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I allowed him to trick me into thinking I was weak and pathetic, so when he cornered me, spewing some shit about me being trash, I stood there and took it. And just like we are now, we were close. Really close. I don’t think either of us was expecting it when he kissed me. I wasn’t the one to start it, but I took over the second his lips were on mine. I had his shirt off and went for his belt when he shoved me away.
The things he said after that fucked with my head for a long time. It wasn’t until later in life that I realized he was too chickenshit to admit to himself that he wanted me, and judging by the situation we’re in now, he still does. Only this time, if he tries to put a spin on this, I’ll be ready. I don’t take shit from anyone. Not anymore.
“You think I won’t do it?” Indignation gleams in his eyes.
“No. I don’t.” My words are cut off when his nimble fingers work fast and furious unzipping my coveralls. Once he reaches the bottom, he grabs the fabric at my shoulders and tugs. His jaw ticks as he works them down to my shoes, leaving me only in my underwear and tank. I’m too stunned to move, so I stand stock-still, watching his every move.
My cock springs free as he pushes my boxer briefs to the ground and sinks to his knees, placing his hands on my thighs. I nearly come without any contact when he comes face to face with my cock and licks his lips. Every second he stalls feels like an hour. I can’t remember ever wanting something more than his mouth on me, and he’s taking his sweet time making it happen.
“Don’t just stare at it. Suck it down like a good boy.”
He glares at me as he takes me in hand, squeezing a little harder than necessary, but the bite of pain feels good. He points my dick straight up and licks the underside from root to tip.
“Oh, fuck.” I groan at how heavenly his warm, wet tongue feels. His lips wrap around me, and in one go, he sucks me until my tip bumps the back of his throat. I lift onto my toes, the sensation too much, too soon, leaving me barely clinging to control.
He works me over, bobbing up and down, slurping and sucking like a fucking pro. I weave my hands into his hair, needing something to hold on to. The man is sucking my soul out through my cock, and I am unprepared. When one of his hands moves lower to cup my balls, I know it’s over.
I should be embarrassed, but Jenson isn’t messing around, and I dare any other man to last any longer than this.
“I’m coming,” I announce because I’m not a total tool.
Of all the different ways this could end, he chooses the one I least expect. Both hands return to my cock, and he pumps me up and down with his mouth open wide, the tip of my cock resting on his tongue. Jesus fuck, he wants to taste me? That’s my last thought before my entire body lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree, and an orgasm tears through me.
I fight to keep my eyes open as I feel my cock pulse. Ropes of thick cum spurt from my tip, shooting into his mouth and coating his tongue. His gaze lifts to mine, and for a split second, his angry demeanor slips and I see the desire that was hiding behind it. Knowing he wanted this as much as I do has prolonged my release, sending one more wave of pleasure through me.
His stroke’s slow, and I watch with rapt attention as he makes a show of drawing his tongue back into his mouth. I track the movement of his Adam’s apple as it bobs with his dramatic swallow. My cock isn’t in any position to show more interest, yet it twitches all the same.
“There. We even now?” His stern glare returns as he stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Fuck yeah.” There’s no point in playing it cool when he made me blow my load in less than a minute. Now that I think about it, I should be embarrassed.
“Good.” He turns to enter the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Shit. I can’t believe that just happened. After yanking up my boxer briefs, I crouch and pull up my coveralls, tying the sleeves around my waist. I should tuck tail and run, but after a performance like that, the least I can do is give the guy a ride. So, I sit on the corner of the bed and wait.
My mind is still reeling when Jenson yells, “Fuck!” With the door shut and the water running, I can’t tell what the curse is for. Is he pissed he accepted my dare? Or is he jerking himself off because he was turned on by what he did? It’s best I don’t find out the answer to that.
Less than five minutes later, the bathroom door opens. With a towel around his waist, Jenson storms into his closet, not sparing me a glance. I run my hands down my thighs, feeling all kinds of awkward. All my previous anger has dissipated with the emptying of my balls, and now I don’t know how to treat him.
In no time at all, he emerges from his closet in a clean suit that looks identical to the one he had on before, though this time, his tie is blue.
“Let’s go,” he says, straightening his tie.
“Yeah, okay.” I stand and follow him out of the room.
He stops in the hallway and pulls a stack of towels from a linen closet before leading me out the front door and back downstairs. Just like when we came into the building, Jenson’s head hangs as we walk through the lobby and past his doorman. He’s clearly embarrassed to be seen with the likes of me.
Not a word is said as I climb into the truck and wait for him to pile the towels on the seat, giving him the best chance to not soil his clean suit. I was wrong if I thought what happened upstairs would break the tension between us.
There’s been a shift in our power dynamic, and now, he’s acting like the wounded party, which has my hackles rising again.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask as I weave us into traffic.
“Nothing. Do you know where you’re going?”
“I’m assuming Poole Enterprises.”
“You’re not as dumb as you look.”
