women, I fuck men, but only one of them ever really gets me off. Want to take a wild guess as to who does it for me considering I’ve been with you and Carlie twice now, yet I haven’t cum once?” Without letting me answer, he carried on. “The whole time Carlie was giving head like a rock star, going for it with all she had, I was looking at you. Wishing it was your mouth on me. I had two choices, give you a mind-blowing orgasm, or bend over and beg you to fuck me. We both know I made the right choice and I don’t regret a second. If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t either. If you did, you wouldn’t have let it happen a second time and you definitely wouldn’t have demanded that I suck your cock again. You might not like your thoughts now, but you wouldn’t be here right now if you were able to stop thinking about it.”
Well, shit.
There was a lot to sort through and not enough time, or space, to do it.
“I’m not gay and I’m fucking married,” I reminded him heatedly.
He smirked, “You don’t have to be gay to like getting your dick sucked, Blake. And in case you’ve already forgotten, it was your wife who invited me to your little sexual adventure.”
“Well I haven’t forgotten that detail,” I muttered.
“You still haven’t said why you’re here, Blake. I’m starting to think you don’t even know the answer to that yourself.”
“No, no, I do. I’m here because, because, I’m here to tell you that it will never happen again,” I confirmed with a nod.
“Right,” he said slowly. “I haven’t spoken to you, or Carlie, since the other night. Again, it was your wife who asked for it both times. I haven’t tried to contact either of you and I never said anything about wanting more. So again, why are you really here?”
“Because!” I exploded, standing taller and fisting my hands. “I don’t fucking know, ok! I don’t know. It wasn’t supposed to be like that and I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. You, you’re...you’re a fucking man , for fuck sake! What happened, that’s not ok. You’ve played with my head and I don’t know why or how, but you just need to, to,” I ran my hands roughly through my hair and growled in frustration. “You just need to fuck off, Zach. It’s not ok for you to play with people’s lives like this.”
And it wasn’t ok. His hold was like a prison cell that I couldn’t escape from. Metaphorically speaking of course.
He huffed out a laugh and crossed his arms, still not moving away from me.
“You loved it. Don’t come here, to my gym, to my office and start spouting shit at me because you can’t handle how you feel. It’s not my fault you’re only just opening your eyes. It’s not my fault that you’ve been living under a cloud. You don’t know a single fucking thing about me, Blake. But I know you and I knew everything there was to know before I even met you. It’s not even the thought of what happened that’s confusing you so much, it’s the thought that you know you want it to happen again and again.”
“That’s not, it’s not,” I stuttered, both in fear and in denial of his words.
My pulse increased and my breathing faltered when Zach stepped closer, his hand brushed my thigh and I froze. Did I want him touching me? Even I didn’t personally know the answer to that question. My body seemed to react, my brain had already fled the vicinity.
“You’re already lying and you haven’t even finished your thought,” he accused. “Admit it, Blake. You want me, in every way, and you just don’t know how to handle that.”
I stayed silent.
He whispered, “Admit it,” again.
And I caved.
I fused my mouth against his, kissing him with intensity, with a need I’d never known. The feeling was...strange. But in a really, really good way. My blood roared in my ears and any rational thoughts fled. Thirty-five years old and the best kiss I’d ever had, was my first kiss with Zach. A man.
“You want
Well, shit.
There was a lot to sort through and not enough time, or space, to do it.
“I’m not gay and I’m fucking married,” I reminded him heatedly.
He smirked, “You don’t have to be gay to like getting your dick sucked, Blake. And in case you’ve already forgotten, it was your wife who invited me to your little sexual adventure.”
“Well I haven’t forgotten that detail,” I muttered.
“You still haven’t said why you’re here, Blake. I’m starting to think you don’t even know the answer to that yourself.”
“No, no, I do. I’m here because, because, I’m here to tell you that it will never happen again,” I confirmed with a nod.
“Right,” he said slowly. “I haven’t spoken to you, or Carlie, since the other night. Again, it was your wife who asked for it both times. I haven’t tried to contact either of you and I never said anything about wanting more. So again, why are you really here?”
“Because!” I exploded, standing taller and fisting my hands. “I don’t fucking know, ok! I don’t know. It wasn’t supposed to be like that and I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. You, you’re...you’re a fucking man , for fuck sake! What happened, that’s not ok. You’ve played with my head and I don’t know why or how, but you just need to, to,” I ran my hands roughly through my hair and growled in frustration. “You just need to fuck off, Zach. It’s not ok for you to play with people’s lives like this.”
And it wasn’t ok. His hold was like a prison cell that I couldn’t escape from. Metaphorically speaking of course.
He huffed out a laugh and crossed his arms, still not moving away from me.
“You loved it. Don’t come here, to my gym, to my office and start spouting shit at me because you can’t handle how you feel. It’s not my fault you’re only just opening your eyes. It’s not my fault that you’ve been living under a cloud. You don’t know a single fucking thing about me, Blake. But I know you and I knew everything there was to know before I even met you. It’s not even the thought of what happened that’s confusing you so much, it’s the thought that you know you want it to happen again and again.”
“That’s not, it’s not,” I stuttered, both in fear and in denial of his words.
My pulse increased and my breathing faltered when Zach stepped closer, his hand brushed my thigh and I froze. Did I want him touching me? Even I didn’t personally know the answer to that question. My body seemed to react, my brain had already fled the vicinity.
“You’re already lying and you haven’t even finished your thought,” he accused. “Admit it, Blake. You want me, in every way, and you just don’t know how to handle that.”
I stayed silent.
He whispered, “Admit it,” again.
And I caved.
I fused my mouth against his, kissing him with intensity, with a need I’d never known. The feeling was...strange. But in a really, really good way. My blood roared in my ears and any rational thoughts fled. Thirty-five years old and the best kiss I’d ever had, was my first kiss with Zach. A man.
“You want
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