Page 25 of His Dirty Obsession
“This can be yours, Ben. You just have to say the word.”
I nodded, lost for words.
“Would you mind if I slept in my own bed tonight, though? I need to be rested. It’ll be a long day tomorrow. What with dancing and stripping.”
“Yeah, of course. Another night maybe.” I was relieved but disappointed at the same time. It had saved me from having to tell him no, and I really hadn’t wanted to do that.
I followed him upstairs, stopping outside his door, feeling a little awkward.
“Well, this is me,” he said, pointing to his door. “Do I get a goodnight kiss, I wonder?”
I gripped the back of his neck, bringing him to me before kissing him, brief but dirty. I released him, noting his glazed eyes.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, making my way up the second set of stairs to my room, finally collapsing on my bed. The past couple of days had been intense, round after round of blowjobs and hand jobs. Xavier had been everything I expected.
When I woke the next morning, he’d already left, but the coffee machine was on and my mug was waiting for me, a single sugar in the bottom. I just needed to pour the hot brew.
The visit to my parents went as expected. Ava was there, discussing the party with them. I sat at the table, listening to them talking about Aunt Edith and her false teeth. How they’d have to have some soft food so she’d be able to eat something. I zoned out. I wasn’t interested in the slightest, my thoughts returning to the past few days.
Was I doing the right thing? It felt like I was when I was with him. I didn’t get the urge to run in the other direction, which was an interesting development.
He seemed to like it when I told him what to do, too. I’d tried it with Dick, but he’d ignored me, doing exactly what he wanted, another reason we wouldn’t have worked. Xavier, though. He was more than willing to oblige.
Such a fucking turn-on!
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, thinking of Xavier and his monster cock.
“Hey, lover boy.” Ava threw a pea at me, hitting me in the face. “Are you joining in this conversation or not?”
No, was the obvious answer, but I should, I suppose, so for the rest of the afternoon, I plotted and planned the party with them, counting the hours and minutes until I could go home.
I spent Sunday night alone again. Xavier didn’t come home until really late, and by that time I was in bed. I had an early morning Zoom meeting with plenty more during the day. It was going to be busy. I was up first, which was unusual, but I made the coffee, pouring myself a mugful before heading off to my office.
I hoped I’d see Xavier today. Just one day without him and I was suffering withdrawal symptoms, but I didn’t have time for that right now as the tone on my computer signalled the start of my meeting.
Thirty minutes later and I was back in the kitchen, pouring another mug of coffee. Still no sign of Xavier. I couldn’t hang around, though. I had another meeting and hurried back to my office. I loved my setup. It was my business, after all. I had a computer and three monitors on top of a glass desk. It was a devil to clean, but I liked it.
Partway through my second meeting of the day, the door opened and in walked Xavier wearing a T-shirt and shorts. I peered over the monitors and nodded to him, acknowledging his presence, gesturing to the easy chair by the window. We could talk after my meeting. I wouldn’t be much longer, I didn’t think. What this guy wanted was simple enough to do.
But Xavier didn’t sit. He stood in front of me, a cheeky smile on his face. Fortunately, only I could see him, the webcam on me and not him, especially when he started to dance, sensual and slow.
I stuttered mid-sentence, apologising to my client, but I was losing my train of thought as Xavier continued to move his hips, gyrating to music only he could hear.
He continued to move, dancing seductively, running his hands across his clothed body, slipping his hand under his shirt. What was he doing?
“Just one moment. I just need to mute for a minute,” I said to my client, turning off the camera too. “What are you doing?” I asked him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“I’m dancing, just for you, Ben. Do you think I’m good enough?” He continued, his arms above his head now, closing his eyes and feeling the rhythm, his body fluid, like honey gliding over a hot spoon.
“You know I’m on a call here,” I whispered, even though I was on mute.
“I’m well aware. Carry on. I’m not stopping you.” He smiled flirtatiously over his shoulder. How could I carry on with him doing his thing in front of me? But I needed to finish the call at least.
“Sorry, Joe.” I went back to my meeting, keeping one eye on the screen and the other on Xavier, trying not to stare as he removed his T-shirt, dropping it to the floor.
What the fuck was he doing now?
A huge bulge in his shorts showed me just how turned on he was. He slipped his hands into the waistband of his shorts, slipping them seductively down his legs, revealing his entire body to me, his cock hard and erect. My mouth went dry as he gave it a stroke, pulling the foreskin back, revealing the shiny head. I fumbled for the coffee on my desk, spilling it over the desk.
