Page 6 of The Interview (Executive Suite Secrets)

6

ARDEN

The house wasn’t a total wreck, thankfully. Not the cleanest, either.

After tossing my coat across the couch, I attacked the bedroom. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Kaylan was sending out “fuck me” vibes, and I didn’t want to let him down. That would be rude.

With the bedroom presentable—and maybe condoms and lube placed within easy reach—I tackled the rest of the house. I tossed dirty clothes into the laundry room, chucked dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and ran a rag over the most noticeable surfaces to get rid of the worst of the dust. I’d just given the main rooms a quick spritz of air freshener to remove any old stale odors the second the doorbell rang.

The air freshener was unnecessary. As soon as Kaylan stepped into the house, the delicious scent of pizza sauce and melted cheese wrapped around me. When I dipped my head to steal another kiss, I was blessed with the alluring woodsy scent of Kaylan’s cologne. That was the best combination.

“Hi,” I murmured against his neck.

He made a sound that was almost a giggle. “Feels like you’re happy to see me.”

“I am.”

“And that we haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“We haven’t.” I kissed my way up his neck to just behind his ear, nuzzling and nibbling until that giggle turned into a breathless moan. The food smelled amazing, but Kaylan was the only thing I was craving.

“So…I was thinking,” Kaylan started, the brown paper bag in his hands crinkling as his fingers tightened on it.

“Thinking is overrated,” I muttered as I worked my way to his jaw with the intention of seizing his lips.

“That maybe we could stick the food in the oven and reheat it later, because you need to fuck me first.”

My head snapped up, and my mouth fell open. Definitely not what I was expecting him to say. “Wow! Your thinking is not overrated. I take that back.” I snatched the bag of food from his hands and hustled to the kitchen, where I put it on the burners. When we needed to refuel, I’d heat the oven and place the food on a cookie sheet. For now, the important thing was returning to the sexy man in my foyer.

On my return trip through the house, I grabbed Kaylan’s hand and nearly dragged him up the old, creaking stairs to the second floor. His laughter followed us along the way, bringing a smile to my lips.

But the laughter stopped as we reached the bedroom, and I kicked the door shut. He was all mine.

We came together in a rush of hard, desperate kisses and frantic, grabbing hands. I only realized he was still wearing his wool winter coat when I shoved it to the floor, along with his suit jacket.

Kaylan reached skin first, only because I’d shed a few things upon returning home. He swallowed down my groan as those questing fingers found my chest. I loved the tremble in those hands and the frantic need as he straddled one of my thighs, grinding his hard cock into me as if he couldn’t stop his body from demanding relief.

“Arden,” Kaylan gasped as I got the front of his pants open and shoved a hand into his briefs. Wrapping fingers around that hard cock, I stroked it roughly once before rubbing my thumb across the leaking head. “I…fuck…want…want you inside me…so bad.”

A smile formed on his puffy lips while I ran my hand over his dick. “That’s the only place I want to be.”

“Oh thank God,” he exhaled.

I was happy to top or bottom, but there was something about Kaylan that left me needing to fuck him until we were both sweaty and boneless lumps in the bed.

I seized Kaylan’s mouth again in another kiss that sapped all thought from my brain. Probably because there wasn’t enough blood up there to run it. The poor thing switched over to instinct mode as my cock commandeered all the blood in my body.

We tossed clothes about or dropped them onto the floor in a growing heap as we stumbled onto the bed. Hot skin rubbed together, creating the most intoxicating friction. I captured Kaylan’s wrists and pinned them to the pillows, but that didn’t stop him. He wrapped his legs around my waist and lifted his hips, rubbing his dick on any part of me he could.

“Fuck you’re hot,” he said, his hooded eyes running along my chest to my dick, which was more than happy to stand up and preen at being noticed.

“Likewise,” I grunted. I released one hand and ran it along his chest, pausing to pluck on one nipple until he hissed with pleasure. Then I continued my course to his flat stomach and the elegant dip inside of his hip bones. My eyes locked on his face as I caressed him, watching the flush rise in his cheeks and lips part on a fractured pant.

Kaylan whimpered and thrust upward into my hand. “I can’t believe I just met you today. I wasn’t planning to do this…”

“This probably doesn’t help, but I don’t think this is going to be the only time I fuck you.”

The sexy man’s eyes fluttered open to view me through little slits. I let go of his dick and slid my fingers lower to just brush against his hole that tightened at my light touch.

“Really?” Kaylan gasped.

“Really. I’m going to fuck you. After we eat, I think I’ll suck your cock while we sit on my couch. Then we’ll go to the bedroom again, but I’m going to fuck you on the stairs. You might even need to spend the night so I can wake you up by sliding my cock into that tight ass of yours.”

A slow smile spread across his lips as if he were the cat who ate the cream. “When do I get to suck your dick?”

“Maybe you can suck my dick while we shower together tomorrow morning before I send you off to work with a sore ass.”

Kaylan shifted his hips, pushing his body toward my probing fingers, but I wasn’t about to penetrate him. Not without lube. I wanted to screw him senseless, but nothing in this world could make me risk hurting him.

“Yes.” Kaylan sighed.

“Yes?”

“Yes, to all of that.” With his free hand, he crooked his finger and waggled it, beckoning me up to his lips. I captured them in a deep kiss, tangling our tongues together and getting lost in the taste of him. Kaylan broke off the kiss to press a small one to the corner of my mouth. “After that fuck fest, can we maybe discuss a second date?”

“I love this plan.”

“Good. Then fuck me, Arden. Fuck me until I can’t walk.”

I didn’t need to be told again. Lifting enough to break off any more kisses, I fumbled in the nightstand drawer, finally coming up with a condom and the lube. The silver packet sat to the side for now while I worked on getting the lube on my fingers and deep in Kaylan’s ass.

The devil moaned and writhed, fucking himself on my fingers as I stretched his hole. Any hope of taking this slow was thrown out the window almost immediately. His body was hot and tight, pulling me in as if it were the one place in the world that I belonged. After only a few minutes, Kaylan was begging for me to slide inside and I couldn’t fight him.

Pausing only long enough to slip on the condom, I grinned to see Kaylan pop up and flip over to his hands and knees.

He flashed an evil look over his shoulder and wiggled that pert ass. “I want you as deep as you can get.”

Not a problem .

Gripping the base of my cock, I brushed the head against his slick, stretched hole, just barely keeping from plunging into his willing body. I eased into him, inch by excruciating inch. The grip of his muscles and tight channel made my fucking toes curl. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop myself from losing it. The sight of my cock disappearing inside of him was eating away at my self-control.

Kaylan was no help at all. Each desperate little whimper and moan quickened my heart. Sweat glistened across his pale back, begging me to lick it away. Only when I was fully seated inside of him did I dare to lean down and press small kisses up each knob of his spine.

“Okay?” I panted. Full sentences were beyond my grasp.

“Yes. God, yes. Move. Please move,” Kaylan begged. His fingers twisted in the pillowcase in front of him as he hung his head. All his muscles were tensed under pale golden skin that shone under the overhead light. So sexy. Everything about him was sexy.

And if I was lucky, we were going to spend many more evenings doing this, allowing me to explore every nook and cranny of his exquisite body.

As soon as I was sure I had a grip on the orgasm that wanted to break free, I moved.

That was my second mistake.

My first was believing I’d ever had a grip on my orgasm.

Kaylan groaned and met me thrust for thrust. While the sexy man under me might like to give off a respectable, reserved persona when he was out in public, that all fell away the moment my thick cock filled his ass. Each deep thrust into his tight body brought out a slew of filthy cries and demands. It was like every wall tumbled over and all his darkest desires fell from his lips.

I wanted to fulfill every one of them.

My grunts and Kaylan’s loud cries of pleasure accompanied the slap of sweaty flesh.

Just as I was reaching the edge of my control, Kaylan sneaked a hand under his body and started rubbing his dick, his arm moving frantically.

“Come for me,” I commanded between clenched teeth. “I want to fucking feel it. Come so hard you forget your damn name.” I sped up, pounding into his body even harder, my fingers digging into his ass. He was going to have finger-shaped bruises in the morning, and I was more than willing to kiss every one when they appeared.

“Arden!” Kaylan screamed, my name fracturing like glass in his throat. His entire body tensed, his muscles clamping on my cock so hard I could barely move. I fucked him through his orgasm, allowing mine to shove me off the same cliff as I filled the condom.

Gathering up the very last of my strength, I wrapped a shaking arm around Kaylan’s waist and took him with me as I collapsed onto my side on the bed so that I spooned him against my stomach. Still panting like I’d run the Boston Marathon, I tilted my head forward and nuzzled his sweaty hair.

“You good?”

“I…can’t…feel…”

“Can’t feel what?”

His body shook with a silent chuckle. “My anything.”

I huffed out a laugh and closed my eyes, losing myself for a moment to the feel of Kaylan in my arms, lying right against me. The size difference between us was only a few inches, but it was perfect. He fit my arms as if he were made for them, and I didn’t want him to leave them.

“You know, I think this is going down as my best first date ever,” Kaylan announced, sounding as if he’d caught his breath.

“We haven’t even had dinner and anime yet.”

A low, sated hum rose from Kaylan’s throat as he snuggled a bit closer. “Watch it. I might never leave.”

“This might surprise you, but that threat doesn’t scare me.”

Kaylan twisted in my arms enough to gaze over his shoulder at me. “Does this mean we’re going out on another date? You weren’t agreeing to a second date just so you could fuck me?”

A wide grin spread across my lips. “Definitely not. I would love to go out with you again.”

Sighing, Kaylan settled back on the pillow. “Me too. I hate to admit it, but my boss picked me a winner. Best date that never should have happened.”

Yes, it really was.