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“You think my old age is funny, do you?”He launched another stubble attack while I squirmed and laughed.Slowly, he lowered me to the cushions and held himself over me with a hand on the arm of the sofa.“You know why I say I would give you anything you asked for, right?”
“Because you want to keep me?”
His gaze darkened.“Because I want to keep you happy.If you left tomorrow, I would still want to give you anything you asked me for.The moon, even, if you wanted it.”
I slid my hands up his chest, popped a few more buttons on his shirt.“I’m not leaving.I’m not going anywhere, unless the anywhere has you in it.”
He covered my mouth with his, kissed me until we were both dizzy, until it changed from something playful to something that ended with my panties in shreds on the floor and my bra used as makeshift handcuffs.Until everything melted away, and I didn’t feel like I was a guest in his apartment.
We fucked like I was home.
CHAPTER NINE
(Matthew)
It had been a long time since I’d hosted circle jerk night, and if I was going to stay a part of the club, I needed to step up to my obligation.The only obstacle had been Charlotte.The gatherings were private, to the point that my staff even left before guests arrived.But Charlotte had cheerfully informed me that it would be okay.She would be spending the evening with her new friend, Sophie, and meeting some other people around town.
I’d sent Charlotte away with a warning not to get too drunk and to stay aware of her surroundings while she gamboled all over the city, but I wasn’t that worried about her.Yes, Manhattan was a different beast than any other city on the continent, but she was a fast learner, and she would be with someone who could show her the ropes.
Plus, it was nice to get to an evening with the guys after months of seclusion.
The evening progressed, as the evening always did, with staggered arrivals.Most of the guys came directly from work, exhausted and in desperate need of an evening caffeine pick-me-up, which the host met with energy drinks and snacks.When we met at my apartment, my staff laid out a buffet mix of junk food and health food; half of my friends were perpetually training for some physical endurance contest, the other half lived off stuff that had mostly synthesized ingredients.I did not judge, because he who is without the occasional gut full of Mountain Dew and Doritos cast the first stone.
Snacks and focused socializing happened in our formal living room.The casual, group masturbation happened in the media room, where there were plenty of couches and chairs, lubes and tissues, and optional condoms for the guys self-conscious about mess.Not that anyone was very self-conscious; the dress code ranged from open flies to total strip-down.Crisp surround sound carried the moans and wet slapping noises of the porn on the 115” plasma tv.
Sometimes, I didn’t jerk off at all while I was hosting.There was a pressure on me to be available to my guests that came from years of proper manners and hospitality.When my mother had trained Catherine and I in all those genteel society ways, I was one hundred percent sure that she’d never intended for me to apply my knowledge to a room full of heavy-breathing, lightly perspiring bros with their dicks in their hands.Still, it was hard to shake the deeply rooted urge to be present for everyone.
Alex came out of the media room and grabbed some hand sanitizer, rubbing it in as he approached me.
“Record time this week, man,” he said with a bashful laugh.“I needed that.Something about your apartment is super relaxing.”
“The altitude,” I answered automatically.“The oxygen is thinner up here.”
“Then why do I have such trouble staying hard in Denver?”
We laughed, but his died away faster than mine.He gave me a long, serious look.“Everything okay?I know I just saw you, but those were different circumstances.Now that you’re back, how are you holding up?”
“With this.”I leaned my hip against the snack table and popped my cane up, waving it in front of me.
“That’s not what I meant.”At Ascend Red, Alex was all about play.But in our friendship beyond the resort’s shores, he worried about me like I was a little brother.Which was weird, considering he was ten years younger than me.
“Things are going great.There was a hiccup with Charlotte when we got back, but she’s here now.”I clarified, “Living here, I mean.She’s not in the apartment right now.She’s out running around with Neil Elwood’s wife.”
“I see that girl all overPage Six,” Alex warned.“Be careful or Charlotte’s gonna end up on there with her.”
“I’m surprised the Elwoods don’t have a reality show yet,” I said, and felt like that might be a cheap shot.
“That Sophie does look like Kim,” he mused.“So, you’ve got a live-in girlfriend.You’re settling down with her.I knew that would happen when I met her.”
“She’s perfect for me.”I could state that confidently now that she wasn’t going to run away.
“I’m glad you’re happy.”Alex hesitated, then said, “Nah, I’m not gonna say it.”
I hated when people did that.“You might as well, now that I know there’s something to say.”
Alex sighed and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, clearly resolved but prepping for what he wanted tosay.“Look, I know we’ve only been friends for like three years.So, maybe I don’t know you like this.But I did see what your previous relationship was like and...I think you should be careful.”
I bristled.“What, do you think Charlotte is a gold digger or something?”
