Page 35 of Sypher

“What’s up?”

“Nothing really. Just wanted to come see you and see how you were getting along with your new roommate.”

My face heated while I remembered what had happened when I got home last night. God, just when I thought I couldn’t love him anymore.

I was happy to be home.

Walking into my apartment, Danny’s loud shouts assaulted my ear, “Fuck you, Ace! I’m not helping you with shit. You stole my security program. You’re fucking lucky I don’t sue you and Harbor Security for grand theft and corporate espionage. Or have you forgotten that I own the motherfucking government certified patent on the program you stole, jackass?”

With a thud, my bag hit the floor after I closed the door, and his surprised gasp echoed in the silence as his eyes found mine.

“Fuck off. The answer is still hell no,” he growled into the headset he was wearing. “Not discussing this anymore. Either you do your part, or I will. End of story.”

He took off the headset and laid it on the coffee table, the silence of the room a stark contrast to the sounds just momentsbefore. Then he reached for the remote and switched off the television as I walked over to sit beside him.

“You okay?”

“He wants my new algorithm. Because I changed the parameters of the program, I can now get into any system Harbor Security installed using my program.”

“And let me guess.” I smirked. “Law is riding his ass to fix it before their other clients find out?”

“Yeah.” Danny groaned, leaning back on the couch.

His shoulders were so tense, I could practically feel the stiffness radiating from him. The deep lines etched on his face spoke of countless sleepless nights. Danny was under immense pressure. The weight of his coursework, the demands of his club commitments, which he rarely discussed, and the needs of his personal clients were all taking their toll.

In the world of top security, Danny was the crème de la crème.

The best of the best.

His security protocols were top-notch, impenetrable fortresses of data, the kind everyone in the world craved. His business clients, many of whom were high-profile executives, relied on Danny’s discretion, paying him handsomely for the peace of mind only he could offer. His clientele remained unknown to the public, a closely guarded secret that protected the identities of those he served, adding to the mystique surrounding his business and leaving many to wonder about his exclusive clientele. Naturally, there were plenty of rumors swirling around, but none of them led to anything concrete or tangible.

With a sigh, I leaned against the couch, observing Danny as he sat there with his eyes closed and hands massaging his tired face, and my thoughts immediately turned to improvinghis mood. From the moment I met him, my world shifted and he became my sole focus.

He entranced me: mind, body and soul.

I never believed in instant love—that sudden, overwhelming emotion felt too unrealistic for me. That was all for the romance books, but the moment my eyes met his, a shiver ran down my spine. I knew, with primal certainty, that he was mine and I was his. My love for him was so profound, it consumed me entirely, like a vast ocean engulfing me whole. The mere thought of him sometimes caused my breath to catch in my throat, a painful constriction in my chest. I was utterly devoted. No task was too great, no sacrifice too much for him. He was the beginning and end of my story, the alpha and omega of my heart’s journey.

The overwhelming urge to ease his stress was undeniable and without hesitation, I reached out and gently ran my hand up his thigh towards his groin.

With a deep, drawn-out sigh, Danny looked over at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. “Sex won’t solve my problem, Dante.”

“No, but it will solve mine.” I winked, adjusting my position on the couch to ease the growing tension in my cock. Lately, I found myself constantly aroused whenever he was around. The only relief I could find was losing myself in him.

Though, it did little good because I only craved him more.

With a gentle squeeze, I felt his erection pushing against the fabric of his shorts as my hand moved up to trace the outline of his impressive size. Danny possessed a significant girth, almost like God himself had painstakingly sculpted the wonderful phallus with his bare hands.

He had a beautiful cock and a full, heavy sack.

He sat there, his breath quickening, watching me intently while I teasingly stroked his cock through his snug joggingshorts. He let out a slow, deep breath, the air leaving his lungs as he settled back into the plush cushions of the couch, his eyelids fluttering closed. With a slight parting of his legs, he surrendered himself to me.

Inching closer, I reached out with my hands and grasped the waistband of his shorts. He didn’t hesitate and raised himself from the couch, allowing me to smoothly slip the garment down. As I pulled down his shorts to his knees, his hard cock got caught in his underwear’s elastic band before springing out with a loud slap against his taut stomach.

The sight of his hardening member captivated my attention.

Damn, his cock was impressive and hard as a rock. The veins on his shaft were prominently bulging, and the engorged, purple head appeared angry while clear fluid dripped from the tip, pooling on his tattooed torso. His neatly groomed pubic hair allowed for a distinct visibility of his weighty testicles, as I grabbed a firm hold of his shaft, the hot skin silky smooth.

I moved my hand along his shaft, using his pre-cum for lubrication, stroking my thumb across the head of his dick. A small twitch and an unintentional movement of his testicles caused a shiny, transparent drop of pre-cum to flow from the tip, down the length of his shaft. His cock gleamed, wet with the pre-cum that flowed steadily from him. I groaned at the smell of him, a heady mix of musk and something primal that drove me wild.

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