Page 33 of True Sight (Nat. 20, #4)

“Thanks for agreeing to have our meeting here.”

“Who am I to turn down an opportunity to see sweet Annie when given the choice?” He shakes his head at my joke.

Then, he pushes me back a few steps, trapping me between his body and the wall and kisses me again.

This time is different from before, it’s deeper, slower.

Like he’s trying to say something with it.

“Is this the real reason you asked me to come here for our meeting? So you can kiss me and make my brain go all fuzzy?” I ask when he pulls away. His hand is on the side of my neck, holding me in place. The smell of his aftershave is intoxicating to my senses.

“Well I can’t be doing this with you in public, now can I?” I know he hasn’t intended for them to, but his words sting and feel like a thousand tiny pin pricks to my heart. I try to push him away from me but he can tell how his words land and holds me in place.

“Wait, I didn’t mean—” he tries to backtrack.

“I know you didn’t.”

“It’s just that this is all new to me and?—”

“I know.” I nod my head but can’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. When he dips down and meets my gaze, he doesn’t give me a choice.

“I’m really sorry, sweets. I didn’t mean it like it came out. It’s not a you thing, it’s a me thing. Change is hard for me and this is, well, a really big fucking change.” His eyes hang low and his voice is full of remorse. He squeezes my hand in his and I squeeze back and try to smile.

“Are we okay?” His eyebrows raise in hopeful anticipation. I lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek, confirming that we are. This will be a learning experience for us both and I need to remember that.

“Let’s start that meeting, shall we?”

Holding his hand in mine, I kick off my shoes and walk towards the sofa pulling him behind me.

Just like always, our four-legged companion trots in with us and promptly finds a spot for herself on the floor.

After taking a seat, I pull my laptop from my bag so we can get started.

He had left his own on the coffee table and places it in his lap before cracking it open and typing in his password.

“Alright, so the last few weeks I’ve been working on the app your clients will be able to use to book a class with you instead of always having to use your website.

As requested, I also started to build the wireframe for a members only portal where you can upload all your past live classes for people to watch back. ”

I nod my head and try to focus on what he is saying.

Doing so proves to be difficult because sitting next to him gives me ample opportunity to soak in the smell of his aftershave and shampoo.

I wonder if he’ll notice if I suddenly start to take deeper breaths than necessary.

My eyes drift far too often to his lips and watch how they move as he talks.

Some feral animal deep inside of me wishes something fierce that I can watch them move in other ways.

“Henry,” he snaps, pulling me out of the fantasy my brain is conjuring up. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Not a single word, actually,” I answer honestly. He sighs and slumps over his laptop, looking at me exasperated.

“Sweets, pay attention. This is important and the studio is set to open in another two months. There’s still a lot of work to do, you need to stay focused.” He reaches over a hand and shakes my leg.

“Well you should try to be more ugly or something because you’re the reason I’m having a hard time focusing.”

“Henry, we’ve been meeting for weeks and you’ve never had a hard time focusing before.”

“ No , I’ve always had a hard time focusing. You’ve just never noticed,” I point out.

He drops his head to one side and presses his lips together in a tight line. “And why is this meeting any different?”

“Because this time we’re at your place, alone, after you rescued me from the storm and kissed me at the studio.

This time, we’re meeting after I know what it’s like to feel you come undone in my hand after I get you off.

Something, of which, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about,” I reply pointedly.

He clears his throat loudly and rubs the back of his neck. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it either.” His eyes glance to meet mine and I can see a faint shade of pink across his cheeks.

“Then you can understand my lack of focus.” My eyebrows press into my hairline as I wait for him to respond.

“Let’s just get this meeting done and then we can focus on other things, okay?” He looks at me through his lashes, trying to be serious.

“Okay.” I nod and give him a quick salute.

He turns back to his computer and I move a few inches closer to him so I can see his screen.

He explains the ins and outs of the app he’s building and I do my best to stay focused with my eyes on the screen.

If I don’t look at him, I won’t be distracted and we’ll be able to get our work done faster.

The side of my body presses into his as I lean in to look at his computer and I try to ignore the warmth I feel where our bodies touch. Stay focused, don’t get distracted.

“ Fuck this ,” he growls suddenly, pulling the laptop away from me and closing it with a force.

He tosses it frantically onto the coffee table.

His hands reach for my arms and pull me into him, forcing his lips to mine which I eagerly allow.

Slowly, he lowers himself down so he’s lying on the couch and I work my way on top of him.

He has a hand wrapped around my face and keeps my lips glued to his as we push our hips into one another.

I can feel him through his shorts and I know he can feel me too.

“But, Conrad, what about the meeting?” I tease and feign concern.

“Fuck the meeting, we can get to that later. There are bigger things to worry about right now,” he growls into my neck as I feel his hand travel down my back.

“You’re telling me,” I quip and move my hips in such a way that causes our hard-ons to bump one another. He shudders under me and grabs my ass in his fist, squeezing it tightly.

“You know I got myself off yesterday just by thinking about what you did to me on Sunday,” he offers through heavy sighs. Lying on top of one another, we’re a sea of frenzied hands and desperate kisses. Trying to get as much of one another as we can fully clothed.

“Oh you did, did you? Want me to give you another go?” I whisper into his ear and reach my hand between us, cupping him in my hand and gently squeezing.

His breath catches in his throat and his head presses into the pillow behind him.

With his neck exposed, I bring my teeth to his ear and nibble on it which earns me another pleasured groan.

“Not this time, sweets. This time it’s all about you.” His words startle me and I pull back for a moment to look at him.

“Me? Are you sure?” It’s not that I don’t want him to but it’s more about not wanting him to feel like he has to. He made it perfectly clear that I’m the first man he’s ever been with and I don’t want him to feel rushed to do anything he isn’t ready for.

“Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have offered it I wasn’t sure. I wanted to on Saturday night but you told me no. You said one step at a time, now it’s my turn to step.” He speaks between kisses and his hand is fighting mine for space to touch me.

“We don’t have to if you don’t?—”

“I want to. I want you . Now would you please get off of me so I can get you off. Please ?” He holds my gaze and I search his eyes for any sense of hesitation but can’t find any.

Slowly, I lift myself off of him and sit back so he can get out from under me.

My heart races as I watch him move from the couch, push the coffee table back, and drop to his knees in front of me.

My skin tingles with nervous energy and anticipation as I look down at him kneeling in front of me.

He holds my hand as I reposition myself so I’m facing him with my feet on the floor.

When he pushes up on his knees, I meet him halfway and let his hand rope around my neck and pull me into another kiss.

His tongue pushes into my mouth and I moan before bringing my hand to his neck.

My thumb can feel his heart pulsating through his veins. It’s moving just as fast as mine is.

“Take this off,” I encourage, reaching down and stripping him of his shirt. When he tosses it to the floor, I pull him closer to me and run my hands across his now exposed chest. His hand comes to my lap and starts to rub me through my joggers making me harder than I was before.

“We don’t have to do this, you know. We can wait, I can wait,” I offer one more time, giving him an out if he wants to take it.

“Do you not want me to?” He pauses and looks at me.

“Oh, I want you to. I just want to make sure you want to.”

“I want to, I promise.” I nod silently and lean back, lifting my hips and allowing him to pull the waistband of my joggers down, taking my briefs with them.

Once he reaches a certain point, my cock springs free and is standing at attention.

He looks at it and licks his lips, sitting back on his heels.

His chest is rising and falling with his breath.

“Okay?” His eyes flicker to mine when I ask.

He pushes back up on his knees and leans over to kiss me, his hand finding my cock. I inhale sharply when his fingers wrap around it and slowly start to move up and down.

“You know, someone once told me that you can’t control everything that happens in life,” he hums into my ear, continuing to stroke me. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I try to not lose control too quickly. “He said that sometimes, the best parts of life just happen without a plan.”

“I think that’s pretty sound advice if I do say so myself,” I manage to eke out between moans.

He nips at the side of my neck and continues. “He also said that I needed to go with the flow and just let things happen. That sometimes the best things happen when you don’t plan for them at all.”

“Mhhm,” I swallow hard and feel my Adam’s apple bob in my throat. His hand is picking up speed and I squeeze my hand into a fist, trying to reallocate some of the pressure that’s building.

“You’re starting to be the best unplanned thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m going to show you how much that means to me. Tell me if you want me to do something different, teach me what you like.” When I nod, he drops to his knees and slips my hard length between his lips.

“Oh, god,” I sigh out, pulling my head up from where I’d been resting it to look down at him. His eyes burn into mine as he takes me with his mouth.

“Yes, just like that,” I coach. His head bobs up and down, sliding me in and out of his mouth. Every single one of my nerve endings seems to catch fire with each new pump.

“Spit on it,” I beg. “Spit on it and then play with me with your hand.”

He pulls away and looks at me for a beat with confusion between his brows. “You want me to?—”

I reach down quickly and hold his chin in my fingers. “You’re a very smart man, Mr. Miller, and I know you heard what I said. Now spit on my cock and play with it with your hand.”

His lips pull back into a quick smirk before he does exactly what I told him to. Pulling back, I watch as his lips move around in a circle before he kneels down again and spits on me. Then, he takes me in his hand and starts to play with me.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy.” Sitting on his knees, he leans over and presses a few kisses into the top of my leg before I rope my fingers through his hair and force him to look at me.

“ Harder ,” I instruct and he follows my direction without pause. “You like when I tell you what to do? You like it when I boss you around?” When he only nods, I pull his hair harder. “Use your words, love.”

“Yes, yes I like it when you boss me around.” His words are desperate and full of desire as he works to get me off. Glancing down, I can see his cock pressing against his pants .

“I want you to get yourself off while watching me,” I sigh, pushing his hand away. This is something I know I like and knowing I’ll get to play out this kink with him nearly sends me over the edge.

He nods again. Sitting up, he pushes the waistband of his pants down, freeing his own cock and quickly taking it in his hand.

Sitting on his knees, he braces himself against the couch with one hand while playing with himself with the other.

My eyes dance between how he’s getting himself off and the movement of my own hand around my cock.

The sounds of our moans fill the room as we both push ourselves to the edge.

Suddenly, he sits up between my legs and reaches for my face.

Our lips meet again while our hands work ourselves in unison.

“Watch,” I demand, pressing our foreheads together. Our eyes cast down to our cocks which are coming closer and closer to their finish.

“I’m close,” he moans, his hand working harder and faster with each second passing.

“Be a good boy and watch as we come undone together,” I instruct and within moments, we both reach our peaks together.

Our hands slow as we work to catch our breath, our foreheads still firmly pressed into one another.

After giving our hearts a few moments to slow, I nudge his head and he looks at me.

“Still okay?”

Using the hand not covered in his ecstasy, he grabs the side of my neck and runs his thumb along my throat.

“I’m more than okay,” he pants before smiling. I lean into it, pressing my lips to his and kissing him through his smile.

“The ‘good boy’ was okay? And telling you?—”

“All of it was good, Henry. I liked all of it, I promise.”

“Okay, I just want to make sure it was good for you like it was good for me.”

He kisses me again before speaking. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Oh, so that’s why you call me ‘sweets,’” I joke and the sound of his laugh makes my heart flip in my chest.

“Yeah, that’s why I call you sweets,” he confirms before kissing me again and when he does, I hope he’ll never stop.

“Stay there, I’ll be right back.” He stands from the floor and disappears behind me. When he returns a few minutes later he’s carrying a washcloth and has on fresh shorts.

“What’s that for?” I ask, looking up at him.

“For you, to clean yourself up. I also put some new shorts in the bathroom for you.”

I can’t help myself from smiling at his gesture. Standing from the couch, I take the washcloth from him and pull up my joggers before leaning in and kissing him one more time.

“Now who’s the sweet one?”

“Anything for you,” he says back with a similar smile to my own. A smile that I hope I get to see for a very long time.