Chapter 13 #3
It took another twenty minutes before Dexter had three fingers comfortably inside Simon.
He was now on his back, as he found he could relax more when Dexter’s mouth was keeping his cock warm, but the guy knew what he was doing.
If Simon got close to the edge, he pulled back, and given how on edge he was, Simon was convinced that if he ever got Dexter’s cock inside him, he’d blow immediately.
“I’m ready now,” said Simon.
“Really?”
“Well, no, but let’s give it a go.”
“I feel so wanted,” said Dexter, putting his hand to his chest and grinning.
“I want to do this for you.”
“And for you, I hope?”
“Of course.”
“Why don’t you go on top? That way, you can still be the boss.”
“Piss off,” he laughed.
Dexter kissed him before rolling onto his back and slathering his cock with lube. The girth on that thing was intimidating, but it wasn’t like Simon had never bottomed before. He could do this. He wanted to do this.
He straddled Dexter’s hips and poured what seemed like half a bottle of lube on his hand. Dexter smirked.
“You be quiet.”
“Yes sir.”
His cock twitched at that, which Dexter noticed.
“Okay, we’ll revisit that one tomorrow,” he said.
Once Simon felt it wasn’t possible to put anymore lube inside himself, he gripped Dexter’s cock, which was rock solid.
It appeared Simon’s lengthy prep had done nothing to dampen Dexter’s need to fuck him, which made him feel happy.
He was usually the one in control during sex, and in this situation he felt like he was a fumbling teenager again.
The head of Dexter’s cock breached his hole, and he winced and took a few deep breaths.
“Use your muscles to push me out,” said Dexter.
“I need to get some of it in first,” he grumbled.
Dexter snorted. That didn’t help. Laughing during sex was fine, but not when Simon’s ego was on the line.
He bore down and pushed Dexter’s cock past the first ring of muscle.
Simon had his eyes closed and was focussed on his breathing, trying to get his body to relax.
He felt Dexter’s body shaking under him and opened his eyes.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“You sound like you’re giving birth,” he choked out.
“Fucker. Right. Be quiet.”
Dexter stopped laughing, but his eyes still sparkled with humour. God, he loved this man so much. Deciding to take back control, he sank fully down onto Dexter’s cock, which made the man under him groan loudly and his eyes roll back into his head.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” said Simon. That had been a mistake.
Before he could pull himself off. Dexter grabbed his thighs, holding him in place.
“Look at me, Simon, and just breathe, slowly.”
Dexter used one hand to grip Simon’s cock, and he moaned in pleasure.
The stimulation from both ends was working and helping his body to relax.
He gave an experimental roll of his hips, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire body.
He did it again a few times, getting used to the feeling of fullness inside him.
Once he felt more relaxed, he lifted himself up off Dexter’s cock a few inches, and sunk back down.
“Fuuuuck. How many people have been able to take this thing?”
“You’re really asking me for my body count now?”
“It was rhetorical.”
“Well, how about you let me take over?”
Simon stopped his movement, his heart rate speeding up. He knew Dexter wouldn’t hurt him, but the thought of being fucked hard made him nervous.
“Can we keep this position?” he asked.
“Of course,” he smiled.
“Will you be able to cum like this?” Simon struggled to cum when a guy was on top, and the last thing he wanted was for Dexter not to get his orgasm as well.
“The way your arse is gripping me now, it’s taking all my willpower to not cum. Do you know how tight you are?”
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
They both cracked up laughing, which caused Dexter’s body to shake and gave Simon even more intense pleasure. He looked Dexter in the eyes and leaned forward to kiss him.
“Show me what you’ve got.”
Dexter gripped his arse cheeks and pulled them apart before thrusting inside him.
Simon was sure he blacked out for a second as pleasure and pain jolted through his body.
The pleasure was winning, so he focussed his attention on kissing Dexter as he fucked up into him.
He’d slowed down to a steady rhythm, which had some power behind it, but Simon knew he was being careful as well, and that made his heart swell.
Simon could feel himself getting close to the edge and knew as soon as touched his cock he’d go off, so he left it.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Dexter looking at him intensely, making sure he was okay.
“Are you close?” asked Simon.
Dexter nodded as he continued to thrust his hips.
Simon leaned back and gripped his cock. It took two strokes and his cum shot out, hitting Dexter on the chin, which Simon couldn’t help but feel impressed by.
He was forty-five. It rarely went past his belly button.
Dexter cried out his orgasm seconds later, and Simon felt the warmth of his release filling him up.
That was the first time someone had ever cum inside him.
Once he’d come down from his orgasm, it stung, so he eased himself off Dexter and flopped down on the bed beside him.
“Well done, champ,” said Dexter.
Simon laughed, which made his hole throb. Yep, he’d be feeling that for a few days, but it was totally worth it.
“I’ll get a cloth,” said Dexter.
Simon had a vague recollection of Dexter getting up, but before he could open his eyes, sleep took him.
“You don’t have to grin every time I sit down,” grumbled Simon, as he put his breakfast plate in front of him. The food here had been exceptional.
“Can’t I be happy on a Sunday morning?”
“Hmmm.”
He’d fucked Dexter three times the day before, but he didn’t seem to be in any discomfort. Not that he wanted him to be in pain, but it was a macho ego thing. Men were naturally competitive with each other. That was definitely all it was!
They’d visited a local town the day before and bought some trinkets.
Dexter had found a blown-glass duck in Pride colours, which he’d gotten for his mum.
She collected ornamental ducks, and Dexter was always finding unusual ones for her.
Simon couldn’t wait to meet Dexter’s mum, and for his boyfriend to meet his own family.
They were going to love him. None of them had been big Jared fans, but being British, they hadn’t said a word until after they broke up.
He couldn’t be mad at them, though. He doubted he would have listened to them.
Simon knew things with Dexter would be different, even if he was holding back on saying those three little words because they still had their work situation hanging over them.
Simon didn’t want to burst the bubble of this amazing weekend they were having with each other, but they needed to talk about it before they were back in the office tomorrow.
“I’m going to talk to Alex about us next week,” he said.
Dexter stopped eating and looked at him.
“I’d rather be honest, and I thought we could move your reporting line.”
“But I enjoy taking orders from you.”
Simon chuckled. “You’ll still be on my leadership team. I just won’t review your performance.”
“I have another suggestion,” said Dexter. “Now, don’t get mad, but I spoke to Jason.”
“Why would I be mad about you speaking to Jason?”
“Well, you and he have beef.”
“Beef?” He snorted. “Fair enough. We didn’t get off on the right foot.”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
“Fine. I was an arsehole, but I have no issues with him now, and only wish him well.”
“He mentioned a job.”
“I take back what I just said. You’re mine.”
Dexter laughed. “That’s cute, but it would be easier if one of us weren’t there.”
“I don’t think either of us should leave. We can be professional.”
“Simon, you’re in a regulated role.”
He had a point. But he didn’t like the idea of not seeing Dexter every day in the office, even if it was only a passing glance. Plus, he was the best talent acquisition leader he’d ever worked with, and that wasn’t Simon being biased. Dexter was brilliant at what he did.
“I should also flag that Jason clocked something was going on between us.”
“Not surprising. That man is incredibly intuitive.”
“I thought you’d be annoyed I’d spoken to him about it.”
He took hold of Dexter’s hand. “Why would I be annoyed? If you trust Jason not to say anything, then so do I.”
“I love you.” Dexter’s eyes widened, and he put his hand over his mouth. After a few seconds, he went to speak, but Simon stopped him with his hand.
“You can’t take that back before I have my say. I love you too, Dexter. I have for a while, but I wanted to find the right time to say it. Looks like you were the one to find it.” He smiled.
He saw Dexter’s eyes water, and he couldn’t help but get choked up as well. Simon wasn’t a big crier. It’s not that he didn’t feel emotions, he just didn’t wear them on his sleeve the way others did.
“How long until we have to check out?” asked Dexter.
“A couple of hours.”
“Shall we go back upstairs and show how much we love each other?”
Simon moved in his seat, and winced.
Dexter laughed. “Don’t worry. We’ll just save that for my birthday.”
“And my birthday.”
He smiled. “But first, I’m finishing this breakfast.”
It was a bit of a scramble to pack up, as Simon had spent the last two hours edging Dexter and doing what he was asked, which was showing this man just how much he loved him.
If he had to quit his job because of this, he would.
Simon could take a year off and be okay financially, but he’d be bored out of his mind.
Dexter didn’t have that luxury, and he knew he wouldn’t let Simon help him.
He was too proud for that, but Simon would work on it.
Dexter’s phone rang, and he looked at it with a frown.
“Who is it?” asked Simon.
“Unknown number.”
“Just ignore it, then. They’ll leave a message. We only have five minutes before check out.”
“I'd better take it, just in case. Hello . . .”
Simon knew Dexter always worried about his mum, and even though she was doing well, he’d been put through a lot in his life. He’d been open about everything this weekend. It made Simon love him even more.
“Speaking . . . What . . .”
The tone of Dexter’s voice snapped Simon away from packing.
“When . . . How . . .”
Simon rushed to him, knowing something was terribly wrong. The pain was etched on Dexter’s face.
“Okay, thank you for letting me know.” He hung up and looked at Simon. “My mum’s . . .” His voice cracked as the tears fell.
Simon gripped him hard as Dexter’s legs gave out.
Simon lowered them both to the floor, and anguished sobs came from Dexter as Simon held on to him, his own tears falling.
Dexter didn’t need to confirm what had happened.
It was clear. All Simon could do was hold Dexter in his arms as he saw the beautiful heart of the man he loved more than anything shatter into pieces.