Page 12 of If I See You Again

David

T his hadn’t been my intention when inviting Malcolm out for drinks, but as we tumbled back into my hotel room, it wasn’t completely unwelcome.

His warm lips pressed to mine in a feverish kiss that begged for so much more as we blindly made our way to the bed.

This wasn’t all I wanted to know about the enigma that was Malcolm Fisher.

He obviously had depths I never imagined.

“Is something wrong?” He broke away, hands resting against my neck as his breath puffed against my mouth.

“Nothing is wrong.”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

I smiled against his mouth, giving him another quick kiss before pulling away completely. Malcolm’s eyes widened as I sat on the edge of the bed, loosening my collar. I watched him, but made no indication for him to join me.

“Am I hesitating? Seems to me that the person who’s been hesitating this entire time was you.”

Malcolm laughed, threading his fingers through the short strands of his hair, and my eyes snagged on how his lips were swollen and slick with saliva.

Everything in me screamed to spring from the bed, kiss him senseless, and forget about being rational, but he’d been hesitant for a reason.

We needed to talk about that if this was to go any further.

“David, please forgive me. You hired me to do a job. I’ve already explained my track record with dating and why it’s been that way. You’re the first person who hasn’t run for the hills the second I told them about Marcus.”

That was when I stood, crossing the room to place a hand on his hip, hoping to reassure him.

“I get not wanting to mix professional boundaries. I respect the shit out of you for that. Please know that my attraction to you started before I knew you’d be working for me.

I don’t date—ever. I don’t have time for it.

This is the first time I’ve had anyone grab my attention enough to even try. ”

His entire body relaxed, a dreamy smile spreading across his lips as he looked at me. “You want to—to date me.”

“I believe that’s what I’m saying. Yes.”

The next kiss was slow and gentle. The type where you’re establishing something, something profound and meaningful. We didn’t rush. It was a simple pressing of lips against lips as we acknowledged what all of this meant.

And then all bets were off.

The atmosphere around us grew thick with desire and heat. Hands wandered, and clothing shed its way to the floor. Maybe this was all a little backward, as we had started all of this in bed with each other, and we were now establishing something real in bed as well. But it was us.

Malcolm groaned as I pushed him back to the bed.

He sat on the edge as I sank between his spread thighs, pulling his cock between my lips and worshiping him like he deserved to be.

He was hot and heavy on my tongue. Salty with a bit of tang.

He whimpered and whined as I bobbed and sucked, applying the perfect amount of suction and pressure.

When his thighs tensed beneath my hands, I let his length fall from my mouth, and I slid up his body to kiss him again.

“Malcolm?” I asked.

“Yes?”

“Would you let me fuck you again?”

He whined.

“Please.”

We scrambled over the mattress, my fingers finding the lube stashed under the pillow. I’d placed it there for easy access.

“Condom?” I asked.

Malcolm shook his head. I’d used one the last time without asking, but his giving me permission to go without this time was profound. It meant a level of trust that was significant. I wanted that trust. Earned that trust. Would do anything to hold on to it.

I doused my hand and coated my cock with the slick, moaning as the cool liquid made contact with my overheated skin. My hand slipped between his legs, finding the crease of Malcolm’s ass. His hole clenched and unclenched as my middle finger pressed against the muscle.

“Breathe, gorgeous. I need you to breathe.”

This time was already so different. We had been so intent on not breaking the spell with our first encounter. Now I could talk to him. Give him my words.

“Oh, God,” he gasped as my finger slid inside. His eyes opened to look at me.

There was something so sexy about eye contact while you fucked your partner.

That they knew exactly who was with them and who brought them to the brink of ecstasy.

Malcolm’s pupils were blown wide with lust, swirling with so many emotions and feelings.

I could see right down to his very soul like this.

As much as I’d like to take my time prepping him, that single look was too much for my libido. I needed this man. I quickly shoved a second finger inside, causing Malcolm to grunt at the intrusion.

“Are you good?” I asked.

He nodded, wide-eyed and full of awe.

My fingers left his body, and I was lining my dick up, pressing the head inside, both of us hissing at the pressure.

It was glorious and all too much. I’d never dreamed of entering someone bare.

It was the problem with settling for hookups.

You didn’t gain that level of trust with someone. But this was so much more.

Smooth, warm silk surrounded me as I pushed in deeper, pushing the oxygen from my lungs. Malcolm was perfect.

“Fuck, gorgeous. You feel so damn good.”

Malcolm’s eyes slammed closed, and incoherent nonsense fell from his lips. Our bodies rocked together in a perfect rhythm. A harmony of our own making. We could make such beautiful music together if we tried.

We snapped together again and again, fitting together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle.

This was meant to be. It had to be. We were built to be at this place at this moment in time.

It was maybe sappy to think so, but fuck, I wanted Malcolm so damn bad that I didn’t care where my thoughts were flying.

I could picture a future with this man. Something I’d never imagined with anyone before.

It was all a quick bang and a goodbye in the morning… if I even saw them in the morning.

“Da—David,” he cried, his back arching from the bed as he reached between us. Long, delicate fingers wrapped around his cock as he jacked himself in time with my thrusts.

It didn’t take long for him to fall over the edge.

Cum sprayed between us and painted his chest as his walls clamped down around me.

My vision blacked out as I threw my head back, chasing my own release.

Malcolm was already impossibly tight, and now he was even more snug. This was the definition of bliss.

Sweat bounced off my body as I pounded into him, little cries filling the air as I continued my assault on his overstimulated body.

And then it hit.

I fell over the edge, emptying myself inside of Malcolm in hot, powerful spurts before I collapsed on top of him.