Chapter 13
SIMON
The last month had been a nightmare. Getting rid of an exec member was hard work, especially when you had a CEO who was too pig-headed to just pull out his chequebook so the problem could be dealt with quickly.
The whole thing could have been put to bed in a week, but Alex wanted to make an example of her.
In the end, she’d gotten more money than Simon suggested in the original offer, and he’d had no sleep for a month.
Plus, he had a boyfriend he’d been neglecting.
Well, not boyfriend, but he hoped they would be by the end of this trip.
Natasha had signed her settlement agreement, they had promoted someone from within after a quick process, and the internal and public announcements had been made.
The matter was closed, and Simon had made it clear to Alex that he was going on this trip.
He suggested Alex take some downtime as well.
He was going to need it. If all went well over the next few days, he was going to declare his relationship with Dexter next week.
He had a plan to move his reporting line to one of his peers.
Not ideal, and he hoped Dexter would be okay with it, because it was to protect him.
Right now, his hands were trembling with excitement as the cab took him to the venue.
Dexter had headed up in the morning, so he could enjoy the afternoon sessions.
Simon had needed to close some things off, but it was just after five o’clock.
Dexter would be in his room, and they weren’t expected to join the others for dinner until seven.
They had a lot of lost time to make up for.
He opened the door to Dexter, and didn’t hesitate to drag him into his room.
He closed the door and pinned Dexter against it, taking his mouth in a bruising kiss.
A month of pent-up frustration was pouring out of both of them as tongues and teeth clashed, and they started ripping each other’s clothes off.
There were no words spoken, just moans of desire as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies.
Simon needed to get inside him as soon as possible.
Once they were undressed, Simon spun Dexter around and pushed him against the door before dropping to his knees.
He pulled Dexter’s cheeks apart and dived in.
How he’d missed eating this hole. He could spend hours doing this, but that was for later.
Dexter’s body was trembling with the need to be owned, and Simon was only happy to oblige.
He switched between lapping between his cheeks and probing his entrance.
Simon sucked one of his fingers and pressed it inside his hole.
Dexter opened up easily for him. How could Simon be so lucky to have found someone so perfect?
“Don’t move,” he growled, as he went quickly to grab the lube from the bedside table.
Simon uncapped the bottle and squeezed some onto his fingers.
“Don’t bother with the prep. Just get in me.”
“I want to fuck you hard,” he said, kissing his neck and pushing two fingers inside him.
Dexter let out a strangled cry. Hopefully nobody could hear them, but Simon didn’t really give a fuck right now.
“Please,” Dexter begged. “I need you so much.”
Simon lubed up his cock and positioned the head at Dexter’s entrance. Dexter was the perfect height to fuck like this. He used one hand to muffle Dexter’s mouth and the other to hold the base of his cock as he pushed in with a hard thrust.
He’d made the right decision, as Dexter practically screamed, but in a good way! Simon had missed this tight heat so much. It was taking all his willpower not to blow straight away, but he wanted to show Dexter how much he’d missed him.
“You ready?”
Dexter nodded, so Simon made some slow thrusts, pulling his cock almost all the way out and then sliding it back in. Dexter groaned in frustration, although Simon still had his hand over his mouth. The next time, he pulled back so just the head was inside before slamming back in.
“Yes, yes, yes,” mumbled Dexter.
Simon thrust in hard again, and then picked up the pace, fucking him as hard as he could.
He moved his hands to Dexter’s hips, so he could power into him, not letting up as Dexter banged his fists on the door, whimpering with need.
He actually fucking whimpered, and knowing he’d caused that took Simon right to the edge.
Simon moved his hand and gripped Dexter’s thick cock.
“Cum for me, baby.”
The endearment slipped out as it had before, but he didn’t regret it for a second.
It only took two pulls on Dexter’s cock and he was crying out his orgasm.
Simon followed him straight over, thrusting in as far as he could, wanting to bury his release deep inside the body of the man who already owned his heart.
It took a while for his body to stop convulsing with the aftershocks of orgasm.
He was still inside Dexter, and would happily die like this, but he felt his man buckle, so he slowly pulled out.
Some of his cum dripped out and trickled down Dexter’s leg.
Simon used his fingers to push it back in before guiding him to the bed.
His body was trembling all over, so he pulled back the covers and they both lay down, and he pulled Dexter into a hug.
They wouldn’t be able to sleep, as they were expected at the dinner soon, but they could have this moment together.
The summit was insightful, but draining.
Simon had a successful career behind him, and people wanted to talk to him about it.
Dexter was enjoying the expert sessions, and when Simon had suggested they bunk off a couple to fuck, he’d declined.
Simon needed to work on his influencing skills, but things were now wrapping up.
There was a final networking lunch, and then they’d be alone for forty-eight hours.
They’d been booked into two different rooms, because accommodation was supplied by the hosts, but they’d spent the last two nights with each other, making up for lost time.
Dexter had to be sore from the number of times Simon had fucked him in the last two days, but he wasn’t complaining.
Simon had a surprise for him. The plan had been to stay on at this venue, which was beautiful, but he’d wanted to splurge a bit, and going somewhere else would make it feel special, and not just an extension of a work trip.
“What are we going to do when they put us on the transfer minibuses?” asked Dexter.
They had tried to be subtle and not spend too much time with each other at the summit, but he suspected some of his peers were onto them.
Nobody had said anything, but a few knowing looks from some of the older women let him know they hadn’t been as discreet as they’d intended.
These events were always a safe space for HR professionals.
There had been an afterparty the night before, and he was aware some people had been drinking until four o’clock in the morning.
Dexter had fallen asleep and cuddled up next to Simon after he’d filled him up with two loads. He just couldn’t get enough of him.
“I’ll handle it,” he replied, keeping it cryptic.
“Okay, boss,” he said with a grin, which made Simon hard. Dexter would pay for that later.
They did their separate mingling to say goodbye to the people they’d met over the last few days, and Simon helped himself to another plate of food.
Everything had been exceptional here. All the produce was homegrown, with the meat from local farms. Although he would trade in all this fine cuisine for a slice of Dexter’s lasagne.
It was another hour before everyone had gone and they were alone.
“Why is all our stuff here?” asked Dexter, concern in his voice.
“Relax. I just booked us into somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“You’ll find out in about half an hour.”
“So, we’re not going back to London?”
“Why would we be going back?”
“I wasn’t sure when I saw all our stuff. I thought maybe you’d changed your mind.”
Simon had never seen Dexter look insecure. He pulled him into his arms and gave him a gentle kiss.
“I haven’t changed my mind about anything, especially about you . . . and us.”
Dexter’s eyes widened, and he blushed. Simon loved him so much.
“Come on. I want to spoil you for the next two days.”
Dexter frowned. “You haven’t gone crazy or something, have you?”
Simon had splurged quite a bit, but he wanted to. “Stop asking questions, or there’ll be no more orgasms for you.”
“Yeah, right. You’d have your cock inside me now if it weren’t indecent.”
“I was thinking you might want to switch things up this weekend.”
Dexter’s jaw dropped open, and Simon couldn’t help but laugh. Suddenly, he was being dragged towards the exit.
“What are you doing?” he chuckled.
“Getting us to wherever we’re going before you change your mind.”
“You didn’t!” said Dexter.
He was trying to frown, but couldn’t hide his excited grin as they pulled up to the countryside spa hotel.
It was a renovated manor house. Dexter was a big fan of period dramas, especially those set in the UK.
That might have played a part in Simon’s decision making.
He knew Dexter might have grumbled at Simon spending money on him, but he would find it hard to complain about this, which had been completely deliberate.
A guy dressed as a valet opened their car door.
Simon had arranged for them to be transferred in a Mercedes.
It was still a cab, just elevated. He’d done things like this with Jared, but there had been no appreciation, it was just expected.
Jared wanted to be constantly spoiled, and he believed that giving gifts was how Simon should show his love.
And he had loved him, so he’d done what made his husband happy.