“A summer fling, then. Neat.”
“So far, so good.” I closed my laptop and stood up. “I’ll be back after lunch.”
“Have fun.”
The short walk in the sun, with warm wind blowing through my hair, lifted my mood, and when I entered the cafe and saw Milo chatting to people, my shoulders truly relaxed. The smell of roasted coffee, fresh pastry, and wooden furniture that had been loved by many and still served their purpose, set the cosy vibe that permeated my senses.
Sophia was behind the counter and took my usual order. As luck would have it, a lady in a polka-dot dress vacated myfavorite armchair in the corner, and I sank into the cushion with a sigh of relief, despite it not being my break time yet.
I cracked my laptop open and scanned the numbers in the spreadsheet. Yup. This would be a good session.
“Here’s your coffee, sir.” Milo’s fake British accent brought my head up. He wore his usual work apron over a white T-shirt and jeans, with delicate silver stud earrings adorning both his lobes. Even amongst the mix of smells, I picked out his. Sweet apples and a hint of mint.
What would I give to bury my face in his neck and inhale. To pull him into a hug, to feel him against mine, or trace my tongue over every ridge of his body until I could know it well enough to draw from memory.
Unfortunately, I was a civilized monster and could keep my cool in public.
“Why, thank you.” I took my cup from Milo and set it on the small, round table next to me.
“When is your lunch break?” Milo asked, then looked back where Sophia waved for him to take his time.
“At noon.”
“How long?” His eyes snapped from eyeing the vee of my shirt to my face.
My heart quickened its beating, as if wanting Milo to notice it through my ribcage. “An hour. But I may have some time left to claim if needed.”
He bit his bottom lip in a way that wasn’t as flirtatious as it was horny. “Your room?”
“I’ll be waiting.” I crossed my legs and willed my hard-on to behave.
Milo nodded once and threw himself back into buzzing around the cafe as if making everyone’s day would make his too.
I sipped my coffee and wrapped up my progress on the spreadsheet for the next half hour, then headed to my hotel room.
By a quarter past twelve, my knee was bouncing, and I clicked through all the channels on my TV.
A knock. Sure and quick.
I jumped to my feet and opened the door. Milo pushed me inside with one hand on my chest and took my face in his hands. I leaned over so he wouldn’t have to stand on tiptoes to reach my lips.
The desperation in his kiss mirrored my own—tongues brushing, lips bruising. Delicate courtesy had no place between us today; we took what we wanted and we matched in our needs.
He broke away. “I don’t have much time.”
“We can make it,” I said while I worked his jeans open.
He toed-off his sneakers and shed everything from the waist down like it was cursed. His eagerness fuelled me to act fast.
I gripped his bum that fit in my hands as if it was made to rest there. “Your ass is so perfect.” I traced my finger down his crease and pressed on his hole, smooth and pliant. He arched to my touch and buried his face between my pecs. “I want to suck on your tight pucker until you come squeezing my tongue with your ass.” I growled in frustration. “But we’re in a hurry.”
Milo closed his teeth over my nipple and looked up, daring me to stop him.
I wouldn’t.
He didn’t bite, but rolled the bud then sucked until he released it with a smack of his lips. The tingling pleasure from his teasing spread through my chest and to my dick.
“Will you make me come, big man?” Milo splayed his hands on my pecs, raked his nails down to the waistband of my boxers, then squeezed my hard cock.
