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I wasn’t sure how I would feel when the time came, but to have that option was what counted. So, I had an ulterior motive for my visit to Boston. I was nervous about meeting my sister and the PI, but I didn’t want to leave it altogether, either.
The car took me to a grand hotel, and I walked into a gilded lobby. I could only imagine how much a night cost in a hotel like this.
When I saw Brent stepping out of the elevator, it hit me like a punch in the gut. I had seen him almost every day for the past year, but after what we’d done, everything was so much more intense. I’d always had a crush on him, but it was pure lust now. Brent flashed a cocky grin at me and came toward me.
“How was your flight?” he asked, leaning in to kiss my cheek. It was the only physical contact he’d ever made aside from us fucking. Electricity traveled from his lips to my cheek, and a thrill coursed through my body. Everything about him was attractive and magnetic, and I knew this was what I had come for. I had been waiting for this for so long that I couldn’t have said no to it now.
When Brent had phoned me and asked me for help with his meetings, I had agreed right away. Being with him that first time had been amazing. I hadn’t been sure what to expect since our last encounter at the office had been so stiff and professional. Even after he’d asked me for the photos and I had sent them to him, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I had no idea how he saw me. Brent was a man of little words. But with how he looked at me now, I knew he wanted me.
And I wanted him.
I checked into my room, getting the key from the front desk before we headed up in the elevators. I was painfully aware of Brent next to me, so close that if I shifted only a fraction we would touch. But he was being controlled and serious, as always. He stood next to me, hands clasped behind his back as if he were here for business alone, as he had made it sound when he’d phoned me. Had I misinterpreted it? If I had come here thinking he wanted sex from me when he was already done with me, I would feel like a fool.
Brent carried my bag for me and put it in my room. I closed the door behind us and walked in, looking at the room. It was a huge room, the size of my entire apartment. A large king-size four-poster bed stood in the middle of the room, and two love seats by the full-length windows overlooked a breathtaking view of Boston. When I turned, Brent was right in front of me. The way he looked at me made my breath hitch in my throat. His face was riddled with desire, his blue eyes dark and his pupils dilated.
He grabbed my face with both my hands and kissed me, and I melted against him. I hadn’t misinterpreted it, after all. Brent kissed me until my knees were weak and I had been reduced to a molten puddle of lust in my panties. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathing hard, my body ready for him.
I wanted him to fuck me.
Brent tore at my clothes, pulling my top over my head and roughly kneading my breasts through my bra. I unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers fumbling in my urgency. Brent walked me backward until I was against the bed, and I fell backward. He climbed onto the bed, lying on top of me with almost all his weight, pinning me down. He bucked his hips, humping me through our clothes, and I could feel the thick ridge in his pants. He was as desperate for me as I was for him.
We stopped making out and groping long enough for me to undo Brent’s pants. I unzipped them and pushed him away from me, giving me space to sit up and pull them down. His hard cock was impressive, thick and smooth with pubic hair at the base and heavy balls hanging below it. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and he sucked in his breath. When I glanced up at him, he had raw desire on his face.
I leaned forward and while maintaining eye contact, I licked his dick from halfway down the shaft all the way to the tip. Brent hissed and pushed his hand into my hair. He closed his fist, and I was caught. I loved that he was taking control. I sucked his dick into my mouth, and Brent groaned. When I glanced up again, his eyes were closed, his head tipped back a little. He thrust his hips in the same rhythm as my sucking, and I fucked him with my mouth. It was making me even wetter. I loved that I was pleasuring him.
Brent guided me with his hand in my hair, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, and I took him in farther and farther. I had deep-throated only once before. I wasn’t worried about gagging. I took Brent down my throat, and my throat contracted.
