by Wells, K. C.
“Oh, Blake. You and I are really going to have some fun tonight.” Alec took a few more sips from his glass and then carefully placed it on the coffee table. He reached across to take Blake’s glass from him and repeated the action. A frisson of anticipation danced up and down Blake’s spine as Alec moved closer to him, his eyes bright.
“Don’t you think it’s about time you unwrapped your present?” His voice had a husky quality that did delicious things to Blake’s body.
Blake shivered as Alec bent down, his face now inches away. “Do you kiss?” Blake asked softly, his eyes on Alec’s lips, his tongue darting out to moisten his own. Blake was gratified to hear Alec’s low whimper of approval.
“I love kissing,” Alec murmured softly, as his hand reached down to cup Blake’s cheek… and at last their mouths met in a soft brushing of lips, Blake’s own groan of pleasure sounding so loud in his ears. Alec’s eyes widened and he broke the soft kiss. “Oh, you’re responsive. I like that.” His eyes glittered. “But I think we need to change the pace, don’t you?”
Before Blake could react, his mouth was taken in a bruising kiss, Alec plunging his tongue deep, exploring him. Blake reacted eagerly, their mouths meeting in a collision of teeth and tongues as they reached out to grab hold of each other, both men clearly wanting. Alec hauled Blake to his feet and grabbed his head with both hands, deepening the kiss, his low moans leaving Blake in no doubt that Alec was really getting into this. And Blake’s cock definitely wanted in on this, too. Suddenly Blake was as hard as a rock.
Alec broke off, gasping, to pull Blake toward the fire.
“Want me to fuck you on this nice, thick rug?” He reached down to cup Blake’s burgeoning erection which was pressing almost painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He squeezed and rubbed, and Blake groaned loudly, thrusting his groin into Alec’s touch, wanting more.
“Fuck, yes,” Blake moaned, as Alec rubbed harder. Christ, it’s not possible to be this hard, is it? When Alec popped the button free on his jeans and slipped his hand inside to wrap around Blake’s turgid cock, Blake whimpered, the sound full of urgent need. Alec grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into another fervent kiss, sucking on his tongue as he freed Blake’s cock from his jeans.
Blake’s legs trembled, almost buckling as Alec dragged him to the floor, and the two men landed on the thick rug on their knees. Alec freed his cock and balls, only to begin unbuttoning Blake’s black shirt, moving his hands restlessly over Blake’s chest, plucking at his nipples until Blake cried out, desperate for more. Jeans were pulled off in swift tugs, Alec’s T-shirt sailed into the air, neither man willing to stop until at last both were naked, clothes strewn over the floor. Alec dropped onto his back and pulled Blake astride him to straddle his chest, tugging at his aching dick.
“God, Blake, your dick is a thing of beauty.” Alec licked his lips and Blake watched breathlessly, his pulse racing, as a silken thread of pre-come, suspended from his slit and glinting in the firelight, touched Alec’s lips. Alec caught it on his tongue and hungrily sucked Blake deep. Blake arched and threw his head back, gasping as Alec twirled his tongue over the head before tightening his lips around the shaft, exerting pressure as he slid Blake deeper. Alec grabbed Blake’s hips and held him tight, his head bobbing furiously as he worked Blake’s dick.
Blake wanted to take it slower, take time to appreciate Alec’s body, but he was dragged along by a relentless tide. Alec hauled Blake until his dick was plunging down into Alec’s throat, Blake’s hips pumping as he fucked Alec’s mouth, Blake supporting himself on locked arms. Alec moaned around his shaft, the vibrations heightening Blake’s pleasure as he slid faster and faster, Alec reaching to grab Blake’s arse and pull him deeper. When Alec slid a finger down his crack and tapped against his hole, Blake shouted, his hoarse cries reverberating around the room.
Alec pulled free of his length and stretched across the floor for his duffel bag. He plunged his hand inside and searched, until at last he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom packet. He clicked off the cap expertly with one hand and dripped lube over his fingers. He tossed aside the bottle and tugged at Blake, encouraging him back into position once more. Blake sank his dick once again into the hot, wet furnace of Alec’s mouth and began to face-fuck him in earnest, his cries growing louder as Alex plunged two fingers into his arse.
“Oh fuck!” Blake froze, his cock deep inside Alec, as those fingers scissored inside him, the burn a reminder of just how long it had been since he’d had something penetrate his arse. Alec’s mouth was heaven as Blake recovered enough to roll his hips, rocking deeper into Alec until Blake’s balls were hitting Alec’s chin. Alec moaned as he pulled off once again, gasping for breath.
“Ride me.” He grabbed the condom packet and thrust it at Blake, who scrambled off him, shifting along until finally Alec’s shaft was in his sights. Blake’s hole clenched in anticipation as he beheld what looked to be nearly eight inches of thick, uncut cock, its head wide and flared. Hands shaking, fingers almost refusing to cooperate, Blake freed the condom from its foil and rolled it down over Alec’s dick. Alec made a grab for the lube bottle and hastily slicked up his cock. His eyes met Blake’s. “Climb aboard.” His lips were parted, his breath escaping in quick pants, his eyes sparkling.
Blake nudged forward until Alec’s cock slid into his crease. He reached back and held it steady around the base as he raised himself up, feeling its blunt heat pressing against his hole. His eyes locked onto Alec’s face as he slowly eased the thick column of flesh into his body. Down, down, down he sank, inch after glorious inch making him deliciously full, until at last he felt Alec’s crisp curls against his arse. Blake’s dick pointed straight up, hard and wanting, and he mewled as Alec slid his hand around it, pushing back the foreskin, its tip glistening with pre-come.
Alec groaned. “God, you have a tight arse.” He gripped Blake’s haunches and lifted him, then pushed up with his hips, punching the air from Blake’s lungs as he filled him completely. “Oh yeah…” He held Blake steady and began to thrust up into him repeatedly, rocking up from the rug, moving erratically. Blake cried out as Alec’s cock nudged his gland and Alec grinned. “Jackpot.” He pulled Blake down onto him and kissed him, his tongue as mobile as his cock, and Blake began to moan. This wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Alec… you’re going to make me come!”
Alex’s eyes widened. “Then come for me. I’m not done with you yet. We’re gonna fuck all night.” He thrust hard until he was balls-deep and Blake shuddered as his orgasm hit hard, his dick erupting come between their bodies. Alec held him tightly, hips constantly in motion as he fucked Blake through his climax. “God, your arse is fuckin’ heaven.” Suddenly he froze, mouth and eyes open wide, and Blake could feel Alec’s heat, muted slightly by the condom. Alec clutched at his back as they were jolted by aftershocks, both of them trembling.
Blake looked down into warm, milk chocolate eyes. “Please tell me you have a quick recovery rate.” He was panting. Alec’s cock was still buried inside him.
Alec winked, equally breathless. “Never mind me, I’m only twenty-five. You’re the one who hit thirty today. How many times can you go in one night, old guy?”
Blake grinned. “Oh, I think I can keep up with you.”
Alec’s eyes widened. “Oh, a challenge.” He slid his hands down Blake’s spine and cupped his arse, squeezing his cheeks firmly. “Bring it on, baby.”
Blake moaned softly. It was going to be a long night. If he was lucky.
Chapter Three
Blake rolled onto his back, his body covered in a light sheen of perspiration. Beside him, Alec moved onto his side to face him, head nestled in the pillow.
“Hey, had enough yet?” Alec teased, hand reaching out to stroke Blake’s damp chest.
Blake rolled his eyes. “Oh my God—you’re insatiable.” He caught Alec’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Isn’t three times enough for one night?”
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lec snorted. “Oh baby, I’m just gettin’ warmed up.” Blake stared in disbelief until at last Alec’s face cracked into a huge shit-eating grin. “Being honest? Christ, I’m fucked.” Alec shifted onto his back and let out a tired but happy sigh. “I’m not sure these legs will be able to carry me home, I’m so knackered.”
Blake stilled. He’d never had a night like it. He closed his eyes and replayed his night so far. Alec pressed up against the cold expanse of glass that was his floor-to-ceiling window, his hands bound together with rope which Blake held onto as he fucked him, hips pistoning as he pounded Alec to within an inch of his life. Alec crying out constantly. Alec’s howl as he came all over the window, his ass a vise around Blake’s cock. At least after that they finally made it to his bed, only to have Alec rim him until he was close to screaming. When Alec switched to his dick, Blake came almost instantly. There couldn’t be a single drop of come left in either of them. But in that last sentence, Alec brought an end to the wonderful sexual fantasy he’d brought about. Alec would be leaving—and Blake didn’t want to be alone. He wanted to spend his birthday night with a warm body in his arms. And speaking of warm bodies…
Still holding Alec’s hand, he rolled onto his side. He gazed down at the gorgeous escort. Alec’s eyes were closed, chest bathed in sweat, which gave his skin a pearly quality. Blake looked down at Alec’s body. He was lean, toned, not an inch of fat on him. Alec’s thighs were muscled but not overtly so: Blake shivered as he recalled the sensation of having those thighs tight around his waist as he plowed into Alec with tight thrusts. Alec’s cock lay limp against his thigh. Even soft, it was impressive. Hell, the whole package was impressive.
“Admiring the view?”
Alec regarded him, eyes dancing with amusement. Blake snapped back into the moment.
“Let’s face it, there’s plenty to admire.” Credit where credit was due, after all.
Alec smiled. “Why, thank you, kind sir. We aim to please.” He winked, but then glanced over at the clock beside the bed. “Hell, is that the time?” Blake knew it was approaching midnight. Alec sat up and stretched. “As much as I hate to say it, it’s—”
“Then don’t say it.” Alec’s brow creased. “Stay. Stay the night.” Blake watched Alec’s smile waver, his mouth opening and then closing. Blake plunged ahead. “I’ll okay it with Jenny, if that’s what’s worrying you. You’ll be paid for the whole night.”
Alec stiffened but then relaxed. “Do you usually ask guys to stay?” Alec spoke softly, his eyes warm in the lamplight. Their fingers were still interlaced.
Blake shook his head. “No, never. It’s just…I…I don’t want to be alone tonight.” His stomach felt tight as he waited for Alec’s reply. Alec regarded him, the moment seeming to stretch out interminably.
“Okay,” he said at last. Blake couldn’t account for the relief that one simple word brought him. And he knew he was grinning like a fucking village idiot, but he didn’t care. “Will it be all right if I leave fairly early? I have a big day tomorrow.” Blake nodded in agreement. “Well, in that case….” Alec’s eyes twinkled. “Can I take a shower?”
Blake chortled. “You are going to love my shower.”
All of a sudden Alec pulled him into a deep kiss which had him responding instantly. Their tongues battled, hands sliding over slick bodies, until finally Alec broke away, breathing heavily. He met Blake’s gaze, eyes twinkling.
“Only if you’re in it with me.”
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The sound of the alarm pierced the silence of his bedroom. Blake fumbled around until his fingers located the snooze button and he gave it a half-asleep thump. He lay there in the darkness, brain still addled by sleep. Groping across the sheet, he found the mattress cold and empty next to him. Puzzled, he searched for the switch to turn on the lamp. Blinking in the light, Blake stared, eyes heavy with sleep, at the space where Alec had lain only a few hours previously. On the pillow lay a single sheet of paper. Blake sat up, yawning and scrubbing a hand across his face, his fingers rasping loudly across his stubble as he picked up the sheet.
Blake, it’s 5.30 and I’ve got to go.
Thanks for sharing your birthday with me.
Next time you use J’s services? I’d be delighted to see you again.
Any time.
Alec.
Blake couldn’t help the small pang of regret that filled him. His night had been filled with Alec. As he stumbled into the bathroom and blearily flipped on the shower, he leaned against the cool tiles as the water heated up, his mind playing scenes of the previous night. Alec lathering him with bodywash and then rubbing himself sensually against Blake, the slip and slide of their bodies together an extremely erotic memory. Waking from a doze to find Alec spooned around him, his erection all too apparent. Alec with his hand around Blake’s throat as he took him from behind, slowly sliding into him, taking his time, until both men came with low, breathless cries. Blake shivered despite the warmth of the water. Fuck, the man is good at what he does.
By the time Blake opened Trinity’s main door at seven thirty, he was his usual self, cool and efficient, ready for the day. Methodically he dealt with the emails and sent memos to the team, before sitting back on the sofa to read through Will Parkinson’s application one more time. He made notes in the margin, reminders to himself of points he wanted Will to expand upon or clarify during the interview. He gave his watch a quick glance. Will’s interview was slotted for ten o’clock. Blake went to his desk and pressed the intercom. “Karen, can you get in here, please?”
Seconds later, Karen Candido appeared, clutching her notepad, and sat in the chair facing his desk, pen poised over paper. Blake sighed inwardly at the sight of the low-cut blouse, heavy make-up and excessive jewelry. Karen was the main receptionist, and the one remaining member of staff dating back to his father’s reign. Subtle hints about the office dress code seemed to have made little difference. If only it were just the way she looks, Blake thought. Karen had a reputation as a maneater, as every new male who entered the company found out to his cost. She was about as subtle as a blowtorch.
Blake launched into his requirements without preamble. “I’ll be interviewing for the PA position this morning, Karen, so when Will Parkinson arrives, make him a coffee and then let me know. I want him relaxed before I see him.” Blake hated interviews and therefore assumed everyone else did. He always did his best to make sure that applicants were put at ease. “Hold all calls during the interview, and send a memo round to the team. I don’t want any interruptions.”
“Yes, sir.” Karen scribbled quickly. “Will that be all?” Blake gave her a brisk nod and she got up and exited the room. Blake heaved a sigh of relief. At least she’d finally given up on batting her eyelashes at him and making not-so-subtle adjustments to her blouse. Any more of that, and he would read her the company line about non fraternization among staff. The fact that such a policy didn’t even exist wouldn’t slow him down for a second.
He flicked open a folder to read through the list of new contracts which were going out that week. It made for impressive reading. What was more astounding, however, was the success of the relatively new venture of MM books translated into European languages. Lizzie was in charge of the translation department, and Blake had given her a target of releasing four translations per month of their most popular MM titles. Lizzie, always an overachiever, had set about the task with her usual determination and zeal. Blake had to smile: last month, her department released eleven translations, and she was now informing Blake that she was advertising for more translators, proof readers and screeners.
The intercom buzzed. “Mr. Davis, Will Parkinson is here.” Game time. Blake stood and straightened his desk, and then gave his silk tie a last adjustment before opening the office door to walk along the corridor to Karen’s desk. As he rounded the corner, he caught sight of a tall, lean figure, his back to Blake as he studied the framed press articles which adorned the walls.
“Mr Parkinson? Would you like to—”
The man turned and Blake’s next words died in his throat. It was Alec.
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Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Will groaned inwardly at the sight of his hot as fuck client from the previous night, standing there openmouthed, eyes wide. Well, there goes this job. Of all the fucking worst luck….
Will composed himself. Better get it over with. He approached Blake, hand extended. “Mr Davis, thank you for the opportunity but I now find I have to withdraw my application for this position.” His hand hung there, waiting for Blake, who stared at it unseeing. Come on, Blake, get with it. He watched Blake visibly pull himself together. But still he didn’t take Will’s hand. This was getting embarrassing. Will pulled it back hastily. He tightened his hold on his briefcase.
“Mr. Parkinson, would you care to step into my office?” The look in Blake’s eyes told Will the man wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Add to that his set jaw. Will swallowed. “Karen, hold my calls, please.” Blake gestured with his arm in the direction he’d come from. “This way, please.” Blake stared at him fixedly and Will had no choice. He wasn’t about to embarrass the man. Nodding, he followed Blake along the corridor and into an office. Blake pushed the door shut and then stood there, eyes blazing.
“Did you know last night?” Blake blurted out. Will’s eyes widened. He thinks….Will noted Blake’s hands which were clenched tightly by his sides. Oh hell, Blake was angry. “Well, did you?”
“Of course not!” Will burst out, cheeks heating up.
“But you knew you were coming here to be interviewed today.”
Will thought furiously. “Hang on a minute, I assumed I was being interviewed for the position of PA to Justin Davis. He does run the company, doesn’t he?” Blake frowned. Will hadn’t got a clue what was going on. “All I knew of last night was that I was hired by a guy called Blake. No last name, certainly nothing to connect you to Trinity Publishing. And the pack that came with the application form had lots of information about Justin Davis—bio, company history, press releases…” He racked his brains. Had there been any mention of a Blake Davis? One look at Blake’s face, however, told him the man was calming down.