Chapter 7 #5
“Bend over,” he says hoarsely, and I scramble to obey. His hand forces my cheeks open, and he noses against the crevice there, his hot breath tickling my entrance. “Look at that,” he whispers, making me wriggle slightly. “Your poor little hole. It looks sore and very used. Shall I wash it for you?”
“Oh fuck,” I shout as his tongue circles my hole, all the little nerve endings standing to attention. He sucks and I can’t help my startled sound. “Are you…”
He pulls away. I try to smother my instant protest, but I can’t.
“Am I eating my come out of you? Yes. Is that okay?”
“ Fuck ,” I breathe, and he obviously takes that as my assent because he sets to again.
He sucks and slurps, the noises obscene.
One hand moves away and then I hear the sexy, slick sound of his hand on his cock.
His breathing deepens, and I push back against his tongue, feeling it enter me.
It’s indescribable—like fireworks going off in my blood, and it’s blinding, making me hot all over.
My balls ache, full and drawn up, my shaft sticky and so hard that I can feel my pulse in it.
I rub against the chair and cry out, loud and uninhibited.
He groans and pulls back. “Feed me your cock,” he snaps, his voice hoarse, and I spin around so quickly it makes me dizzy. “Make me take it,” he orders.
I push into his mouth, ramming in without any hesitation, frantic need clawing at me.
He takes me down the back of his throat easily, and I push in and out, grunting and hovering over him, my hands on the window behind him for balance.
He swallows, and it’s game over. Distantly, I hear myself scream and then I’m jerking and unloading down his throat, creamy liquid flooding his mouth and bathing my cock.
When I return to my senses, my hands are still resting against the window. The glass is warm and sweaty, and my fingers have made marks in the fogged surface. Mac is kneeling in front of me, holding my legs and panting into my groin.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe. “That was so far beyond epic, I’m lost for words.”
He snorts. “You should write reviews for a living.”
“I’d start with a five star for your cock, and can I add a star for the felching? I can’t feel my legs.”
“If only you’d lost the feeling in your jawbone. You might be silent for once.”
I snort with laughter and turn around as he rises to his feet. Spunk clings to his cock. “Did you come again?”
“Yes.” He clears his throat. “I found it very erotic to do that to you.”
“Felching?” He nods. “Is it not something you’ve done before?”
“Not much. It’s not something I bring out of my repertoire for a one-nighter.”
“Well, I’m composing the review as we speak,” I call as I head into the bathroom.
When I come out with a wet towel for him, I stop dead in my tracks.
He’s sitting naked at the breakfast bar with a folder open in front of him.
“Oh my god, why are you reading that ?” I say faintly.
It’s all of Julian’s rules that I’d typed up and put in a folder. It’s even labelled Julian’s Dossier.
He looks up with an unholy look of glee on his face. “I really have to commend you, Wes. This is fascinating reading. The most interesting thing I’ve ever read.”
“You should join a library.”
“According to this file, you’re not supposed to offer your political opinions, criticise me, joke, or be flippant about sex. I would like to live forever in the world that Julian has created.”
“I do better when things are written down.”
“Did you even read past the title?”
“Can we please not tell him that you’ve seen it?”
“ Seen it? It’s engraved on my brain. Particularly these lovely little notes you’ve left for yourself in the margins.
” His voice is silky, but his eyes are filled with amusement.
“ Mac likes it if you make the blowjob sloppy. Go ahead and gag. He loves it. But make sure you don’t vomit.
” He closes the ring binder. “That’s almost poetry. ”
I pass him the towel and shove the dossier in a drawer. “He’ll kill me if he knows you’ve read that.”
“Is Julian preternaturally na?ve?”
“Not so I’ve noticed. Why?”
“Well, he must be if he’s giving you, of all people, a rule book.”
“What do you mean ‘me of all people’?” I say indignantly. “Where are you going?”
He blinks. “To get my clothes. Should I have reported my intended movement first?”
My heart sinks as he gathers his clothes, sliding into them with his usual graceful movements. “You’re not staying?” I say before I can censor myself. My disappointment is far too evident, and his face chills.
“Of course not. You know I don’t sleep with anyone.”
“You don’t have to sleep. I can cook something, and we could watch some TV.”
“TV?” he says as if he’s never heard of the device.
“Yeah. I’ve got some shows saved to watch. We can chill out and eat junk food.”
“That is not something I eat.”
“Oh, okay. I can eat junk food, and you can eat food only fit to line a hamster cage.” His lip twitches, and I edge close. “You could help me settle into the flat,” I say in a wheedling voice.
For a second, he hesitates, and my heart starts to hammer. But my hope deflates when his usual controlled expression returns, and he shakes his head. “Thank you for the offer, but I have work to do.”
“That’s fine,” I say in an easy tone of voice.
His shoulders relax slightly, and I suppose he was expecting me to make a scene. I trail after him into the foyer, watching as he presses the button for the lift.
“Well, I’ll see you.” I pause. “What is the new arrangement?”
He steps close and takes my chin in his hand before kissing my lips. He pulls away to examine my face and then drops another kiss, this one lusher than the previous gentle peck.
We’re both breathing heavily when he pulls away, but he takes a short, controlled breath and says, “I’ll text you when I’m coming over, and I’d like you to be ready. Is that alright with you?”
“Yeah, of course. That’s what you pay me for.” I can’t resist the last little dig and regret it when his expression shutters.
“It is, indeed,” he says silkily. “Be a good boy, Wes.”
The lift doors open and he steps in, but I catch them before they can shut. “Is that what you want?”
He leans back against the lift wall. “What?”
“Do you want me to be a good boy?”
He shakes his head, an expression on his face that I can’t work out. “You already are.” He gestures to me, and I step back, letting the lift doors close.
However, just before they shut, I call, “See you later, lover.”
I laugh at his grimace and then grab my phone from the counter, typing quickly. See you soon, lover.
His text comes back super quickly.
Kindly lose this number.
My grin dies away when I wander back into the flat and look around. This is the most ludicrously over-the-top place I’ve ever been in. It’s like the set of a film minus the smudged window, of course. It also seems empty and… a bit lonely.
“You’re being ridiculous,” I say out loud, the words echoing in the silent room. “He never stays. Stop thinking of him as a potential boyfriend. He’s a client .”
Even as the words leave my mouth, I know they’re a lie and have probably never been true.
I look at the streaks on the window and sigh before going to find the Windowlene.