Page 8 of Falling for Mr. Corporate

I wasn’t shocked at his crude words. In fact, dirty talk turned me on. I reached between our bodies and helped him out of his jeans, pushing it off his hips. When it was down his thigh, far enough for me to grasp him, I started jerking him in my fist. He did the same to my cock as we continued sucking on each other’s tongue and kissing deeply. In all my life, this was hands-down the best kissing I’d ever enjoyed with a man. And I’d had quite a number too.

Our cocks bumped as we frotted against each other. I cupped his balls and stroked beneath to where his taint was and heard his hiss. He released my cock to grip my ass and squeeze. My ass was full and he obviously enjoyed it, the way he was caressing the twin globes. He dipped a finger through my crack and inserted it into my ass.

“Oh God, Tate,” I moaned, increasing the movement of my hand on his thick length. My mouth watered to have a taste of him which I still hadn’t done.

Changing course, Tate pushed me to sit on the couch and reached for my shorts, to pull them lower about my ankles. He didn’t afford me time to take them off, but knelt before me, grasping my shaft. He leaned forward to lick my lips before he dipped his head and took the head of my cock into his mouth.

I moaned and dug my fingers into his hair, loosening the hairband that had held his hair back in a ponytail. I decided I preferred his hair untamed, hanging about his face. I lost all thought, as he engulfed more of my cock into his mouth, down to the base.

“Oh yes!” I groaned in approval as his tongue stroked while he sucked. A popping sound punctuated the room each time he released my cock. His head bobbed up and down as he sucked harder, pressing his hand below to massage and caress my taint.

“Holy shit!” I cried out, my hips jerking when I climaxed into his mouth. I stiffened, my eyes rolling in the back of my head at the intensity of the climax that racked my body.

Tate sucked my cock into his mouth one final time, cleaning away the evidence of my climax as though it never happened. He released my still hard cock and licked his lips. He moved up my body to kiss me and I could taste my essence on his tongue. I sucked on it and with a groan reached for his cock, to give him the same pleasure he had given me.

He shook his head and smiled against my mouth. “That was for you,” he said softly. “An apology, which I’m not too good at. I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier then storm out the way I did.”

I swallowed and nodded and my heart squeezed painfully in my chest. I had a feeling I was in deep trouble with Tate. I was beginning to like this guy way too much and we were unsuited. I belonged to the corporate world and he belonged here on his mountain.

Chapter Seven

I smiled to myself at the feel of a hand lightly draped over my hip. Tate, I thought even before I opened my eyes. Yesterday, after the breakfast episode and the best apology I’d ever had, we had gone through the day without any more fussing. We’d watched movies on the DVD player. We had gone from sharing the couch to me sharing his lap. We kissed, and we petted, much the same thing as we had done last night before falling asleep.

I’d gone to bed a little disappointed that we hadn’t made love but now as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who dominated my thoughts these days, I knew now was the chance to make my move. From the little light that streaked into the bedroom from the drapery at the window, I would bet that it was already morning.

I observed Tate as he slept, trying to figure him out. He was a caring guy and I didn’t doubt that one bit. Not after the way he just assumed responsibility of me, without me even asking. He had secrets too which made me frown. Now as he slept, his face was relaxed and there was even a ghost of a smile on his lips.

Foremost on my mind was what the picture I’d found in the James Patterson novel meant. Were the people in it his wife and daughter? He had looked so happy. What went wrong to push him to live in the mountains alone? I’d spent two days with him already, but it was enough to know that Tate would have never abandoned his family. Not after the way he had taken care of me.

I wanted to know what was behind that story, but I knew enough that he was a private man. He would tell me if he wanted to but if he was dead-set against it, no powers on earth would get him to talk.

A smile tugging on my lips, I removed his hand from my hip and the movement caused him to turn onto his back. Even better for me. I could make out his morning rise and I still hadn’t tasted him yet. I slipped beneath the sheet and crouched over him.

Without using my hands, I covered the head of his cock with my lips. I couldn’t help the moan that reverberated in my throat at the silky feel of him, sliding between my lips. I teased the head of his cock, washing my tongue over the tip.

Slowly Tate became awake. I felt his body stiffen at first before he relaxed. He groaned above me then ripped the sheet from over my head. When he saw me with his cock in my mouth, he threw his head back against his pillow and made a guttural sound.

Cupping his balls, I caressed them with enough grip for it to aid me in pleasuring him. Not too long after, he was thrusting upwards into my mouth. He was too huge for me to take all of him in my mouth, but I damn well sure tried. I gagged, pulling away when his last thrust pushed his manhood past my tonsils. Dripping saliva onto his cock, I rubbed the mess over his shaft and up to the head, massaging him.

I pushed his legs apart and popped his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking before I continued down to his taint. I pressed my mouth to the sensitive area, skating my tongue over the region. Since he made no effort to stop me, I figured he was okay with me rimming him. I could tell from the undisturbed view of his pucker that he didn’t bottom and even if he did, it wasn’t quite often.

It didn’t bother me that he didn’t bottom since I preferred to be assume that position anyway. I loved being the one penetrated and drilled, knowing I was the cause of all that pleasure.

Tate held my head firmly as he hoisted up his legs for me to reach his pucker with better ease. I licked the outer ridges first, dripping saliva into his pucker before sliding my tongue inside. I didn’t do this for every guy but something about Tate made me want to give him a rim job, knowing if done right could be an exquisite feel.

“Enough!” Tate growled at me and pushed his hands under my arms to pull me up his body. “Ride me, Bry,” he murmured, running his hands up my chest as I straddled him. Condom and lube were passed to me and I sheathed his cock as fast as I dared without ripping it. I didn’t know how much of the precious commodity he still had, and I was nowhere near being fully sated by him yet. I’d rather not waste the condoms.

Holding his cock into my hand, I dripped the lubricant over his cock before raising on my haunches, careful not to irritate my ankle which was healing nicely. I moaned as I sat on his swollen member, my heart pounding at how he fit into my bum. I bit my bottom lip and started to move on top of him. I rose then sank back down, taking more and more of him into my ass, until he was fully embedded in my hole.

“Feels so fucking good, Bry,” Tate groaned, reaching behind me to grab the globes of my ass. He tilted me forward to kiss him as he placed his feet flat on the bed and started to move inside me. With his hands, controlling my movement, he thrust in and out of my body, his cock slicing through my passage. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clinging to his neck and hanging on for the ride as his movements intensified.

“Arrggh!” I cried out unintelligibly as I moved along with him. He fucked me hard, penetrating me deep and swiftly. “Oh God Tate, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Tate!”

At my insistent cries, Tate took the challenge and flipped me over onto my tummy, bringing me to my knees. I reached beneath my body to stroke my dick as he rose over me with his feet placed firmly on the bed. With his legs on either side of my hips, he lunged into me hard.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed and jerked.

He chuckled and pulled me back up into the kneeling position. “You said you want me to fuck you, Bry. Now stay still.”

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