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BILL

I can’t get enough of Tate Cherry. I want to stay up all night indulging in his body, exploring every inch of him with my fingers, my tongue, and my dick.

Things with Tate and me are electric. I’ve never experienced this sexual chemistry with someone before. Maybe it’s because Tate and I have a shorthand from working together. Or maybe I’m allowing myself to take something I’ve wanted for years, and it’s even better than I thought.

I want to have hot sex with this man. I want to watch my cock disappear into his tight, puckered hole. But we’re two men, so we need some help with that, help that I don’t have on me.

“Shit. We need lube,” I say. “Maybe the drugstore on the corner is open?”

The idea of getting dressed and walking into a blizzard right now sucks, but I’d do that to have sex with Tate.

“No need.” He flings himself off the bed and runs to his suitcase. His pert ass is red from my hands and beard ravaging him. A moment later, he tosses me a bottle of lube and condoms.

“How much did you plan for tonight?” I ask.

He barks out a laugh, his cute eyes creasing at the corners. “I always bring these on business trips just in case. Other assistants I know have had to go out in the middle of the night to get their bosses condoms. I figured it’s easier to carry them with me and be prepared.”

“Smart guy.”

His eyes widen. I don’t think I can ever use that nickname in a professional context again.

“I’m so lucky you work for me.”

Tate smiles but something clouds his brightness for a moment. He hands over the supplies. I kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. This is supposed to be a wild sex fantasy for him. I need to cool it with the sweet kisses, for both our sakes.

I slap his ass and drift a finger down his crack. “Is this everything you dreamed?”

“Better.”

I pick him up. Tate wraps his legs around me as I walk us over to the living room.

“We don’t need to be confined to a bed,” I say. I want to have him on every surface in here. Really get our money’s worth.

I lay Tate down on the couch. I roll the condom on my dick which is so hard and ready for action it might bust through the windows. Next, I lube up Tate’s hole. While it’d be nice to just use my tongue to get his opening slicked up, Astroglide is the vastly superior lubricant.

I push his legs to his chest and relish the sight of his pink, slicked up hole.

“Ready, smart guy?”

He nods exaggeratedly, as if the word yes wasn’t enough.

I see stars the second I slide into his ass. It’s tight and warm and stretching for my thick cock. He bites his lip. I can tell it’s a lot for him.

“You good?” I pull back some.

Tate exhales a big breath almost as if he’s doing a meditation. His body seems to settle underneath me. “Yeah. I’m good.”

The fire in his eyes tells me we have the green light. I thrust back inside him. Tate’s hole is like a gift from the gods. It feels amazing. Just as I did when rimming him, I hold myself back, despite the excitement tantalizing my bones. I want this to feel even better for him than it is for me. Tate deserves everything. He’s so fucking wonderful, he deserves for his fantasies to surpass expectations. It’s not about me. It’s about him. Although I’m enjoying myself plenty.

“Fuck me, Bill. Feels so good. Love you inside me.”

“I can’t wait to watch you come.”

His skin flushes with color. His nipples are two bullets set to shoot. I flick a thumb over each nub making Tate scream out louder. The sound of my cock pounding his ass fills the room.

“Play with yourself,” I tell him.

Tate strokes his stick straight cock. He bites his lip holding back his orgasm. I smooth a hand down the soft skin of his pale inner thigh.

“Give it to me. Want it so bad,” he whines.

“Yeah you do.”

I pull out and push two fingers inside him to feel how hot and clenched he is for me. Tate is letting me play him like an instrument. There’s a rhythm with him that I haven’t felt with other sexual partners. Most times, sex can be awkward as we try to figure out each other. But Tate and I are in sync from the beginning. Maybe it’s two years of working together, but there’s an instant comfort and trust that makes this that much more enjoyable.

I press my cock back inside him, waves of pleasure hitting me as I sink into his hole. I caress his cheek and kiss him again, traces of my bitter pre-come still on his tongue. Our eyes find each other. I don’t look away. I lock into this moment.

I’ve pushed down my feelings for Tate for too long. For one night only, for one great and glorious fuck, I let them come out. I imagine how great it can be to make him mine every single day. I promised myself I wouldn’t get into a relationship with anyone after the hell I grew up in and the way history repeated with my first marriage. But a guy can pretend.

Tate’s not the only one living out a fantasy tonight.

I hug his leg to my chest and fuck him harder. Tate yells out my name. It hangs on his lips like a prayer.

“You’re so beautiful, babe.”

His eyes somehow find a way to get even bigger and moonier.

“Make me come, Bill.”

I shake my head no. “We still have more of this suite to explore.”

“Huh?” He says, out of breath.

“You wanted a fantasy, smart guy. I’m going to give it to you.”