Page 82 of Short Stack 3

His moan vibrates along my length, and I fist my hands. I know I’m pulling his hair, but I’m equally sure he loves it. He lifts his finger and inserts it into his mouth alongside my cock,getting his finger wet. Then he pulls it out, and I groan as he traces it over my crack before sliding it around my hole. I’m sweating heavily now, my skin feeling like I’ve been in the sun, and the scent of precome is sharp.

He inserts his finger, wriggling the tip in, and sucks harder. Suddenly, I’m there. I arch into him, my hands tightening on his head, and he grunts as I give a cry that’s stifled by my gag. I come down his throat in scalding jets, and when I’ve finished, I slump against the counter, breathing heavily. I pull away the gag, grimacing at its soggy state. I offer it to him as he climbs to his feet, and he shakes his head.

“It’s yours. A present.”

“Thank you so much. It’s the nicest thingever.”

He laughs, and the sound is low and merry in the quiet room. His dick is tenting his trousers, making my mouth water, and I reach for him only to blink when he stays my hand.

“We don’t have time.”

I grimace and then brighten. “I’ll do you when we get home, then.”

“Such romance and poetry. It’s like living in a Mills and Boon book.” I pinch him, watching him laugh. He winks at me. “Anyway, we’re going to have to be careful about sex for a few days.”

“Why?”

He taps my nose. “Because you can’t lie on your back in case it rubs at the tattoo. You also can’t get any fluids on it.”

“I didn’t think of that,” I say in dismay. “But Ilovebeing on my back with your weight on me. And my lower back is your favourite part of my body to come on.”

He groans. “Artie, have some pity. My hard-on was only just going down.” He steps close and kisses me. His lips are swollen, and the kiss is gentle. “The tattoo was worth it,” he assures me. “And necessity is the mother of invention.”

“Wasn’t Plato the origin of that proverb?”

“Probably. He wasn’t talking about such an important matter as our sex life, though.” He slaps my thigh gently. “Going to get dressed today, my little exhibitionist?” I grab my messenger bag, pull out a leather pouch, and hand him a toothbrush and toothpaste. “What else have you got in there, Mary Poppins?”

“You don’t have the security clearance to find out.” I nod at the toothbrush. “Don’t breathe spunk fumes at our clients.”

“How extraordinarily erotic is our life together.”

I grin and scramble into my clothes as he cleans his teeth.

He hands me the toothbrush, and after I put it in my bag, I examine our reflections. Other than Jed’s swollen lips, we look neat and professional. He winks at me and then clicks the lock to open the door. “Ready?” he asks, holding out his arm.

I slide mine through his. “Always.”

When Carla and Russell come down, we’re sitting in the bar going through our diaries, looking as demure as if Jed hadn’t just blown me in a bathroom.

“Alright?” Jed asks.

Carla nods. “The bridal suite is lovely, but we saw all the other rooms too.”

“Are you staying for a spot of lunch, Artie?” Simon enquires, coming up next to me and standing far too close. He looks over my shoulder in Jed’s direction and blanches before moving back.

I turn my head, but Jed is just staring innocently back at me. I raise my eyebrows. I can tell Simon to back off, and Jed knows it. I don’t need him beating his chest, but that slight flare of jealousy covered in his usual calmness is still secretly thrilling.

I turn back to Simon. “Yes, Jed and I are off to lunch. Thank you so much for your help. You were brilliant as always.”

He nods, pulling his suit jacket closed and buttoning it. “See you soon, then.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Jed calls after Simon’s back, and I watch as the other man picks up speed.

We follow Carla and Russell towards the door as they chatter about the wedding. After exchanging hugs, we watch them leave the hotel. I go to follow them and stop when Jed takes my hand.

“Okay?” I ask. He nods, and I blink as he tugs me towards the reception desk rather than the door. “What are you doing? Did you forget something?”

“Nope.” He winks at me. “I’m going to book a room.”

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