Page 29 of Mike's Assistant

“You really have a beautiful home,” he said.

“Thank you. I fell in love with it and had to buy it. Hayden and my parents tried to get me to buy a condo downtown, but I always wanted a home,” I replied, opening the door to my bedroom.

Jake paused at the threshold, his eyes taking in the room. A sophisticated palette of black and white graced the walls and furnishings, offering a sense of timeless elegance. The California king bed was draped in luxurious monochrome linens, and opposite, an electric fireplace stood proudly.

The dancing flames cast a warm amber glow across the room. Ambient lighting from modern fixtures set a tranquil mood, and a few carefully chosen art pieces added character, breaking the monochrome with subtle splashes of color. Even the scent in the room—a mix of sandalwood and fresh linen—added to the allure.

“Amazing,” Jake whispered.

I stepped up behind Jake and pressed into his back before whispering in his ear. “I’m glad you like it. I could’ve shown you to the restroom aside the pool, but I wanted you to see my room.”

Jake shivered beneath my touch, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I spun him around and smashed my lips to his. Jake moaned and pressed hard against me. Soon our tongues dueled, and we both savored each other’s flavors. His taste was intoxicating—sweet with a hint of spice. The primal part of me, the lion within, roared with desire. We both needed more.

I groaned low before breaking the kiss before moving us past the threshold and slamming the door behind me with my foot. I grabbed him again, kissing him fiercely. My body thrummed with need, and my cock strained for release.

Jake, for his part, picked up right where we left off, giving as much as he got. This was the best experience of my life. I couldn’t wait anymore. Breaking the kiss once more, I dropped to my knees and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, releasing his slender dick. He wasn’t massive, but he wasn’t small. Perfectly proportioned, framed by a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair.

I peered up at him as he looked down with wide eyes, surprise and shock clear in his expression. I grinned and, in one motion, took him deep into my mouth until I had him fully enveloped. Jake cried out, and his knees shook. Holding him steady, I bobbed up and down, reveling in the feel of his velvet skin sliding over my tongue.

I moaned, the primal need to taste him fully spurring me on. Faster and faster, up and down. Jake’s cries grew louder with a steady refrain of, ‘oh god’. Finally, he groaned loud and grasped my hair, jamming his cock down my throat, causing me to gag. His shaft pulsed, and his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed, greedily drinking him down like it was the last drop of water on the planet.

He relaxed his grip, and I licked him clean before jumping to my feet and pushing him to the floor. I freed my cock and stroked rapidly. It wouldn’t take long. One, two strokes, and I cried out as volley after volley of cum sprayed, covering Jake’s face. He opened his mouth desperately, trying to catch the shooting seed. He didn’t have to; I stroked my cock a few more times, tapping my tip on his tongue and dripping the rest into his mouth.

Jake eagerly licked me, and I shuddered at the sensation. This was the most incredible encounter of my life. I pulled Jake up and kissed him. I moaned as our flavors mixed into something unique. I pulled back and stared into his eyes. He closed his eyes and smiled as I pulled him into my embrace.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, fully sated.

Jake released a breathless laugh. “You definitely don’t play fair. That was the best I’ve ever had. I don’t think I can let you go.”

“Don’t,” I replied instantly, holding him tighter. “Don’t let me go. Never.”

Please, Fate, never let him leave.

Secrets Revealed

Jake

The familiar hum of the engine was the only sound as I drove into work that Monday. My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, betraying my nervous energy. The cityscape zoomed by, but my thoughts were miles away, still lingering on the weekend spent with Mike.

Dropping the boys off at Mrs. Pauly’s had become routine. But today, their goodbyes were peppered with excited chatter about their time with Mike. They were utterly smitten, and honestly, so was I.

Saturday had been… magical. I could still feel the tingling sensation on my lips, the warmth of Mike’s touch, the gentle whispers between passionate moments. But it wasn’t just the intimacy that made it special—it was everything after. The raw connection. The laughter. The genuine joy.

Sunday only heightened those feelings. Mike had invited us back to the pool. At first, I was apprehensive. Would it be awkward after our… momentous evening? But the minute we arrived, any doubts vanished. Mike was a natural with the boys. It wasn’t long before a full-blown splash fight erupted. I watched, heart swelling with affection, as the boys teamed up against Mike, laughter ringing out. Mike took it all in stride, feigning defeat, only to return with a wave of splashes. It was a pure, unfiltered joy—something I hadn’t seen from the boys in a long time.

As I pulled into the parking lot of my office, I shook my head, attempting to shift from weekend bliss to weekday focus. But as I gathered my things and slid out of the car, the echoes of our laughter and the shimmer of sunlight on the pool’s surface continued to dance in my mind. I was in deep, and there was no denying it.

I pushed the car door shut, the familiar click grounding me momentarily. With every step towards the office building, I could feel the weekend’s memories blur, replaced by the looming tasks of the day. That is, until Ryan’s voice brought it all rushing back.

“Looks like someone caught the sun this weekend!” Ryan remarked cheerily as he joined me in the elevator. His smile was infectious, the kind that made even Mondays bearable.

Glancing at my reflection in the polished metal doors, I noticed the telltale redness on my cheeks. Thank goodness for sunburns. “Yeah, spent some time outdoors,” I responded, sounding nonchalant.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Quite a change from West Virginia, huh? Did you take the boys?”

When I first started, and Ryan showed me around, I confided in him about my brothers and parents. Since then, he always asked about them. “It’s a big change. Right now, it’s probably covered with inches of snow up north while I spent the weekend in the pool with the boys… and someone else.”

The elevator bell dinged, signaling our floor. As we stepped out, Ryan gave a playful nudge. “Well, whoever the someone else is, they’ve got you glowing. And I don’t mean just the sunburn.”

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