Page 64 of Go Deep

“Maybe you’re just too full of yourself.”

“Maybeyouwant to be full of me.”

I eye the length of his body like a starving lion and slide my hand down his inner thigh. His legs fall open, his cock now half-hard and begging me for a lick.

I’ve made so many choices that have led to this moment. I want to be free, I want to be happy. And my God, I want Vince Castro.

But he still hasn’t told me what he wants.

So now I have another choice to make.

I can walk away and forget I ever met this man because he won’t give in to who he really is, who we could be together if he let go of all the expectations around him.

Or I could stay and take whatever he’s willing to give because I’m so out of my mind over him that I can’t breathe, sleep, or think without being plagued by everythinghim.

When Vince’s hand creeps up my leg and his heated gaze tangles with mine, it’s all the encouragement I need.

The air is so tense and thick with anticipation that it practically chokes me. I lift one leg to straddle, him then dip my head between his thighs. I take his cock into my mouth. His back bows off the mattress as I deep-throat his length, sucking him off like a kid with a Popsicle on a sweltering summer day.

He thrusts against my mouth, his fingers dragging throughmy hair. I cup his balls, kneading them as he fucks my mouth. My own dick drips with precum at the idea of getting Vince off. But I need to feel him, too.

I crawl forward, locking him in while I lower my body on top of his. Keeping my eyes focused on him, I bring my palm to my mouth and sweep my tongue over it. Then I grasp both of our cocks in one hand, stroking them. He reaches behind my head and pulls me against him, crushing his lips against mine. He thrusts into my hand, moaning against my lips. I invade his mouth with my tongue until it finds his and they coil with wet, hot need.

His hands grasp my ass, digging into my flesh with the same kind of yearning coursing through me. He guides my hips over him, the friction of our cocks rubbing together making my pulse rocket into my throat and my balls ache with the need for release. Our teeth clash, bodies writhing together in a frenzy, chasing the orgasm we both desperately crave.

Vince circles my rim with his finger before pressing it inside of me. I pull away, a low primal grunt rumbling in my chest. My back arches as he drives his finger deep. I back my ass into his finger and he adds another. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, seeing stars as he hits my prostate.

My dick explodes, cum shooting onto his stomach as the orgasm tears through me.

I grab his dick and after a few pumps, he lets out a yell, thrusting into my hand one last time before his hot and sticky cum spills over my fingers.

“Fuck,” I mutter once I can breathe again. I roll over and land next to him on my back.

But he doesn’t respond. And the silence between us is fucking deafening. I furrow my brow, peeking over to find him staring up at the ceiling.

Like he can’t even acknowledge what we just did.

Or how incredible it was.

“I respect that you want to live your life by your own rules. I want that for you. And you deserve someone who wants the same things as you, who can make the same choices.”

He finally turns to look at me, his eyes iced over.

“But it’s not me. I can’t be that person.”

Chapter 26

Vince

“You’re fucking pathetic.” Gabe spews the sharp words and they lance my heart, cutting deep. But no matter how much it hurts to hear them, his anger can’t change what I have to do. Bob or no Bob, the personal and professional risks are too great if I come out. Hell, Bob doesn’t even want me associating with someone who’s gay, let alone be gay myself, because of how it might reflect on the firm.

The thing is, I know logically that my track record should be the only thing to attract new clients and keep existing ones. But the reality is that people have perceptions and opinions. They say they want fat returns, but they also want glossy, shiny, and polished walls with lots of star power and influence behind them. As the face of Xcel Wealth Management I’m selling an experience, not just a portfolio.

Financier to the stars.

Gabe jumps off the bed and storms around the room to collect his clothes. “After everything we did, how the hell can you just ice me out like that?”

“Did you think I was gonna fuck you and then fall so hardthat I’d give up my entire life for your dick? Newsflash. It would never be enough.”

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