Chapter 9 Isaac
ISAAC
Evan rides my lap in small circles and erotic tilts of his hips like he’s spelling something out on my cock.
Whatever word it is, I hope it never ends.
His elbows are braced on the desk in front of us while I stroke his smooth outer thighs obsessively.
I’m bent over his back, cheek resting against his spine and breathing heavy while he works my dick with his expert ass.
The desire to touch him everywhere is building, but I’m afraid to hold him too hard. I want to cling, and scratch. I want to leave marks. I want his cock heavy in my hand and hot. I want to know that I do for him half of what he does for me. That he feels something.
I’m not sure why I’m barely touching him other than I’m more overwhelmed than usual.
He scared me today. He’s been scaring me all week if I’m being honest. He’s made himself harder to get, and I have to respect his boundaries.
I am his employer, after all, and there are too many lines we’ve already crossed.
Some he doesn’t even know about. The fact that I would kill for one kiss from him is a good example.
One kiss, and we wouldn’t even need to have the conversation Deacon was telling me I should have. One kiss, and Evan would know exactly how I feel about him. One kiss, and I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from saying it—I love you. It’s you.
“Touch me.” He makes a mindless grab for one of my hands. It’s a demanding move from him, but I’m here for it.
I grab his cock, pleased to find it leaking and rock hard.
“Mmm…” He groans as I wrap my hand around it.
My head turns, forehead digging into his back as my mouth drops open with how good he feels—everywhere. Perfect. God, he’s so fucking perfect.
“I’m close,” he says. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe onto his damp sweater. “Yes.” My cock jerks with the new information. My balls feel too tight. Too hot. My ass clenches on nothing, and my hips lift, driving my dick deeper into his hole.
He grunts and starts thrusting with me, driving his own cock through my fist and punching his ass down repeatedly on my lap.
I would say I come with no warning, but I have plenty.
When he started swiveling, it became inevitable, and it’s been an exercise in restraint not to blow my load embarrassingly fast. Maybe I have Deacon to thank for the fact that I was able to hold out long enough to get Evan off with me.
I don’t know what it is about him or his body, but it feels better than any body I’ve ever been inside.
His musculature maybe? His luscious ass?
His slutty sounds? I’ve stopped trying to figure it out.
He just fucking does it for me. When his cock spasms in my hand and the resulting cum gushes over my knuckles, I groan helplessly as my dick continues to go off inside him.
My insides twist into knots and release in exhilarating waves of pleasure and relief.
For a few transcendent moments, all my tension disappears.
When he softly cries out, it’s music to my ears. The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I loosen my hand, going from a tight grip to a gentle caress, milking him onto the floor, onto my hand. He slumps over the desk. While I want nothing more than to slump with him and drape my body over his, I sit back and breathe, releasing his dick.
Since he can’t see and won’t ever know, I bring my hand to my mouth for a taste of his cum.
He passes me some tissues.
“Thank you,” I say.
“I just need a second,” he whispers without moving off me.
My arms ache to hold him as I look down at where our bodies are joined. At this angle, I’m about halfway inside him. A few inches of the condom are visible. Other than that, it’s a gorgeous sight. The kind of thing that lodges in my brain and becomes impossible to shake loose.
“Take your time,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“Why?”
“I made a mess and acted like a brat. I just—I don’t know.”
“Tell me,” I urge.
“I just needed that.”
“All you have to do is ask.”
He laughs, and it’s a cynical sound that makes me scowl. “I’m your assistant.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means it shouldn’t be about what I want.”
“That’s just stupid,” I say, incapable of anything more articulate. “I didn’t hire you for this.”
“I know. I’m sorry. My roommate is stressing me the fuck out,” he says.
“Still?” I ask. He mentioned this Monday.
“Yeah. Apparently he has something he wants to talk to me about, and that’s happening tonight. He swears he’s not kicking me out, but he doesn’t usually make one-on-one plans with me to talk, so I don’t know what the fuck is up.”
“That’s what’s been bothering you?”
“More or less,” he says miserably.
“Maybe you left a dirty dish in the wrong place.”
Evan lets out a short laugh. “Maybe. Okay.” He sighs. “I’m good.”
Between him leaning forward and me holding onto my spent dick, we separate. He stands and grabs his pants from the desk. With no shame, he uses a tissue to wipe some excess lube from his crack before getting dressed. He even offers to take the condom off my hands.
“I’ve got it.” I wrap it in the tissues and chuck it into the trash with the rest of our mess.
After tucking myself back into my pants, I zip my fly and buckle my belt. It’s like nothing ever happened except for the flush remaining on his cheeks and the sheen of sweat on my brow. “Anyway,” he says. ”About that one-o’clock spot.”
“Let’s go over the Power Point, and I’ll talk to Romian at three.”
“Okay.” He gives me a small smile. “Thanks, Isaac. I should be better tomorrow.”
“You’re perfect every day.”
He shakes his head, his flush deepening. “I can’t with you.”
That’s what I figured, but I meant it from the bottom of my heart. Maybe Deacon’s right. Maybe I should tell him how I really feel. If I weren’t so scared to lose him…
Still, I owe it to myself, and to Deacon, frankly, to figure out where I stand with Evan. Am I actually available, or is my heart already spoken for?
We don’t fuck around during the one o’clock hour. I’m more than sated, and Evan’s too busy impressing the hell out of me with the level of work he’s done on his software presentation. It’s slightly hard to focus through my heart eyes, but I manage.
“Great work,” I tell him when he wraps up the private presentation.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I say.
He looks like he’s waiting for me to reveal the punchline. “You’re not just saying that because I let you fuck me this morning?”
“Evan. No. I actually do want you to succeed with this. As much as I enjoy you, I realize you can’t be my assistant forever. You’re too talented.”
“Well, I appreciate all the things you’re teaching me. It came in handy putting this together.”
“Good.” I almost don’t ask my next question, but he’s more than earned it. “Do you want to reach out to Hunter and set up another meeting?”
“Seriously?”
I nod.
“Isn’t this more Yellow team’s department?” he asks.
“If you want them to handle it, I’m sure they’ll be happy to, or you could tell me what your team color would be, and we could go from there if we get the account.”
He stares at me a long moment, and I have no idea what he’s thinking. “Really?”
I force myself to swallow the lump in my throat. “Really.”
“If you trust me with it—”
“I do,” I say. “You’re more than ready.”
He lowers his gaze. “I hope you’re not just saying that.”
“I’d tell you we could talk more about it over dinner, but I already know what you’ll say.”
He blushes, and I don’t know why, but it gives my heart a cramp. “The thing with my roommate. That’s tonight.”
“That’s right. I was listening, I swear.”
He shrugs, standing up. “I was rambling. That was a pretty epic orgasm.”
My eyebrows lift. I don’t usually get compliments from him after sex. “Same,” I say quietly.
He waves his hand like he’s trying to erase the topic from the chalkboard. “Okay, okay, I’m going. Do you need anything else?”
“Coffee, but I can get it myself.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I need to move,” I tell him.
“Don’t scare anybody in the break room,” he says.
“Do I? Scare people when I come into the break room?”
“No!” he says, sounding overly shocked. “Of course not.”
This leads me to believe I do in fact, scare people when I wander out of my area. Still…I need to clear my head. I’m a little too high off Evan today. I need to switch to caffeine.
He’s getting re-organized at his desk when I head out into the office.
I get a few looks and some polite hellos.
A conversation stops as I pass a group of Gen Z’ers on beanbag chairs with their laptops out.
I say hello to them, too, and then I’m in the break room.
It looks like a large kitchen, just with more tables.
All the best types of coffee makers are available in specially made nooks, and there’s a glass doored refrigerator with company provided snacks.
While I’m brewing a pod of espresso, I open the fridge in response to my growling stomach.
“The cantaloupe is surprisingly good,” a familiar, low voice says.
I move the door out of the way to find Deacon on the other side. Another rush of blood moves directly toward my dick because he looks so good. I run a hand through my hair self-consciously, completely caught off guard. “The uh…what?”
“The cantaloupe. It’s not in season.” He reaches past me to grab a plastic container to hand me. “But it’s really good. Unless you hate melon.”
“No. I love melon.”
He grins. “You don’t come here often, do you?”
“No. My assistant usually makes the food runs.”
He nods and gives me a slow once over that leaves me feeling mauled in the best way. Am I allowed to kiss him here? Probably not. Poor form. Public displays of affection in the office. Also, I’m the CEO. Also, Evan could wander in here any second.
Fuck, why does this have to be so complicated? Why can’t I just ask a beautiful man to kiss me and possibly bend me over a table and not have all these stupid social decency conventions standing in the way?
It’s not unusual for me to be attracted to more than one person.
I find a lot of men attractive. There is, in fact, an abundance of attractive men in this town.
Deacon just happens to be above average, and Evan is—fuck, he’s just Evan, and I love him, and this is going to make a disaster of me if I keep trying to have it all.
Especially when “having it all” still falls painfully short of having anything to show for it.
It’s not like me, however, to have two simultaneous crushes.
It’s creating a pressing need to move the situation with Deacon out of crush territory and place it firmly into dating territory.
I need to take him somewhere, show him off.
Buy him things and fawn over him in a public place.
There’s potential here, and I can’t ignore it just because I may or may not be in love with my assistant who won’t even let me buy him dinner.
But can I keep fucking Evan if I start dating Deacon in the open? Would it hurt Evan’s feelings if monogamy became a stipulation for Deacon? After the way he acted today, I feel like it might, although that could have just been his pride.
How am I thirty-five years old and still unable to figure out anything?
“Do you have plans for the weekend?” I ask Deacon to push myself out of this confusion.
He looks around to check if we’re still alone then gives me a small shake of his head.
I lower my voice just in case. “Can I see you?”
He smiles and looks down at the floor, showing a surprisingly shy side. “You can see as much of me as you want.”
I love the idea of that. It means he’s not going anywhere any time soon. It means this thing between us, even if it is casual, has potential.
The coffee brewer gurgles to a stop, and I check the time. “I’ll take you up on that. I have a call I have to make, but can we talk later?”
He nods and walks past me, going to brew a pod of his own. I take my mug and the container of cantaloupe and give him one last look.
The look he gives me this time is bolder. Smoldering.
This man is going to be so much trouble.