A Taste of You: A MM Short Story
Chapter One
Jameson
“Do you think it’s overkill? It might be overkill.”
Meow.
“You’re no help.” I scratch Katy Purry’s ears. “What good are you?”
I sigh. It’s come down to me trying to get a pep talk from my cat before a date.
Grabbing the lint roller, I give my royal-blue suit a good once-over. I don’t want to show up with orange fur all over me.
I adjust the buttons of my suit, looking in the mirror. My black hair is perfectly gelled to within an inch of its life in a faux-mohawk style. My makeup is spotless. A winged eyeliner and light gloss to finish off the look. With a simple black choker, I look sexy as fuck.
If I do say so myself.
With no shirt underneath the suit, it leaves a deep V exposed on my chest.
Hopefully it will drive Gunnar crazy.
God, just thinking about him is making me hard. He was an easy person to swipe right on.
A sexy jaw that could cut glass. Dirty blond hair. Deep brown eyes. They saw right through me.
After a few days of going back and forth, I thankfully was able to have the night off to meet him.
At San Diego’s newest sushi restaurant.
One spritz of cologne later, I’m ready to meet my Prince Charming.
“Okay, Katy Purry. If you see me again tonight, Daddy will be very sad.” I give her another scratch as her head burrows into my hand. “I’ve left you food and water and I will see you tomorrow.”
She gives me a purr before hopping off my dresser and strutting out toward the living room like the diva she is.
My beachside bungalow is small. I wanted something close to the beach. If I’m not working at the children’s hospital, I’m swimming in the ocean. It’s the whole reason I moved to SoCal from my small midwestern town.
When I found this place, I had to have it. Everything in my house is immaculate and bold.
Like me.
Ever since I came out, I’ve wanted my personality to shine. Bold pinks and blues in the living room. Greens and yellows in the kitchen. Boudoir photos I had taken of myself grace the walls.
I love my body and have no issue showing off how fabulous it is.
Grabbing my car keys, I head out into the late evening to meet Gunnar. Usually before a date, I’m nervous.
But this time? This time I’m excited. Sure, Gunnar’s eyes drew me in, but his personality had me hooked.
An investment banker isn’t my usual type, but maybe that means things will work out.
I want something serious, and lately, everyone I meet is down for a quick hookup and that’s it.
I want to be a spoiled man. Sue me.
Someone to settle down with.
Someone to welcome me home after a long shift.
Someone to hold me every night as we go to sleep after bringing each other to mutual orgasms.
I’m not asking much.
Green Sake is in one of the more popular areas of downtown. Finding an empty parking spot, I park and take a final look in my rearview mirror.
If Gunnar doesn’t want me, it’s his loss.
“Wow,” I whisper, taking in the restaurant.
Stepping into this place is like stepping into a whole other world. It’s dark. Candles flicker on the tables. Large, oversized booths line the wall with plenty of room between each for privacy. A bar, lit up from below with green lights, hosts chefs and bartenders who serve sushi and drinks to patrons. Metal artwork graces the walls.
A few couples are seated at tables scattered around the rest of the space, but it’s not too crowded.
Good.
“Hi. Welcome to Green Sake. Can I help you?” A woman dressed in all black greets me.
“Hi there. Reservation under Gunnar Benson.”
She gives me a warm smile. “Wonderful. Your other guest is already here. Let me show you the way.”
My excitement grows as we pass each booth. Turning toward the back of the restaurant, there’s one singular booth back here. Blink and you miss it. Perfectly tucked away for privacy.
Perfect.
“Here you are.” She waves a hand out in front of me.
“Thank you.”
I approach the table, and Gunnar is there. Oh Lord. Confidence oozes from him. He’s casual, leaning against the back of the booth. A glass of something clear is in his hand, which is covered with rings.
He stands, scooting out of the booth with more grace than one should have. Gunnar is a few inches taller than I am.
He’s dressed in a deep black velvet suit, the top two buttons of the black shirt underneath undone. It hints at the chest hair beneath. His hair is effortlessly styled to the side.
And don’t even get me started on the stubble on his jaw. I want to feel it on my balls.
He extends a hand toward me. “Jameson.”
Oh, holy shit.
The way he says my name is like a shot of whiskey straight to my blood. It sends shivers racking my body. The light grumble is delicious.
“That’s me, honey.”
I take his proffered hand and lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His stubble scratches mine as I take a deep breath.
I can’t place the spicy scent, but damn do I want to roll around in it in his sheets. Preferably with him.
Gunnar sweeps his hand to the side and I slide into the booth, watching as he sits next to me.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Gunnar asks.
Dropping my elbow on the table, I lean toward him. It’s dark back here, but the candlelight glitters in his eyes.
“Besides you?”
A smile flirts on his lips. “Aren’t you cute?”
“I try.” I shoot him a saucy wink.
“Welcome to Green Sake. May I offer you something to drink?” A server appears at the end of the table.
“I’ll have a dirty martini, extra dirty.”
“I’ll have another.” Gunnar holds up his glass.
“Be right back.”
“So, Jameson.”
“Gunnar.”
“This is quite the outfit you decided to wear tonight.”
Gunnar drags a finger down the lapel of my jacket. The slight touch has my dick getting hard.
“You like? I always dress to impress.”
“I would not be here if you were not an impressive man, Jameson.”
I lean closer to him. “I’m surprised I got your attention.”
Gunnar’s heated stare rakes over me. I feel it everywhere. When his eyes meet mine again, there’s a fierce look on his face. I have a feeling he doesn’t smile much. His words do the talking.
“How would you not get my attention? You are stunning, Jameson.”
“Stunning, you say?” I raise a perfectly manicured brow at him.
Drinks are dropped off and Gunnar places our order.
“We’ll take the maki platter.”
“Anything else?”
“That’s all. We’ll enjoy our privacy once our meal is delivered.”
“My pleasure.” She taps our order into a tablet and takes her leave.
“You want privacy?” I ask him.
“I would like to get to know you in private. Is that all right?”
“Then let’s get back to your comment from before. I believe you said stunning?”
I sip on my martini, eyeing him over the rim of my glass.
“You know how sexy you are.” Gunnar hooks a finger in the button of my jacket and pulls me closer toward him. From here, I can see just how dark his eyes are. Black rims the brown.
My leg finds his under the table. I drag my toe over his calf and watch his reaction.
“What can I say? I try.” I shrug a shoulder, sipping on my martini as I look away.
“Jameson.” There’s that growl again. Like he wants to throw me down and have his way with me.
Yes, please.
“Yes?”
“Would you like to know what I have planned for you tonight?”
“Tell me,” I flirt with him.
Gunnar makes it easy. He’s stirring up feelings in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. Sure, I’ve had crushes before, but being under this man’s hard stare makes me feel alive.
Gunnar leans closer, and his lips are a breath from mine. I smell tequila on them and want to drink it from him.
“From the minute you walked in, I knew I would be taking you home with me. I want to eat this sushi that everyone says is orgasmic. I want to get to know you, and when we’re done, I want to peel you out of this suit and fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
“Urgh.” I lean into him, dropping my forehead to his. “I want every bit of that. Especially the fucking part.”
“Good.” Gunnar presses his mouth against the corner of mine before going back to his drink. “Now, be a good boy and tell me about yourself.”
Good boy.
Oh Lord, save me. I won’t make it through this evening with him.
“What else do you want to know that I haven’t told you?”
“Tell me about your job.” Gunnar drops his arm along the back of the booth and leans into me.
Everything about him is intoxicating. Forget my martini; I’m drunk off him alone.
“I love it. I know nursing isn’t for everyone, but I love taking care of my patients.”
“What made you want to go into it in the first place?”
“I did a career day in high school and shadowed a nurse. I fell in love with the profession and decided to make a career out of it.”
“A noble profession.”
I sip my drink. This will be the only one I have. I want to remember every single moment about tonight.
“And what made you want to become an investment banker?”
“I like money.”
“Seriously?” I ask him.
“Seriously.” Gunnar sets his drink down and runs his finger around the rim. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Not at all.”
“It lets me afford the pleasures of life that I enjoy.”
“Such as?” I ask, leaning closer to him.
“Such as traveling. Fancy restaurants like this. Suits.”
“Mmm, yes.” I drag a single finger along the fabric of his suit, and it’s soft. Supple. “You do wear this suit well.”
Gunnar grasps my chin and pulls my attention to his. Not that he didn’t have it before. He commands it.
“It’ll look even better with yours on the floor next to it.”
Our waiter appears, setting a large platter of sushi in front of us. “Please enjoy.”
She is gone just as fast as she appeared. All different kinds of sushi are spread out before us, and it smells delicious.
“This looks incredible.” I breathe it all in before I grab my chopsticks and take a small sampling of everything.
“About as incredible as you,” I hear Gunnar whisper.
“Try it.” I grab a piece, drag it through the soy sauce and hold it up to Gunnar. I watch as he licks his lips before pulling the piece into his mouth.
His eyes don’t leave mine. I watch how elegant his throat is as he chews and swallows.
“How good is it?” My voice is husky. Being in Gunnar’s bubble is clouding my brain with lust.
“Try it yourself.” Gunnar grabs the chopsticks from my hands, and I watch as he picks up a piece and holds it out to me. “Eat.”
It shouldn’t be so hot, watching Gunnar hold out the sushi piece for me, but it is. Wrapping my lips around the chopsticks, I slide the tangy piece of sushi into my mouth.
“Oh, darling. Mmm.”
I can’t hide the moan as the flavors explode on my tongue.
“Do you know how sexy you look right now?” Gunnar whispers against my ear. He nips at my earlobe.
“I know now why they say this place is orgasmic.”
“Why’s that?” Gunnar rubs his cheek against mine.
“Because I’m hard as stone.”
“You’re driving me crazy, Jameson.”
Taking his hand, I drag it toward my thigh, resting it in the V of my groin. “Want to feel how hard?”
Jameson moves his hand over, where my tight pants are doing nothing to hide my reaction to him.
“Jameson. I want a taste of you.”
“Darling.” I link my hands behind Gunnar’s neck and suck on his bottom lip as his grip tightens over my dick. “You can have every last drop of me you want.”
“Good. Then let’s eat our dinner and get out of here.”
Chapter Two
Gunnar
Dinner was an exercise in patience. Watching my date for the evening eat his way through the platter of sushi was going to be the end of me.
Every time he wrapped those lush lips of his around his chopsticks, I imagined it was my dick. With the suggestive way his eyes kept raking over me, how could I not?
Now, I’m watching as he struts toward me in my driveway. Jameson didn’t hesitate to accept my offer of coming home with me, and we already had a discussion about protection and PrEP.
Because if I wasn’t already prepared, I would have lost my mind not having Jameson tonight.
“This is quite the house you have here.”
“Thank you.”
The adobe, two-story structure is part of a new development in the area. Set on a hill, the back is all floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the ocean.
My own piece of solitude.
“Please, come in.”
I hold open the front door, and Jameson brushes by me in a whirl of sex and cologne. God, I can’t wait to sink my claws into him.
And my cock.
It was all I could imagine during dinner. The way this man would take me in that pert little ass of his.
Fuck. Me.
Jameson spins around in my living room. Two leather couches face a marble fireplace. There’s no TV in here. No pictures. No knickknacks of any kind.
It makes the striking man in front of me look out of place. Such a clash to my minimalist lifestyle.
“Would you like a drink?”
Jameson shakes his head. “No.”
“No?” I head to the bar that sits along one wall between the living room and kitchen and pour myself a healthy swig of tequila—my drink of choice.
Jameson presses against me from behind as I sip on the burning liquid.
“No. I don’t want to forget a single moment from tonight.”
“Only tonight?” I turn, resting my ass against the wood of the bar.
“I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.” Jameson walks his fingers up my chest, and it sends liquid heat blazing through me. I do nothing to hide the growing problem in my suit pants.
“Baby,” I purr, “make yourself at home.”
I hook a finger into his jacket and flick the button open, exposing his abs. There’s no defined six-pack, but he is still drool-worthy.
Jameson isn’t my usual type. But after another man hightailed it out of my life because I was too self-absorbed and focused on work, I decided to take a chance.
I figured it would be a night of uninhibited fun. A one-night stand at most.
Two minutes in his world? I want more. All he’ll give me.
“Take it off.”
“Does this growly daddy vibe work on people?”
I only quirk a brow at him, unbuttoning my own jacket and dropping into my black, wingback leather chair that flanks the bar. Resting my ankle on my opposite knee, I swirl my drink as I keep my gaze fixed on the man in front of me.
Jameson shrugs out of the royal-blue suit coat he’s wearing and tosses it at me.
He’s slim, shoulders giving way to a narrow, tapered waist with pants that sit low on slender hips.
“I guess it does,” I tell him. “Come.”
Jameson does as ordered, with a sensual sway of his hips. Taking one last sip of my drink, I set it on the table next to me and rest my hands on Jameson’s hips.
“Good boy.”
His dick is tenting his pants as I nuzzle it, pressing open-mouth kisses over the fabric.
“Gunnar,” he moans, head dropping back in pleasure. “Oh, darling.”
Fingers rake through my hair, fisting the short hairs there. He tries to command me, tell me what to do, but I ignore him.
Tonight, I am the one in control.
“Take your cock out.” It’s a growl. I want to see every inch of skin on Jameson. Lick it. Kiss it. Memorize it. And then do it all over again.
“Are you always this demanding?” It comes out as more of a whine.
“Yes. I want what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
“You.”
Fire is blazing through me at the nearness of Jameson. I’ve never felt so needy in my god damn life, but right now, all I want is to see him naked before me.
Jameson pops open the button of his pants before toeing out of his shoes. Shimmying out of his pants, Jameson turns and…fuck me.
The black, satin thong he is wearing cups his cock perfectly.
“Like what you see?” He turns, shaking his ass at me.
Standing, I pull his back against my front and grind my own cock into his crack. “Fuck, you know I do.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Whatever I want.” Cupping the thick erection, I rub the heel of my hand over the steel pipe that is hidden by the soft material.
“Gunnar. Darling.”
I nibble on Jameson’s neck. “I like the way you say my name.”
“If only it would get your cock in my ass.”
“Oh, baby. Just you wait.” Stepping back, I swat at his ass and point down the hall. “My room. Last door on the right. I want you on your back.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jameson sends a wink over my shoulder and prances down the hallway. Reaching for my drink, I swig down the rest of it. The chilled, fiery liquid helps to cool the lust that is threatening to overtake me.
I want this night to last as long as possible.
Taking my time, I slip out of my suit jacket and lay it over the back of the couch. It can be dealt with later.
The glow of the lights from my room is a beacon, pulling me in. Like a lighthouse guiding sailors to safety.
Although I’m not sure how safe the man in my room is. Only a few hours with him, and I’m doing things I never thought I’d be doing.
As I step into my room, Jameson is a sight to behold. It’s as if he is decorating the almost bare space.
Even compared to my minimalist living room, my bedroom is practically empty. There’s nothing but the king-size bed in here that takes up the space. A dark gray duvet covers the bed, with two wood nightstands on either side. Each holds a matching lamp. Nothing graces the walls.
What else would I need when I only sleep and fuck in here?
The light casts long, glittering shadows over him. In only that scrappy piece of material, he looks sinful.
“Are you just going to stand there staring at me all night?”
Jameson rests his arm behind his head, giving me a wicked gaze.
Stalking closer to him, I rest one knee on the bed and trail a finger up his bare calf.
“I’m trying to decide…” I trail off, now crawling over him.
“Decide what?”
Glancing up his lithe body, my gaze snaps to his. “What I’m going to do with you.”
“What are you deciding between? Can I help?” he purrs, squirming.
“Hmm.” I press a trail of wet kisses up his slender leg. “I don’t know.”
As I get to the apex of his thighs, I nibble on the tender skin there. My nose brushes over the now-wet material of his thong as I ignore it and do the same to his other side.
“I can think of several things I want you to do to me,” Jameson moans.
“Like what?” I rock back onto my heels and take the man in.
“Like suck my cock.”
Jameson looks so out of place in my bed. This striking, gorgeous man shouldn’t fit with me and my structured, orderly life. But right now, I don’t care.
Not as I slip a finger into the waistband of his thong and yank it off him. His dick slaps back onto his stomach, leaving a trail of precum there. It shouldn’t surprise me that he is completely bare.
“You are quite the sight, baby.”
“I like it when you call me that.” Jameson’s eyes are hooded with lust.
Leaning over him, I press a quick kiss to his lips. “Only for you.”
Getting the supplies I need from the nightstand, I drop them onto the bed before stripping out of my own clothes and settling between his legs.
“Like you aren’t a sexy beast yourself. God, I want to ride your dick.”
I smile down at him as I take his cock in hand, giving it a gentle stroke. “There will be plenty of time for that.”
Jameson’s dick is the perfect size–long and thin. Smiling up at him, I swirl my tongue around the head and listen as his moans hit my ears. I shove his thighs up, giving myself better access to play with his balls.
The salty taste of him has my own dick aching with need. Jameson’s hand slides into my hair, and the slightest bit of pain has me grinding down onto the bed.
I don’t know if I’m going to last long with Jameson in my bed, but there is no way I’m coming until he does. Even the thought of him wrung out has me sliding off him with a wet pop. I give the base a good squeeze before I grab the lube.
“About damn time.”
Jameson’s face is flushed as I coat my fingers. I take his cock to the back of my mouth, again, as I push one finger inside his tight hole.
“Fuck!” he shouts. “Oh, fuck, that feels amazing!”
I smile as I bob over his erection and thrust one, then two, fingers inside him. I attack his cock and hole with a frenzy I’ve never felt before. Every arch of his hips as he thrusts into my mouth has me opening wider for him.
I want to drink down every last drop of his release, but not before I’m coming inside him. Even the thought of seeing my cum inside of Jameson, marking him as mine, has me needing to pull back.
We’re not there yet. Not even close. But now that the thought is there, it’s all I want.
“Are you ready, baby?” I lick his dripping tip as I grab the condom from the bed.
“God, yes.” Jameson rolls onto his stomach and pushes his ass into the air. “Fuck me, Gunnar. I want to feel you for the next week.”
Slapping his ass for good measure, I roll the condom down my hard length and drag it through his crack.
“Such a greedy bottom.”
“Only because I want that cock of yours in my ass.”
Squeezing the globes of his ass, I line myself up and push inside in one long thrust.
“Urgh.” Jameson’s voice is muffled by the pillows.
“Fuck me, J.” The nickname slips out. “You feel fucking incredible. God, the way you’re choking my cock.”
I glide my hands up his sides and rest my forehead between his shoulder blades. Sweat sticks to him as I start to move. I’m not gentle or slow.
My moves are hard. Taking everything Jameson is giving back to me.
“Yes! Harder!” Jameson chants.
Sitting up, I pull out and flip Jameson onto his back and hoist one leg over my shoulder for better access. Hitting him deeper every time.
“Look at you. The way you’re taking my cock.”
Watching his tight little ass suck me in has my balls drawing up even tighter. But there is no way in the world I am coming before he does. I don’t want to be blissed out before seeing his face as he comes.
“So good, Gunnar. I’m so close.”
Jameson starts jacking himself, but I swat his hand away.
“That’s my job.” He’s still wet from my earlier blow job, and with each pull, more cum leaks out. “Are you ready to come for me?” I ask, leaning over his body. His knee is up to his ear as he presses up to kiss me. Our tongues tangle as my moves become needier. Hungrier.
I am so close to exploding, but I won’t until Jameson comes. Tonight is for him and his pleasure.
“Gunnar!” He comes, spurting rope after rope of cum over his stomach. Watching the pleasure twist his face takes me with him.
“Fuck.” I don’t stop pumping my hips as my own release hits me. White hot pleasure blasts through me as he continues squeezing every last drop of ecstasy out of me.
I collapse on top of Jameson in a mess of sweat and cum. My chest is heaving as he wraps his arms around me. I’ve never felt so sated in my life.
“That was fucking perfect,” Jameson whispers, dragging his fingers up and down the notches in my spine.
I smile against his chest. “Then get ready for round two, baby, because there is plenty more where that came from.”
Chapter Three
Jameson
“You know today is our three-month anniversary, darling.”
Gunnar presses his lips to my temple, surrounding me in his warmth. “I know, baby. Did you think I forgot?”
“You’ve been so wrapped up in work this week, I was wondering if you would.”
Gunnar drops the picnic basket onto the sand as I unfurl the checked beach blanket for our movie night.
The stretch of beach is filled with couples settling in for the movie on the beach. Even though it’s Gunnar’s choice—a scary movie that I’ve never heard of—I never pass up the chance to spend time with him.
“Acquisitions are a painful process. I was hoping this would have been finished two weeks ago.”
“I hope it wraps up soon. I hate seeing you so stressed.”
Reaching up to grab his hand, I pull him down onto the blanket next to me. It’s the perfect late winter afternoon, and we’re taking full advantage.
With the higher than normal temps, I put on my favorite mesh tank and leather jacket with jean shorts to wear to the beach. Gunnar, as always, is in a simple white T-shirt, light blue shorts, and boat shoes.
The two of us couldn’t be more different if we tried.
“The only thing that de-stresses me is knowing I come home to you.”
I drag my finger down his nose, watching as his eyes close as he settles onto the blanket. “I like being there for you.”
And I do.
These last three months with Gunnar have gone by in a whirlwind. Every spare moment I have, I spend with him. Fancy dinners. Walks on the beach. Spending time at my bungalow, tucked away from the world.
I don’t think there is anything sexier than watching Gunnar bond with Katy Purry. That cat loves him more than she loves me.
Not that I can blame her.
Because I fell for Gunnar. Hard and fast.
He has become everything to me. I love him more than I ever thought possible. If only I could muster the courage to tell him that. Every time I gather the nerve to confess how I’m feeling, I chicken out. I don’t know why.
“You okay, baby?” Gunnar’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Already thinking of getting you home tonight.” I shake off my serious mood and shoot him a wink. “Now, what do you want to snack on?”
“Besides you?” Gunnar sits next to me and nips at my ear.
“Stop.” I shove him to the side and pull out everything that I packed for our outing today.
A small bowl of fruit. Meats and cheeses. A baguette to make sandwiches if we choose.
And the thought of snuggling up with Gunnar during the scary parts of the movie?
All of it makes for the perfect night.
“Do you want me to grab us some wine?” Gunnar asks.
There’s a short line at the concession stand before the movie starts.
“Sure. Rosé, please.”
“You got it, baby.” Gunnar gives me a quick peck on the cheek before popping up and heading in that direction.
I make no secret of ogling Gunnar as he heads toward the concession stand. His ass could have been sculpted from marble. I don’t know how I got so lucky to find Gunnar.
Reaching into the basket to grab the knife for the bread, I find his wallet.
Grabbing it, I follow the same path he just took, weaving between couples that are setting up their own spreads.
There’s a few other people around Gunnar. But before I can hand him his wallet, I’m stopped short at the words I hear one of them speaking to him.
“That’s the guy you’re seeing?”
I have no idea who the two men are that are standing around Gunnar, but I listen, holding my breath.
“And?”
“You realize you can’t bring him to work functions, right?”
I dip behind another couple that has made their way over and do my best to eavesdrop on the conversation. Are these people that Gunnar works with? Based on their attire of polo shirts with popped collars and khaki shorts, I would say yes.
They look like the banker, frat-boy type.
“He’s too much. No one would approve,” the other guy says to Gunnar.
I swallow back a swell of emotion that threatens to overtake me. Is this how Gunnar sees me? In all the time we’ve been dating, I haven’t gone out with him once to a work event. He’s met Sutton and her new boyfriend several times. I have no qualms about bringing him around my friends. I don’t tone myself down for anyone.
Is he…embarrassed to be seen with me?
Taking a step back, I need to breathe. To not be around this conversation. Oh God. This can’t really be what Gunnar thinks.
Panic threatens to take hold as I bump into a woman behind me.
“Excuse you!” she chirps loudly, drawing heads in our direction.
That’s when Gunnar’s eyes lock on mine. Mumbling an apology to the older woman, I run off.
There’s no way I want to have this conversation with Gunnar with his friends nearby.
I stumble through the sand and make a beeline for the trees. But his voice doesn’t let me get that far.
“Stop.”
I do so immediately. I hate how much power I’ve given him. How he wields it against me. Normally I wouldn’t mind. But not right now.
“Why? So you can tell me I’m too much for you?”
“You overheard one part of a conversation, Jameson. Would you like for me to explain it to you?”
His warmth envelops me from behind. Tears clog my throat. I hate that I’m reacting like this, but I can’t help it. I love Gunnar, and if he thinks I’m too much for him, I’ll crumble.
I nod.
Grasping my bicep, Gunnar pulls me away from a group of people so we have more privacy.
“Those two are work colleagues.”
“Is there a reason I haven’t met them?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“Yes.” Gunnar’s voice is firm. His dark eyes are churning with anger. Annoyance—but at whom? “They are bigoted assholes, and I don’t want them anywhere near you. You are too pure and beautiful for them.”
“I am?”
A stray tear escapes my eye, and Gunnar reaches up to brush it away. His hand stays on my cheek, caressing my bottom lip.
“You, Jameson, are the most wonderful thing in my life. I cannot stand to be around them for longer than I have to. I would rather spend my time with you doing the things we enjoy together than having to suffer through those comments.”
“So I’m not too much for you?” I wave a hand down my front. “Because I know I can be a lot—”
Gunnar cuts me off with a searing kiss. The force of it nearly knocks me off my feet. I fist my hands in his shirt as I hold him to me. With each stroke of his tongue against mine, every worrying thought is pushed out of my head.
“You are perfect just the way you are, baby. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” Gunnar drops his forehead to mine. “I love you.”
“You do?” My voice shakes.
He nods. “How could I not? You are everything I’m not. I keep waiting for you to realize you’re too good for me and—”
“No.” I cut him off, slapping my hand over his mouth. “You are the calm to my chaos, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I feel his smile against my hand.
“And you, baby,” Gunnar tells me, “brighten my life. I want you. All of you.”
Linking my fingers behind Gunnar’s neck, I pull him in for a mind-altering kiss. I should be used to kisses like this by now, but this one settles everything inside me.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
“I love you, baby.” Gunnar gives me one last kiss before taking my hand in his. “Now, what do you say we get back to this movie so I can show you what you’re missing?”
I roll my eyes at this hunk of a man I love. “Okay. But only if you promise to make it better tonight when we get home.”
Gunnar pulls me close, dipping his lips to my ear. “Baby, I will fuck every scary thought away tonight. I promise.”
And it’s a promise he indeed keeps.
Chapter Four
Gunnar
Six Months Later
Kicking the door shut with my leg, I drop the box of donuts on the counter and give Katy Purry a scratch behind the ears at her greeting.
If you had asked me a year ago if this would be my life, I wouldn’t have believed you. Going for donuts on a Saturday morning because Jameson’s friends’ kids will be coming over in a few hours for us to babysit, and being welcomed home by a cat that has more personality than Jameson? It’s still hard to believe some days.
“You think your dad will say yes?” I ask the orange ball of fur as she investigates the pink box on the counter.
She answers with a purr before going off in search of her own breakfast, no doubt.
Before Jameson moved in, my weekends were spent with a quick cup of coffee before tackling whatever work was left over from the previous week.
Now the man in question that has wormed himself inside my heart and soul is sitting outside in a caftan that drives me wild. One that’s full of color, just like him.
Grabbing my own cup of coffee, I toe off my tennis shoes and head out to the lounger that Jameson has draped himself across.
God, he looks fucking radiant as he sips on his coffee.
I never knew I needed someone like Jameson. Before he came into my life, it was dull. Boring. A slate of gray if you will. As Jameson has oh so kindly pointed out.
Now that he moved in with me, my house is a home. Brightly colored throw pillows sit on new, soft-gray couches. Photos of the two of us together take up every available inch of space. Mementos from our dates and trips sit on the shelves.
A white-and-black geometric print rug pulls everything together.
Those boudoir photos of Jameson? Those are only for me. In our bedroom.
Hell, we even have a guest room with space for people to stay when visiting.
I never imagined myself being this person, but my life is infinitely better because of Jameson.
And I hope it will get even better after this morning.
“What are you staring at?” Jameson sets his coffee down on the glass table and reaches for me.
“You. You know this thing drives me wild.” I finger the soft material as I lie across his legs, pressing a kiss onto the hint of his stomach that is exposed.
“Mmm. Precisely why I wear it, darling.”
I nip at the skin there before rocking back onto my heels. “Breakfast is inside if you want some.”
“If you wanted something sweet, you could’ve just asked. I’m right here.” Jameson flutters his lashes at me.
“Sweet? Baby, nothing that comes out of your mouth is sweet. You are pure sin.”
“It’s a good thing you don’t mind it.”
“You know I love everything you do.” I take his hand in mine and give it a kiss, rubbing my finger over his bare ring finger.
“I know. Not as much as I love you though.”
I smile down at the man spread out below me. Jameson has woven himself into my life. He wasn’t supposed to be more than a fling—a change of pace. But he is my forever. He settled all the pieces inside of me that I thought didn’t need anyone.
I supposed I was only waiting for him.
The sounds of waves crashing against the beach are quiet this high up. The sun is only now starting to peek out from the front of the house. For an early summer morning, it’s cool. The perfect day. The kind that we’ll both remember for years to come.
“Marry me,” I blurt out.
“What?” Jameson gasps, sitting up.
“Marry me, baby.”
“Where is this coming from?”
“Don’t you know?” I tuck a stray lock of Jameson’s dark hair off his forehead. His face is bare of any makeup. “I love you, J. I am in love with you. Madly.”
“And you want to marry me?”
“That’s what I thought I was trying to ask.”
Jameson smirks at me. “You’re telling more than asking, darling.”
“Semantics.” I roll my eyes at him.
“Not semantics, Gunnar. I want a man to get down on one knee and propose with—”
“A titanium ring inlaid with diamonds?” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the ring, revealing the exact one Jameson once told me he wanted.
I doubt he thinks I’d remember this because it was a passing comment one night while we were watching a movie.
“But, how?” He looks up at me in shock.
“I remember everything you tell me. Everything. You matter, Jameson. ”
“You’re still not down on one knee.”
I look down to where I’m on my knees between his. “Only for you, Jameson.”
Standing, I pull Jameson off the lounger and drop to one knee in front of him. His robe has parted slightly, revealing the risqué underwear he’s wearing.
It’s not the best way to propose, considering Jameson’s morning wood could poke my eye out, but what he wants, he gets.
Down on one knee it is.
“Are you really proposing to me when I’m practically naked?”
“You were the one who said he wanted me down on one knee.”
He rolls his eyes at me, but it’s done with love. “Far be it from me to interrupt your plan.”
“Jameson.” I grab his hand and place another kiss there. “You came into my life at exactly the right moment, and I could not be happier than with you in it. You brought color and vibrancy into my world. There isn’t a part of you that hasn’t changed me for the better, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you the same kind of love you give me every day.”
A lone tear slips out of his eye as his smile grows wider and wider.
“Will you marry me, Jameson?” I hold the ring up, and he clasps his hand around mine to further inspect it.
“Oh, darling. You know I cannot say no to you.” Throwing himself at me, we fall to the patio in a swirl of kisses and silk. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
“You could’ve asked if you were so impatient.” I clasp his cheeks and pull back. Happiness lights up his face, mirroring my own.
“And ruin this incredible plan of yours? I don’t think so.”
I smile, bringing him in for another kiss.
Long. Slow. Tantalizing.
“There was no plan, baby. I just want you to be mine.”
“Always, Gunnar. I am yours. Forever.”
“Forever.”
THE END
Jameson
“Do you think it’s overkill? It might be overkill.”
Meow.
“You’re no help.” I scratch Katy Purry’s ears. “What good are you?”
I sigh. It’s come down to me trying to get a pep talk from my cat before a date.
Grabbing the lint roller, I give my royal-blue suit a good once-over. I don’t want to show up with orange fur all over me.
I adjust the buttons of my suit, looking in the mirror. My black hair is perfectly gelled to within an inch of its life in a faux-mohawk style. My makeup is spotless. A winged eyeliner and light gloss to finish off the look. With a simple black choker, I look sexy as fuck.
If I do say so myself.
With no shirt underneath the suit, it leaves a deep V exposed on my chest.
Hopefully it will drive Gunnar crazy.
God, just thinking about him is making me hard. He was an easy person to swipe right on.
A sexy jaw that could cut glass. Dirty blond hair. Deep brown eyes. They saw right through me.
After a few days of going back and forth, I thankfully was able to have the night off to meet him.
At San Diego’s newest sushi restaurant.
One spritz of cologne later, I’m ready to meet my Prince Charming.
“Okay, Katy Purry. If you see me again tonight, Daddy will be very sad.” I give her another scratch as her head burrows into my hand. “I’ve left you food and water and I will see you tomorrow.”
She gives me a purr before hopping off my dresser and strutting out toward the living room like the diva she is.
My beachside bungalow is small. I wanted something close to the beach. If I’m not working at the children’s hospital, I’m swimming in the ocean. It’s the whole reason I moved to SoCal from my small midwestern town.
When I found this place, I had to have it. Everything in my house is immaculate and bold.
Like me.
Ever since I came out, I’ve wanted my personality to shine. Bold pinks and blues in the living room. Greens and yellows in the kitchen. Boudoir photos I had taken of myself grace the walls.
I love my body and have no issue showing off how fabulous it is.
Grabbing my car keys, I head out into the late evening to meet Gunnar. Usually before a date, I’m nervous.
But this time? This time I’m excited. Sure, Gunnar’s eyes drew me in, but his personality had me hooked.
An investment banker isn’t my usual type, but maybe that means things will work out.
I want something serious, and lately, everyone I meet is down for a quick hookup and that’s it.
I want to be a spoiled man. Sue me.
Someone to settle down with.
Someone to welcome me home after a long shift.
Someone to hold me every night as we go to sleep after bringing each other to mutual orgasms.
I’m not asking much.
Green Sake is in one of the more popular areas of downtown. Finding an empty parking spot, I park and take a final look in my rearview mirror.
If Gunnar doesn’t want me, it’s his loss.
“Wow,” I whisper, taking in the restaurant.
Stepping into this place is like stepping into a whole other world. It’s dark. Candles flicker on the tables. Large, oversized booths line the wall with plenty of room between each for privacy. A bar, lit up from below with green lights, hosts chefs and bartenders who serve sushi and drinks to patrons. Metal artwork graces the walls.
A few couples are seated at tables scattered around the rest of the space, but it’s not too crowded.
Good.
“Hi. Welcome to Green Sake. Can I help you?” A woman dressed in all black greets me.
“Hi there. Reservation under Gunnar Benson.”
She gives me a warm smile. “Wonderful. Your other guest is already here. Let me show you the way.”
My excitement grows as we pass each booth. Turning toward the back of the restaurant, there’s one singular booth back here. Blink and you miss it. Perfectly tucked away for privacy.
Perfect.
“Here you are.” She waves a hand out in front of me.
“Thank you.”
I approach the table, and Gunnar is there. Oh Lord. Confidence oozes from him. He’s casual, leaning against the back of the booth. A glass of something clear is in his hand, which is covered with rings.
He stands, scooting out of the booth with more grace than one should have. Gunnar is a few inches taller than I am.
He’s dressed in a deep black velvet suit, the top two buttons of the black shirt underneath undone. It hints at the chest hair beneath. His hair is effortlessly styled to the side.
And don’t even get me started on the stubble on his jaw. I want to feel it on my balls.
He extends a hand toward me. “Jameson.”
Oh, holy shit.
The way he says my name is like a shot of whiskey straight to my blood. It sends shivers racking my body. The light grumble is delicious.
“That’s me, honey.”
I take his proffered hand and lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His stubble scratches mine as I take a deep breath.
I can’t place the spicy scent, but damn do I want to roll around in it in his sheets. Preferably with him.
Gunnar sweeps his hand to the side and I slide into the booth, watching as he sits next to me.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Gunnar asks.
Dropping my elbow on the table, I lean toward him. It’s dark back here, but the candlelight glitters in his eyes.
“Besides you?”
A smile flirts on his lips. “Aren’t you cute?”
“I try.” I shoot him a saucy wink.
“Welcome to Green Sake. May I offer you something to drink?” A server appears at the end of the table.
“I’ll have a dirty martini, extra dirty.”
“I’ll have another.” Gunnar holds up his glass.
“Be right back.”
“So, Jameson.”
“Gunnar.”
“This is quite the outfit you decided to wear tonight.”
Gunnar drags a finger down the lapel of my jacket. The slight touch has my dick getting hard.
“You like? I always dress to impress.”
“I would not be here if you were not an impressive man, Jameson.”
I lean closer to him. “I’m surprised I got your attention.”
Gunnar’s heated stare rakes over me. I feel it everywhere. When his eyes meet mine again, there’s a fierce look on his face. I have a feeling he doesn’t smile much. His words do the talking.
“How would you not get my attention? You are stunning, Jameson.”
“Stunning, you say?” I raise a perfectly manicured brow at him.
Drinks are dropped off and Gunnar places our order.
“We’ll take the maki platter.”
“Anything else?”
“That’s all. We’ll enjoy our privacy once our meal is delivered.”
“My pleasure.” She taps our order into a tablet and takes her leave.
“You want privacy?” I ask him.
“I would like to get to know you in private. Is that all right?”
“Then let’s get back to your comment from before. I believe you said stunning?”
I sip on my martini, eyeing him over the rim of my glass.
“You know how sexy you are.” Gunnar hooks a finger in the button of my jacket and pulls me closer toward him. From here, I can see just how dark his eyes are. Black rims the brown.
My leg finds his under the table. I drag my toe over his calf and watch his reaction.
“What can I say? I try.” I shrug a shoulder, sipping on my martini as I look away.
“Jameson.” There’s that growl again. Like he wants to throw me down and have his way with me.
Yes, please.
“Yes?”
“Would you like to know what I have planned for you tonight?”
“Tell me,” I flirt with him.
Gunnar makes it easy. He’s stirring up feelings in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. Sure, I’ve had crushes before, but being under this man’s hard stare makes me feel alive.
Gunnar leans closer, and his lips are a breath from mine. I smell tequila on them and want to drink it from him.
“From the minute you walked in, I knew I would be taking you home with me. I want to eat this sushi that everyone says is orgasmic. I want to get to know you, and when we’re done, I want to peel you out of this suit and fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
“Urgh.” I lean into him, dropping my forehead to his. “I want every bit of that. Especially the fucking part.”
“Good.” Gunnar presses his mouth against the corner of mine before going back to his drink. “Now, be a good boy and tell me about yourself.”
Good boy.
Oh Lord, save me. I won’t make it through this evening with him.
“What else do you want to know that I haven’t told you?”
“Tell me about your job.” Gunnar drops his arm along the back of the booth and leans into me.
Everything about him is intoxicating. Forget my martini; I’m drunk off him alone.
“I love it. I know nursing isn’t for everyone, but I love taking care of my patients.”
“What made you want to go into it in the first place?”
“I did a career day in high school and shadowed a nurse. I fell in love with the profession and decided to make a career out of it.”
“A noble profession.”
I sip my drink. This will be the only one I have. I want to remember every single moment about tonight.
“And what made you want to become an investment banker?”
“I like money.”
“Seriously?” I ask him.
“Seriously.” Gunnar sets his drink down and runs his finger around the rim. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Not at all.”
“It lets me afford the pleasures of life that I enjoy.”
“Such as?” I ask, leaning closer to him.
“Such as traveling. Fancy restaurants like this. Suits.”
“Mmm, yes.” I drag a single finger along the fabric of his suit, and it’s soft. Supple. “You do wear this suit well.”
Gunnar grasps my chin and pulls my attention to his. Not that he didn’t have it before. He commands it.
“It’ll look even better with yours on the floor next to it.”
Our waiter appears, setting a large platter of sushi in front of us. “Please enjoy.”
She is gone just as fast as she appeared. All different kinds of sushi are spread out before us, and it smells delicious.
“This looks incredible.” I breathe it all in before I grab my chopsticks and take a small sampling of everything.
“About as incredible as you,” I hear Gunnar whisper.
“Try it.” I grab a piece, drag it through the soy sauce and hold it up to Gunnar. I watch as he licks his lips before pulling the piece into his mouth.
His eyes don’t leave mine. I watch how elegant his throat is as he chews and swallows.
“How good is it?” My voice is husky. Being in Gunnar’s bubble is clouding my brain with lust.
“Try it yourself.” Gunnar grabs the chopsticks from my hands, and I watch as he picks up a piece and holds it out to me. “Eat.”
It shouldn’t be so hot, watching Gunnar hold out the sushi piece for me, but it is. Wrapping my lips around the chopsticks, I slide the tangy piece of sushi into my mouth.
“Oh, darling. Mmm.”
I can’t hide the moan as the flavors explode on my tongue.
“Do you know how sexy you look right now?” Gunnar whispers against my ear. He nips at my earlobe.
“I know now why they say this place is orgasmic.”
“Why’s that?” Gunnar rubs his cheek against mine.
“Because I’m hard as stone.”
“You’re driving me crazy, Jameson.”
Taking his hand, I drag it toward my thigh, resting it in the V of my groin. “Want to feel how hard?”
Jameson moves his hand over, where my tight pants are doing nothing to hide my reaction to him.
“Jameson. I want a taste of you.”
“Darling.” I link my hands behind Gunnar’s neck and suck on his bottom lip as his grip tightens over my dick. “You can have every last drop of me you want.”
“Good. Then let’s eat our dinner and get out of here.”
Chapter Two
Gunnar
Dinner was an exercise in patience. Watching my date for the evening eat his way through the platter of sushi was going to be the end of me.
Every time he wrapped those lush lips of his around his chopsticks, I imagined it was my dick. With the suggestive way his eyes kept raking over me, how could I not?
Now, I’m watching as he struts toward me in my driveway. Jameson didn’t hesitate to accept my offer of coming home with me, and we already had a discussion about protection and PrEP.
Because if I wasn’t already prepared, I would have lost my mind not having Jameson tonight.
“This is quite the house you have here.”
“Thank you.”
The adobe, two-story structure is part of a new development in the area. Set on a hill, the back is all floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the ocean.
My own piece of solitude.
“Please, come in.”
I hold open the front door, and Jameson brushes by me in a whirl of sex and cologne. God, I can’t wait to sink my claws into him.
And my cock.
It was all I could imagine during dinner. The way this man would take me in that pert little ass of his.
Fuck. Me.
Jameson spins around in my living room. Two leather couches face a marble fireplace. There’s no TV in here. No pictures. No knickknacks of any kind.
It makes the striking man in front of me look out of place. Such a clash to my minimalist lifestyle.
“Would you like a drink?”
Jameson shakes his head. “No.”
“No?” I head to the bar that sits along one wall between the living room and kitchen and pour myself a healthy swig of tequila—my drink of choice.
Jameson presses against me from behind as I sip on the burning liquid.
“No. I don’t want to forget a single moment from tonight.”
“Only tonight?” I turn, resting my ass against the wood of the bar.
“I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.” Jameson walks his fingers up my chest, and it sends liquid heat blazing through me. I do nothing to hide the growing problem in my suit pants.
“Baby,” I purr, “make yourself at home.”
I hook a finger into his jacket and flick the button open, exposing his abs. There’s no defined six-pack, but he is still drool-worthy.
Jameson isn’t my usual type. But after another man hightailed it out of my life because I was too self-absorbed and focused on work, I decided to take a chance.
I figured it would be a night of uninhibited fun. A one-night stand at most.
Two minutes in his world? I want more. All he’ll give me.
“Take it off.”
“Does this growly daddy vibe work on people?”
I only quirk a brow at him, unbuttoning my own jacket and dropping into my black, wingback leather chair that flanks the bar. Resting my ankle on my opposite knee, I swirl my drink as I keep my gaze fixed on the man in front of me.
Jameson shrugs out of the royal-blue suit coat he’s wearing and tosses it at me.
He’s slim, shoulders giving way to a narrow, tapered waist with pants that sit low on slender hips.
“I guess it does,” I tell him. “Come.”
Jameson does as ordered, with a sensual sway of his hips. Taking one last sip of my drink, I set it on the table next to me and rest my hands on Jameson’s hips.
“Good boy.”
His dick is tenting his pants as I nuzzle it, pressing open-mouth kisses over the fabric.
“Gunnar,” he moans, head dropping back in pleasure. “Oh, darling.”
Fingers rake through my hair, fisting the short hairs there. He tries to command me, tell me what to do, but I ignore him.
Tonight, I am the one in control.
“Take your cock out.” It’s a growl. I want to see every inch of skin on Jameson. Lick it. Kiss it. Memorize it. And then do it all over again.
“Are you always this demanding?” It comes out as more of a whine.
“Yes. I want what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
“You.”
Fire is blazing through me at the nearness of Jameson. I’ve never felt so needy in my god damn life, but right now, all I want is to see him naked before me.
Jameson pops open the button of his pants before toeing out of his shoes. Shimmying out of his pants, Jameson turns and…fuck me.
The black, satin thong he is wearing cups his cock perfectly.
“Like what you see?” He turns, shaking his ass at me.
Standing, I pull his back against my front and grind my own cock into his crack. “Fuck, you know I do.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Whatever I want.” Cupping the thick erection, I rub the heel of my hand over the steel pipe that is hidden by the soft material.
“Gunnar. Darling.”
I nibble on Jameson’s neck. “I like the way you say my name.”
“If only it would get your cock in my ass.”
“Oh, baby. Just you wait.” Stepping back, I swat at his ass and point down the hall. “My room. Last door on the right. I want you on your back.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jameson sends a wink over my shoulder and prances down the hallway. Reaching for my drink, I swig down the rest of it. The chilled, fiery liquid helps to cool the lust that is threatening to overtake me.
I want this night to last as long as possible.
Taking my time, I slip out of my suit jacket and lay it over the back of the couch. It can be dealt with later.
The glow of the lights from my room is a beacon, pulling me in. Like a lighthouse guiding sailors to safety.
Although I’m not sure how safe the man in my room is. Only a few hours with him, and I’m doing things I never thought I’d be doing.
As I step into my room, Jameson is a sight to behold. It’s as if he is decorating the almost bare space.
Even compared to my minimalist living room, my bedroom is practically empty. There’s nothing but the king-size bed in here that takes up the space. A dark gray duvet covers the bed, with two wood nightstands on either side. Each holds a matching lamp. Nothing graces the walls.
What else would I need when I only sleep and fuck in here?
The light casts long, glittering shadows over him. In only that scrappy piece of material, he looks sinful.
“Are you just going to stand there staring at me all night?”
Jameson rests his arm behind his head, giving me a wicked gaze.
Stalking closer to him, I rest one knee on the bed and trail a finger up his bare calf.
“I’m trying to decide…” I trail off, now crawling over him.
“Decide what?”
Glancing up his lithe body, my gaze snaps to his. “What I’m going to do with you.”
“What are you deciding between? Can I help?” he purrs, squirming.
“Hmm.” I press a trail of wet kisses up his slender leg. “I don’t know.”
As I get to the apex of his thighs, I nibble on the tender skin there. My nose brushes over the now-wet material of his thong as I ignore it and do the same to his other side.
“I can think of several things I want you to do to me,” Jameson moans.
“Like what?” I rock back onto my heels and take the man in.
“Like suck my cock.”
Jameson looks so out of place in my bed. This striking, gorgeous man shouldn’t fit with me and my structured, orderly life. But right now, I don’t care.
Not as I slip a finger into the waistband of his thong and yank it off him. His dick slaps back onto his stomach, leaving a trail of precum there. It shouldn’t surprise me that he is completely bare.
“You are quite the sight, baby.”
“I like it when you call me that.” Jameson’s eyes are hooded with lust.
Leaning over him, I press a quick kiss to his lips. “Only for you.”
Getting the supplies I need from the nightstand, I drop them onto the bed before stripping out of my own clothes and settling between his legs.
“Like you aren’t a sexy beast yourself. God, I want to ride your dick.”
I smile down at him as I take his cock in hand, giving it a gentle stroke. “There will be plenty of time for that.”
Jameson’s dick is the perfect size–long and thin. Smiling up at him, I swirl my tongue around the head and listen as his moans hit my ears. I shove his thighs up, giving myself better access to play with his balls.
The salty taste of him has my own dick aching with need. Jameson’s hand slides into my hair, and the slightest bit of pain has me grinding down onto the bed.
I don’t know if I’m going to last long with Jameson in my bed, but there is no way I’m coming until he does. Even the thought of him wrung out has me sliding off him with a wet pop. I give the base a good squeeze before I grab the lube.
“About damn time.”
Jameson’s face is flushed as I coat my fingers. I take his cock to the back of my mouth, again, as I push one finger inside his tight hole.
“Fuck!” he shouts. “Oh, fuck, that feels amazing!”
I smile as I bob over his erection and thrust one, then two, fingers inside him. I attack his cock and hole with a frenzy I’ve never felt before. Every arch of his hips as he thrusts into my mouth has me opening wider for him.
I want to drink down every last drop of his release, but not before I’m coming inside him. Even the thought of seeing my cum inside of Jameson, marking him as mine, has me needing to pull back.
We’re not there yet. Not even close. But now that the thought is there, it’s all I want.
“Are you ready, baby?” I lick his dripping tip as I grab the condom from the bed.
“God, yes.” Jameson rolls onto his stomach and pushes his ass into the air. “Fuck me, Gunnar. I want to feel you for the next week.”
Slapping his ass for good measure, I roll the condom down my hard length and drag it through his crack.
“Such a greedy bottom.”
“Only because I want that cock of yours in my ass.”
Squeezing the globes of his ass, I line myself up and push inside in one long thrust.
“Urgh.” Jameson’s voice is muffled by the pillows.
“Fuck me, J.” The nickname slips out. “You feel fucking incredible. God, the way you’re choking my cock.”
I glide my hands up his sides and rest my forehead between his shoulder blades. Sweat sticks to him as I start to move. I’m not gentle or slow.
My moves are hard. Taking everything Jameson is giving back to me.
“Yes! Harder!” Jameson chants.
Sitting up, I pull out and flip Jameson onto his back and hoist one leg over my shoulder for better access. Hitting him deeper every time.
“Look at you. The way you’re taking my cock.”
Watching his tight little ass suck me in has my balls drawing up even tighter. But there is no way in the world I am coming before he does. I don’t want to be blissed out before seeing his face as he comes.
“So good, Gunnar. I’m so close.”
Jameson starts jacking himself, but I swat his hand away.
“That’s my job.” He’s still wet from my earlier blow job, and with each pull, more cum leaks out. “Are you ready to come for me?” I ask, leaning over his body. His knee is up to his ear as he presses up to kiss me. Our tongues tangle as my moves become needier. Hungrier.
I am so close to exploding, but I won’t until Jameson comes. Tonight is for him and his pleasure.
“Gunnar!” He comes, spurting rope after rope of cum over his stomach. Watching the pleasure twist his face takes me with him.
“Fuck.” I don’t stop pumping my hips as my own release hits me. White hot pleasure blasts through me as he continues squeezing every last drop of ecstasy out of me.
I collapse on top of Jameson in a mess of sweat and cum. My chest is heaving as he wraps his arms around me. I’ve never felt so sated in my life.
“That was fucking perfect,” Jameson whispers, dragging his fingers up and down the notches in my spine.
I smile against his chest. “Then get ready for round two, baby, because there is plenty more where that came from.”
Chapter Three
Jameson
“You know today is our three-month anniversary, darling.”
Gunnar presses his lips to my temple, surrounding me in his warmth. “I know, baby. Did you think I forgot?”
“You’ve been so wrapped up in work this week, I was wondering if you would.”
Gunnar drops the picnic basket onto the sand as I unfurl the checked beach blanket for our movie night.
The stretch of beach is filled with couples settling in for the movie on the beach. Even though it’s Gunnar’s choice—a scary movie that I’ve never heard of—I never pass up the chance to spend time with him.
“Acquisitions are a painful process. I was hoping this would have been finished two weeks ago.”
“I hope it wraps up soon. I hate seeing you so stressed.”
Reaching up to grab his hand, I pull him down onto the blanket next to me. It’s the perfect late winter afternoon, and we’re taking full advantage.
With the higher than normal temps, I put on my favorite mesh tank and leather jacket with jean shorts to wear to the beach. Gunnar, as always, is in a simple white T-shirt, light blue shorts, and boat shoes.
The two of us couldn’t be more different if we tried.
“The only thing that de-stresses me is knowing I come home to you.”
I drag my finger down his nose, watching as his eyes close as he settles onto the blanket. “I like being there for you.”
And I do.
These last three months with Gunnar have gone by in a whirlwind. Every spare moment I have, I spend with him. Fancy dinners. Walks on the beach. Spending time at my bungalow, tucked away from the world.
I don’t think there is anything sexier than watching Gunnar bond with Katy Purry. That cat loves him more than she loves me.
Not that I can blame her.
Because I fell for Gunnar. Hard and fast.
He has become everything to me. I love him more than I ever thought possible. If only I could muster the courage to tell him that. Every time I gather the nerve to confess how I’m feeling, I chicken out. I don’t know why.
“You okay, baby?” Gunnar’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Already thinking of getting you home tonight.” I shake off my serious mood and shoot him a wink. “Now, what do you want to snack on?”
“Besides you?” Gunnar sits next to me and nips at my ear.
“Stop.” I shove him to the side and pull out everything that I packed for our outing today.
A small bowl of fruit. Meats and cheeses. A baguette to make sandwiches if we choose.
And the thought of snuggling up with Gunnar during the scary parts of the movie?
All of it makes for the perfect night.
“Do you want me to grab us some wine?” Gunnar asks.
There’s a short line at the concession stand before the movie starts.
“Sure. Rosé, please.”
“You got it, baby.” Gunnar gives me a quick peck on the cheek before popping up and heading in that direction.
I make no secret of ogling Gunnar as he heads toward the concession stand. His ass could have been sculpted from marble. I don’t know how I got so lucky to find Gunnar.
Reaching into the basket to grab the knife for the bread, I find his wallet.
Grabbing it, I follow the same path he just took, weaving between couples that are setting up their own spreads.
There’s a few other people around Gunnar. But before I can hand him his wallet, I’m stopped short at the words I hear one of them speaking to him.
“That’s the guy you’re seeing?”
I have no idea who the two men are that are standing around Gunnar, but I listen, holding my breath.
“And?”
“You realize you can’t bring him to work functions, right?”
I dip behind another couple that has made their way over and do my best to eavesdrop on the conversation. Are these people that Gunnar works with? Based on their attire of polo shirts with popped collars and khaki shorts, I would say yes.
They look like the banker, frat-boy type.
“He’s too much. No one would approve,” the other guy says to Gunnar.
I swallow back a swell of emotion that threatens to overtake me. Is this how Gunnar sees me? In all the time we’ve been dating, I haven’t gone out with him once to a work event. He’s met Sutton and her new boyfriend several times. I have no qualms about bringing him around my friends. I don’t tone myself down for anyone.
Is he…embarrassed to be seen with me?
Taking a step back, I need to breathe. To not be around this conversation. Oh God. This can’t really be what Gunnar thinks.
Panic threatens to take hold as I bump into a woman behind me.
“Excuse you!” she chirps loudly, drawing heads in our direction.
That’s when Gunnar’s eyes lock on mine. Mumbling an apology to the older woman, I run off.
There’s no way I want to have this conversation with Gunnar with his friends nearby.
I stumble through the sand and make a beeline for the trees. But his voice doesn’t let me get that far.
“Stop.”
I do so immediately. I hate how much power I’ve given him. How he wields it against me. Normally I wouldn’t mind. But not right now.
“Why? So you can tell me I’m too much for you?”
“You overheard one part of a conversation, Jameson. Would you like for me to explain it to you?”
His warmth envelops me from behind. Tears clog my throat. I hate that I’m reacting like this, but I can’t help it. I love Gunnar, and if he thinks I’m too much for him, I’ll crumble.
I nod.
Grasping my bicep, Gunnar pulls me away from a group of people so we have more privacy.
“Those two are work colleagues.”
“Is there a reason I haven’t met them?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“Yes.” Gunnar’s voice is firm. His dark eyes are churning with anger. Annoyance—but at whom? “They are bigoted assholes, and I don’t want them anywhere near you. You are too pure and beautiful for them.”
“I am?”
A stray tear escapes my eye, and Gunnar reaches up to brush it away. His hand stays on my cheek, caressing my bottom lip.
“You, Jameson, are the most wonderful thing in my life. I cannot stand to be around them for longer than I have to. I would rather spend my time with you doing the things we enjoy together than having to suffer through those comments.”
“So I’m not too much for you?” I wave a hand down my front. “Because I know I can be a lot—”
Gunnar cuts me off with a searing kiss. The force of it nearly knocks me off my feet. I fist my hands in his shirt as I hold him to me. With each stroke of his tongue against mine, every worrying thought is pushed out of my head.
“You are perfect just the way you are, baby. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” Gunnar drops his forehead to mine. “I love you.”
“You do?” My voice shakes.
He nods. “How could I not? You are everything I’m not. I keep waiting for you to realize you’re too good for me and—”
“No.” I cut him off, slapping my hand over his mouth. “You are the calm to my chaos, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I feel his smile against my hand.
“And you, baby,” Gunnar tells me, “brighten my life. I want you. All of you.”
Linking my fingers behind Gunnar’s neck, I pull him in for a mind-altering kiss. I should be used to kisses like this by now, but this one settles everything inside me.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
“I love you, baby.” Gunnar gives me one last kiss before taking my hand in his. “Now, what do you say we get back to this movie so I can show you what you’re missing?”
I roll my eyes at this hunk of a man I love. “Okay. But only if you promise to make it better tonight when we get home.”
Gunnar pulls me close, dipping his lips to my ear. “Baby, I will fuck every scary thought away tonight. I promise.”
And it’s a promise he indeed keeps.
Chapter Four
Gunnar
Six Months Later
Kicking the door shut with my leg, I drop the box of donuts on the counter and give Katy Purry a scratch behind the ears at her greeting.
If you had asked me a year ago if this would be my life, I wouldn’t have believed you. Going for donuts on a Saturday morning because Jameson’s friends’ kids will be coming over in a few hours for us to babysit, and being welcomed home by a cat that has more personality than Jameson? It’s still hard to believe some days.
“You think your dad will say yes?” I ask the orange ball of fur as she investigates the pink box on the counter.
She answers with a purr before going off in search of her own breakfast, no doubt.
Before Jameson moved in, my weekends were spent with a quick cup of coffee before tackling whatever work was left over from the previous week.
Now the man in question that has wormed himself inside my heart and soul is sitting outside in a caftan that drives me wild. One that’s full of color, just like him.
Grabbing my own cup of coffee, I toe off my tennis shoes and head out to the lounger that Jameson has draped himself across.
God, he looks fucking radiant as he sips on his coffee.
I never knew I needed someone like Jameson. Before he came into my life, it was dull. Boring. A slate of gray if you will. As Jameson has oh so kindly pointed out.
Now that he moved in with me, my house is a home. Brightly colored throw pillows sit on new, soft-gray couches. Photos of the two of us together take up every available inch of space. Mementos from our dates and trips sit on the shelves.
A white-and-black geometric print rug pulls everything together.
Those boudoir photos of Jameson? Those are only for me. In our bedroom.
Hell, we even have a guest room with space for people to stay when visiting.
I never imagined myself being this person, but my life is infinitely better because of Jameson.
And I hope it will get even better after this morning.
“What are you staring at?” Jameson sets his coffee down on the glass table and reaches for me.
“You. You know this thing drives me wild.” I finger the soft material as I lie across his legs, pressing a kiss onto the hint of his stomach that is exposed.
“Mmm. Precisely why I wear it, darling.”
I nip at the skin there before rocking back onto my heels. “Breakfast is inside if you want some.”
“If you wanted something sweet, you could’ve just asked. I’m right here.” Jameson flutters his lashes at me.
“Sweet? Baby, nothing that comes out of your mouth is sweet. You are pure sin.”
“It’s a good thing you don’t mind it.”
“You know I love everything you do.” I take his hand in mine and give it a kiss, rubbing my finger over his bare ring finger.
“I know. Not as much as I love you though.”
I smile down at the man spread out below me. Jameson has woven himself into my life. He wasn’t supposed to be more than a fling—a change of pace. But he is my forever. He settled all the pieces inside of me that I thought didn’t need anyone.
I supposed I was only waiting for him.
The sounds of waves crashing against the beach are quiet this high up. The sun is only now starting to peek out from the front of the house. For an early summer morning, it’s cool. The perfect day. The kind that we’ll both remember for years to come.
“Marry me,” I blurt out.
“What?” Jameson gasps, sitting up.
“Marry me, baby.”
“Where is this coming from?”
“Don’t you know?” I tuck a stray lock of Jameson’s dark hair off his forehead. His face is bare of any makeup. “I love you, J. I am in love with you. Madly.”
“And you want to marry me?”
“That’s what I thought I was trying to ask.”
Jameson smirks at me. “You’re telling more than asking, darling.”
“Semantics.” I roll my eyes at him.
“Not semantics, Gunnar. I want a man to get down on one knee and propose with—”
“A titanium ring inlaid with diamonds?” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the ring, revealing the exact one Jameson once told me he wanted.
I doubt he thinks I’d remember this because it was a passing comment one night while we were watching a movie.
“But, how?” He looks up at me in shock.
“I remember everything you tell me. Everything. You matter, Jameson. ”
“You’re still not down on one knee.”
I look down to where I’m on my knees between his. “Only for you, Jameson.”
Standing, I pull Jameson off the lounger and drop to one knee in front of him. His robe has parted slightly, revealing the risqué underwear he’s wearing.
It’s not the best way to propose, considering Jameson’s morning wood could poke my eye out, but what he wants, he gets.
Down on one knee it is.
“Are you really proposing to me when I’m practically naked?”
“You were the one who said he wanted me down on one knee.”
He rolls his eyes at me, but it’s done with love. “Far be it from me to interrupt your plan.”
“Jameson.” I grab his hand and place another kiss there. “You came into my life at exactly the right moment, and I could not be happier than with you in it. You brought color and vibrancy into my world. There isn’t a part of you that hasn’t changed me for the better, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you the same kind of love you give me every day.”
A lone tear slips out of his eye as his smile grows wider and wider.
“Will you marry me, Jameson?” I hold the ring up, and he clasps his hand around mine to further inspect it.
“Oh, darling. You know I cannot say no to you.” Throwing himself at me, we fall to the patio in a swirl of kisses and silk. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
“You could’ve asked if you were so impatient.” I clasp his cheeks and pull back. Happiness lights up his face, mirroring my own.
“And ruin this incredible plan of yours? I don’t think so.”
I smile, bringing him in for another kiss.
Long. Slow. Tantalizing.
“There was no plan, baby. I just want you to be mine.”
“Always, Gunnar. I am yours. Forever.”
“Forever.”
THE END