Page 5 of Strong Coffee (Coffee Beans & Love #1)

FOUR

Camden

Fucking hell, he was tight. As soon as I slipped my dick in him, I couldn’t control myself and began taking from him what I wanted. At this point, I didn’t overly give a shit if he came or not. But if he did, I hoped he made a huge fucking mess.

His whimpers and whines shoved me over the edge.

My hands tightened on his shoulders, knowing my fingers were going to leave bruises.

“Harder,” Brady begged. “Please fuck me harder.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. “Take it, baby boy. Take my dick.”

“Fuck.” Brady pushed his ass back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Take it all,” I growled, shoving my cock into him as far as his body would allow.

He gasped, his knees almost buckling beneath him.

I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, holding him tight, so he wouldn’t fall. “I got you.”

Curling my hand around his dick, I began pumping my hips once again.

Brady’s breathing picked up, his shaft swelling in my hand. “I’m going to come,” he whispered.

“Do it.” I licked along the back of his neck just below his hairline and reveled in the way he shivered against me. “Come hard. Make a fucking mess, Brady.”

A sharp gasp left him, his body bowing. “Geezus, fucking hell, Cam.” He moaned, his knees shaking as thick streams of cum shot out of his dick and landed against the bottom of my office door. The gooey substance coated my hand, forcing a smile to pull at my lips.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing his ass back into me.

Releasing his cock, I shoved two fingers into his mouth, needing him to taste what I did to him.

He moaned, licking along the digits.

After that, it didn’t take long for my own release to follow.

It poured into the condom, but I had a moment where I wished I had taken him bare.

My stomach twisted at that thought. Never once in my life had I wanted to not use protection.

Even with the people I had dated for more than a year.

But there was something about Brady. Something I wanted to explore.

We just met. Hell, I only knew his name and that was it.

But I knew I didn’t want this to end. Especially not anytime soon.

“Fucking hell.” Brady sighed, resting the side of his face against the door.

My dick was now soft, but I kept it inside him. I needed him to know what he did to me. It didn’t matter that we didn’t know each other. Nothing had ever felt as good as this.

Brady reached behind him, his hand latching on to my waist. He pulled me harder against him, taking me even deeper than before. My cock was now semi-hard. While I wanted to fuck this guy again and again, I did have work to do.

Pushing my hand against the side of his face, I leaned toward his ear. My lips brushed along it, earning me a shiver. “I don’t know about you, Brady,” I murmured, keeping my mouth pressed against the shell of his ear. “But I want to do this again.”

“Yes,” he whispered.

My lips turned up into a grin. “I think someone likes feeling my big dick deep in his ass.”

A low moan left him. “You have no idea.”

I chuckled, releasing him and slowly slipping from his body. As much as I didn’t want this to end, I also didn’t want him feeling like he had to stay just because it had been a while for me.

His piercing green eyes flicked to mine, his strong jaw clenching.

Looking away before it could become any more awkward, I ripped off the condom and stuffed my dick back into my pants. Heading over to my desk, I threw the condom in the trash and did up my zipper and belt.

“Thank you for paying for my food, drinks and…well…this.”

When I looked back at him, he only shrugged. He had pulled his jeans back up, but the zipper remained undone. An image of him naked slid into my mind and I vowed right then and there that I would have him again.

A light rosy tint hit his cheeks the longer I stared at him. Before I could stop myself, I closed the distance between us and had him pressed up against the wall .

“What are you doing this weekend?” I asked, pushing my waist into his.

His cock twitched against mine, his hands latching on to my hips and pulling me even closer.

“Tell me you’ll spend it with me,” I demanded softly, not waiting for him to answer my question and put my mouth on the side of his throat.

“I…I have to…” His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

My tongue licked up the length of his throat, my teeth nipping at the sharp line of his jaw.

“Fuck, Cam,” he panted.

My lips pulled up into a grin.

“I have to work,” he was finally able to get out.

“That’s fine.” Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I sucked and licked at his slender tattooed throat.

I had a moment where I wanted people to know that he had been royally fucked by someone.

That he had been used up and completely and utterly ripped apart.

I wanted people to think that he was owned.

“I have to work as well. We can work, fuck, work some more.” My mouth reached his, nipping at his lips before I kissed him with everything I had.

Brady moaned, arching against me. His hands ran under my dress shirt, his fingers lightly brushing along my abs and up to my chest before sliding around to my tailbone.

Deepening the kiss, I held his head in place as I licked along every inch of his mouth.

I didn’t have time to fuck him again. Even though I was the boss, I had a meeting over the phone in the next half hour but I sure as fuck wanted Brady going home with a raging hard on.

I wanted him so worked up because of me that he had to jerk off before he could do anything else. I needed him to need me.

“Cam.” Brady broke the kiss, gently pushing me back. “I can’t think straight right now. ”

“You make that sound like a bad thing.” I grabbed his hands that were still beneath my shirt and held them tight as I stepped toward him.

This sudden need to have his hands on me at all times, came on strong.

I was about to kiss him again when my phone rang, jarring through this moment I had with a complete stranger.

“I have to take this.” I kissed his cheek, pulled away from him, and headed to my desk.

“Fix your jeans or neither of us are going anywhere.”

A laugh boomed through Brady, but he did as he was told.

I sat at my desk, picking up my cell and smiling when I saw who was calling me. “Hey, Bev.”

“Hi, Sweetheart.” Beverly Owens’ cheerful voice could pull me out of any dark mood, and I would forever be grateful for that.

“What’s up?” I pulled the phone away from my ear and covered the mouthpiece. “You don’t have to leave,” I told Brady, hoping that he would stay until I at least got his number.

He nodded, moving to the blood red leather couch sitting against the far wall. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and let out a sigh. He gave me a smile, looking comfortable in my space. My blood stirred at that thought.

“Mini fridge is right beside you. Take whatever you want. This shouldn’t be long.” While Brady rummaged through the fridge, I went back to my phone call with Bev.

“Who are you talking to?” she asked me.

“A new friend,” I said loud enough for Brady to hear me.

His head lifted, his jade eyes meeting mine. He smirked, giving me a wink.

“Oh? I want all of the details. ”

I chuckled. “I’ll give them to you after you tell me why you called.”

“Oh yes. I did do that.” She giggled.

I shook my head, but I couldn’t help the smile forming on my face.

Beverly was my best friend and there had been a time when she was more than that.

Before I knew I was gay, she and I had dated and eventually got married.

It lasted for a year before we got divorced but it was only because she refused to let me live a lie.

She had been nothing but supportive and she was the only woman I had ever slept with.

I loved her and would always love her, but she had been right.

I refused to hide and was on a journey to grow my business and find that one true love.

No matter how long it took me. I was only thirty-four, so I was still young and I had time.

“I just wanted to remind you of our dinner date Saturday night.”

My stomach twisted, knowing I had asked Brady to spend the weekend with me. For the first time, I had forgotten about my monthly date with Bev.

“You forgot, didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say I forgot exactly.” I was trying to cover my tracks, but she knew me well. No matter what I did and how I said it, she would know that I actually forgot.

“It’s okay, Cammy. Tell me who he is.”

I smiled at the nickname she had given me years ago and continued to use to this day. “He’s someone I met at my restaurant.” I sat back in the large leather chair, looking across the room at the very reason I forgot all about my dinner date with my ex-wife.

“What’s his name?”

“Brady,” I told her.

“How old is he? Is he from here?”

“We never got that far.” I rubbed my mouth with two fingers, Brady’s gaze watching the movement .

“Of course you didn’t.” She sighed. “I love you, but I really want nieces and nephews, so hurry up and settle down already.”

“I want nieces and nephews too,” I reminded her gently.

“Ha. You’re older than I am, so you have to have them first. Those are the rules.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Listen, Bev. I’ll be there for our dinner date but yes, I did actually forget.”

“It’s okay. We can reschedule.”

“No.” I looked forward to our dinners. She was the closest thing I had to family besides my parents.

Even though we no longer lived in the same city, she always made the drive here.

I paid for her hotel room and for dinner even though she insisted on paying the bill for once.

It was an ongoing argument between us and one she wouldn’t win.

I couldn’t take my money with me when the time came that I passed, so I always paid for everything.

“Are you sure?” Bev asked.

“Of course. We need to catch up anyway.”

“Okay. Then I’ll see you at the same time at your restaurant.”

“That sounds perfect.” I stood from the chair and walked out from behind the desk.

“Good. Have fun and I’ll see you Saturday, Cammy. Love you.”

“I love you too.” I disconnected the call and threw my phone on the couch opposite the one Brady was sitting in.

“Everything okay?” Brady asked, tilting his head back to stare up at me.

I fell to my knees in front of him, grabbed his waist and ripped open his jeans.

“It’s about to be.” I suddenly had a need to have him in my mouth.

He looked way too damn good sitting in my office.

I never brought guys I fucked here and had never even had sex in this space.

But with Brady, I wanted to christen every single inch of this room.

I enjoyed having him in my personal safe place.

It all happened so damn quickly that by the time I had him in my mouth, my thoughts were a mess. As soon as his cock bumped the back of my throat, I realized I was about to miss my meeting.