“I grab your hand,” Theo gasped. I recognized the feverish tone of his voice, the urgency he always showed right before he came. “And make you grab my dick! Fuck me, Win! Fuck me!”
“I hold you in my hand and start rubbing you. Up and down. Fast. You’re…” A moan interrupted me, rising up from deep in the back of my throat. I fucked my cock hard against my hand, more precum oozing from my tip. My body was starting to buck and writhe out of my control, my oncoming orgasm hurtling to the surface like a freight train without brakes. My breath came in gasps, my heard pounding in my ears. “Theo, I’m cumming!”
Theo cried out in response, and the sound of his voice carried me over my own edge. Bursts of pleasure consumed me, dulling my awareness of the world down to mere sensations. The blast of the air-conditioning on my skin. The press of the phone against my cheek. The smell of sex. Theo’s voice, wobbling and fading into a thin moan.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Win…”
I stirred out of the fog of sexual satisfaction, my thoughts hazy. “Theo,” I breathed. “Theo, you’re amazing.”
“I want to see you again soon,” he said. “Can I? Are you busy tonight? I’ll wear my yoga pants if you come over.”
My cock stirred against my hand at the temptation, my desire rising again. Unfortunately, I was starting to be able to think better after coming down from my orgasm and I knew it wouldn’t be possible. My chest tightened, conflicting emotions pulling my heart in opposite directions.
“Win?”
I hesitated and then admitted, “I can’t tonight. I’m attending a company dinner. But tomorrow, I’m free.”
“I have class, but I’m free later on in the day. Like… like usual.”
“Let’s do that,” I said. “I’ll text you later with more details. For now, I think I’ve put off my meeting long enough.”
He laughed. “Probably. Please, text me. Let me know where we’re going.”
“I will.” I lowered my voice and promised him, “Talk to you later.”
“Bye, Win.”
I hung up, his words echoing in my head. Had they seemed sadder than usual? They had dragged, almost seeming to be weighed down.
It’s probably my imagination, I decided. I looked at the clock, my eyes widening as I saw how much time had elapsed since I’d left my office. That client -and Janet- was going to be furious.
I did my pants back up and climbed out of the car, my legs unsteady. I walked back around to the front of the building, trying to get my mind to turn to the business that waited me inside. I failed, as I did so often lately, and instead thought more about Theo.
This arrangement was fun and delightful and I wouldn’t give it up for the world, but it was becoming more serious than I’d intended. Spending money on Theo didn’t bother me, but I was starting to think of things in terms of what he would like to do, instead of the original plan of taking him around with me for plans I’d already made. The difference was small, and incredibly significant.
I could no longer deny I wanted to take things further.
11
Theo
I was getting pretty good at this phone sex stuff. It reminded me a lot of roleplaying -the innocent kind that took the internet by storm during the early 2000’s. All I had to do was relax, fall into the scene, and let my imagination run away from me.
It helped that Quinton was the most relaxing person I’d ever met. He had a way of making awkward things easier, smoothing the way with humor until I felt okay again. Every moment I was able to spend with him, whether we were on a date or talking on the phone, made me so happy I could hardly contain it. My heart felt like a meteor falling through the atmosphere, trailing with fire.
Unfortunately, meteors either burned up in atmosphere or hit the ground a fraction of what they used to be. Falling for Quinton wasn’t a good idea. It was all going to be over in a few months, anyway. I’d have to stop sending risqué pictures as my body changed, withdrawing from him when he touched me. He’d lose interest in me once he realized I was cutting him off, physically.
I pressed my hand to my heart. The burning didn’t feel too good, anymore. My heart ached, eating itself alive with the affection and adoration I felt for him.
My phone buzzed. I snatched it up, hoping it might be Quinton again.
It was Christie.
“Hey,” I said.
“Theo,” she said, and I heard a warning in her voice. Not a warning for me, but a sharpness that I needed to be wary of. She was going to ask for answers I couldn’t give.
“Why did you miss class today?” she asked. “And why have you been acting so weirdly? What’s going on? Are you okay?”
I lied when I told Quinton I’d had no classes today. I’d been lying to him a lot about that. I winced every time I had to do it, jabs of guilt needling my spine, but spending time with him wouldn’t let me focus on class. I had to choose, and only one of them was going to make me enough money for me to take care of myself and the baby.
“Nothing’s going on, Christie.” I tried to keep my voice light. “Don’t worry about it. Just focus on yourself.”
“How can I not worry about it?” she threw back. “You’re my friend and you’re failing right in front of me. You didn’t used to be like this, so what happened? Is it Damien?”
I placed my hand on my stomach. “Don’t mention him.”
“So, it does have something to do with him. Did he hurt you? What is it? Tell me so I can kick his ass.”
“No!” I didn’t give a shit about him. He wasn’t the problem. “It’s fine, okay? I just have some things going on. It’s none of your business.”
Christie paused. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, sadder than I had ever heard her be before. “I thought we were friends.”
“I…”
She hung up.
I need to do this on my own. I’m sorry, Christie. I just can’t tell anyone. I can’t let this get out until I decide to.
My heart aching, I set the phone down and reached for my laptop. I flicked my finger over the mousepad to wake it up, and brought up the academy’s website. Images of my bright future slid in a slideshow in front of me, tantalizing me. I used to be so enamored by these, a timeline of dreams. Now, I felt like they were slipping away, out of my grasp.
I need to do something. Should I just…drop out now before it’s too late?
I shoved the laptop away, my heart throbbing so hard now, colors flickered in front of my eyes. Anxiety swelled inside me, a dark, writhing cloud of thoughts over which I had no control, permeating through me and filtering in the air around me.
Gasping, I grabbed the blankets from my bed and curled up, pulling them over my head. I tucked my knees up to my chest and pressed my face against them. My hands slid over my stomach, stroking up and down. My mind raced and raced, going nowhere, a looping track that fed back in on itself.
I was fucked.
So fucked.
Tears squeezed from under my eyelids, soaking into my pillow. I pressed my eyes shut even tighter, but they still escaped. Soft sobs shook my chest, just a few until I ran out of breath even for that. Exhausted, conflicted, I did what every person has done at some point in their life and went to sleep to avoid confronting my problems.
The sound of knocking awoke me.
Pushing the covers away, my heart pounding, I got out of bed. My legs tangled together and I fell forward, catching myself on my hands. The thud of contact was extremely loud and I winced, hoping the neighbors beneath me weren’t home to hear that.
“I’m coming!” I said. Kicking my legs to free myself of the blankets, I stumbled the rest of the way to the door and opened it.
No one there.
I looked down and saw a package. Not an Amazon package or anything that looked like it had come through the mail, but a regular, unmarked box taped shut. Someone must have delivered this by hand.
I only know one person who can arrange this.
I opened the package o
n my bed, using a paring knife from my kitchenette. Inside was a brand-new suit, shoes, and an envelope with money inside. Guilt spiking through my mind, like hot flashes, I ignored the other items and tore open the envelope. Hidden in with the money, as if Quinton knew I’d go for this first, was a note.
“I know you have your own suit now, but I wanted you to match me. We’re going to one of my favorite places. Remember the tie I wore on our first date?”
The tie. The gaudy, floral tie. We were going to a garden?
I picked up the suit and had to smile. The tie matched the one Quinton had worn at the ballet, while the suit itself had a beautiful embroidered rose on the lapel and floral designs on the cuffs. The buttons were floral embellishments, which somehow managed to look beautiful instead of extra.
I carried the suit over to the closet and hung it up. Standing there, looking at how beautiful it was, I couldn’t help but to think again that I was falling for Quinton.
The rest of the night passed and I refused to go to class in the morning. Christie called. I ignored her, told her to go on without me through text.
Then, the time came for me to meet up with Quinton. I went downstairs and out through the lobby, and he was standing there on the street with lamplight illuminating him. He wore the same suit as me, every line of his strong, firm body accentuated. His hair glowed silver, and his eyes were so bright I could have seen them from a mile away.
I went right up to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him, longer and deeper than I ever had before. He went still for a moment, and I worried I might have gone too far, before he gripped my waist and kissed me back with the sweet intensity I’d come to know so well.
Definitely falling for him.
12
Quinton
“What’s going on between us?” I asked.
Theo looked up with a piece of bread halfway to his mouth. “Huh?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” I said gently.
His eyes widened and he looked so panic-stricken I turned around to see if anything was happening behind me that could be so concerning. Nothing. I turned back to him, my chest tight and my stomach churning with an onslaught of nerves. This wasn’t the reaction I’d wanted. This panic.
A few weeks had passed since I gave him the floral suit and took him out to the Rose Gardens, and we had been on so many more dates I’d lost track. To another ballet, which he watched without speaking the entire time, and to a concert, and to several other expensive restaurants, where I introduced him to all of my favorite styles of cuisine. Ethiopian, Thai, Italian. Anything I thought he might enjoy.
He did seem to be enjoying the time he spent with me as much as I did with him, but our relationship -if that was what it could be called- was going nowhere. Our level of physical intimacy hadn’t changed. We only had phone sex.
It was making me restless, as much as I tried to be understanding. I wanted to have sex with him for real. No distance between us.
“I… I don’t know,” he admitted. He set down the bread he’d been holding and pushed back, away from the table. “I’m sorry. I just… There’s so much.”
“So much of what?” I stood up, too. “I get this feeling you’re hiding something from me. What is it?”
He just shook his head and turned away.
I pressed my fingers to my nose. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Theo.”
“I… Okay,” he whispered, sounding like a small child.
I moved away from the table and crossed the floor of the restaurant to a small observation deck outside. It was enclosed, which meant the summer heat couldn’t bother me as I looked out over the city. The play of so many lights flashing off each other seemed less beautiful to me than they once had been.
My doubts are getting to me. There’s nothing wrong with this. It’s a hookup app. I shouldn’t expect anything else.
But, this was the only time in my life I wasn’t getting what I wanted. My feelings for Theo were undeniable. They went far beyond regular lust. I wanted a relationship with him.
But, if he didn’t feel the same, was there any point pursuing him?
The door to the observation deck slid open. I turned to leave, not wanting to put a damper on the mood for someone else coming out to enjoy the view.
Theo stood there, his lips pressed together. His chin was set, his shoulders squared.
“Theo? What…”
Before I could finish the question, he crossed the space between us and shoved his mouth to mine, a ferocious kiss that literally took my breath away. His tongue slid into my mouth, fucking against mine. He backed away, tilting his head up to look right into my eyes.
I stared at him, baffled, and admittedly suspicious. Doing this right after it was clear I was having second thoughts?
“Theo,” I said again.
He dropped down to his knees in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs. The supplicating position stirred lust inside me, my loins burning. His mouth was so close to me I could feel his breath.
“I have feelings for you,” he said, his words coming in a heated rush. “I’ve never… I… I didn’t know what I was doing. But what I know now is I like you. I like you, Win. I don’t want to stop seeing you. But I don’t want this to be just hooking up. I want more.”
He was echoing my thoughts a little too well, now. I wanted to believe him, but it all struck me as a little too coincidental.
I opened my mouth to tell him that, maybe to ask him to prove it.
He stopped me by pulling down my zipper and reaching in for my cock.
The lust forming inside me surged to the forefront of my thoughts, almost out of my control. I clung to the semblance of control I still possessed and placed my hand on his shoulder, trying to hold him back even as he brought out my throbbing, stiffening cock and pulled my head closer to his mouth. His hot breath on me turned my every word into a groan. “Theo… You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to pay me back. That’s not what I want.”
“This is what I want,” he murmured, and wrapped his mouth around me.
The warm, wet heat of his mouth, the dance of his tongue over my skin, caused mingled waves of heat to race through my body and chills to dart up my spine. I tangled my fingers in his hair and gasped out loud. “Theo!”
He backed off my cock long enough to whisper my name, and then he went down on me again, pulling my head into his mouth and sucking on me. Each pull of his mouth on me made my hips buck, my body already writhing out of control. I grinded on his face as he took more and more of me, until I hit against the back of his throat. It was everything I had hoped it would be, everything predicted during our constant roleplaying over the phone.
I didn’t have it in me to hold back any longer. He said he had feelings for me. He was giving me a blowjob in a restaurant full of people, our act barely concealed by a large potted plant near the doorway.
I gave in.
13
Theo
I couldn’t believe I’d done that, giving Quinton a blow job right there in the restaurant like that. I could still taste him on my tongue, the sweet salt heat of his cum, the texture of his skin, soft over the hard shaft. It was the most daring and scandalous thing I had ever done.
But, nothing else would have convinced him that I was serious about him. Words were just words. We’d said a lot of those to each other over the phone. I’d needed to act.
And act I had.
The moan Quinton made when he came was so loud I could hardly believe no one else in the restaurant had heard it. Maybe they had. I didn’t know. If anyone had stared at us as we returned to our table, or whispered about us, I didn’t catch it. I could only pay attention to Quinton. He wasn’t just an alpha I was interested in, anymore. He was my alpha. I’d claimed him the moment I put him in my mouth.
And now he was going to claim me.
Dinner had passed in a blur and now we were in the car on the way to his penthouse. Quinton leaned over an
d grabbed me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me up into his lap. I wriggled my ass around, grinding on top of the hot, hard length of his cock, excitement racing through my entire body. I took his face into my hands and pressed my lips to his, kissing him, and slid my tongue into his mouth.
He let out a soft moan into my mouth and rubbed his tongue on mine, tasting me, tasting himself. I whimpered and slid my fingers up into his mane of silver hair, tugging on handfuls, keeping his body flush against mine.
His driver stopped, and we fell out of the car together, our arms wrapped around each other and our lips still tangled together. His breath was hot and rapid, his chest heaving against mine. His cock was so erect I thought it might burst straight through his suit pants. Every inch of his body seemed to be straining toward me as we made our way inside the building and to the elevator.
I knew every inch of me was pulled to him in the same way. I couldn’t stop touching him, my hands roaming all over his body, skimming over the firm muscles of his back, up to his shoulder blades and back down again to his waist. He pushed me back against the wall of the elevator; I wrapped my hands around his ass and pulled him tight to me, thrusting my dick hard against his cock. He felt so good against me, his body fitting so perfectly against mine. It was almost as if we were made for each other.
Aaron had outdone himself. I had thought that so many times over the course of the past weeks, with more conviction each time. This time, I knew there was no doubt left in my mind at all that Quinton was anything less than my perfect match.
We spilled out of the elevator together. I tripped over my own feet, a tingling thrill swirling through my stomach. Quinton reached over and caught me, pulling me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bucking my hips against him; he growled into my neck and dug into his pockets for his keys. His wrist brushed against my dick and I gasped, thrusting myself harder on his muscular stomach.
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