Better Than Friends (23 page)

“I suppose not. I know Jay likes old movies. I remember him attempting to put me in a catatonic state over the deep meaning and historical significance of
Gone with the
freaking
Wind
.” Jack gave a disgruntled huff, but once again I noticed the laughter in his gaze. There was no malice in his words, just teasing observation.

I chuckled softly. “Jay and I have had many intense discussions about old cinema. He’s knows his stuff.” I paused before adding, “He’s a good man. Is it ever weird to—”

Jack held up a hand to stop me from continuing. “Jay’s a great guy, but we’re not going down that avenue tonight, okay? We can talk Peter, Jay, and my infamous role of ‘the ex’ another time. I’m wondering something entirely different.”

“What’s that?”

“How much longer do we have to be on the dinner portion of the date? When do we get to go back to my place?” He affected a very casual tone, which he dropped dramatically as he held my gaze. “There is something about you in that suit that’s been driving me fucking crazy all night. When do we get to the clothing-optional part?”

The waiter passed by our table at that exact moment. I swallowed hard but had the presence of mind to reach out and touch his arm to get his attention.

“Check, please.”

I
LEFT
my car at the restaurant. Even though it meant I’d have to backtrack later that night, I couldn’t resist the temptation of getting behind Jack on his big Harley. When we walked out through the crowded space to the street, he kept close by, his arm or fingers brushing against mine as though he needed to touch me. He didn’t hold my hand, but I had a feeling if we were in a different part of town, he would have done so, both for the physical contact and to stake his claim. I didn’t mind. It was a heady sensation to be the sole object of Jack’s desire.

I clung to him tighter than I normally would on the ride back to his place. I wrapped my arms low around his waist, sometimes brushing the upper part of his thick, muscled thighs. I pressed my chest against his back and let the vibration from the engine echo through my body. By the time we reached his place, I was keyed up and feeling a little reckless.

Jack drove down his street and pulled into an alley entrance, stopping outside a huge steel garage door. He tapped in a code and waited for the door to slide upward enough for us to pass through. Once we were inside, he killed the engine and gracefully dismounted, giving me a hand to do the same. A brief glance around told me we were in his shop. Motorcycles in various stages of repair filled the space. There were stations divided into neat working areas, some of which had elevated platforms. Each section was well equipped with parts and tools. The garage wasn’t huge but it was deep, and a lazy glance around the exceptionally tidy area told me there had to be at least thirty bikes being worked on.

Jack rolled his bike in front of a windowed corner office located on the opposite end of the garage. He stored his helmet and reached over to unfasten mine. I’d forgotten I was still wearing it. I’d been too busy checking out Jack’s shop. I knew this was where he spent most of his time. He loved the bar but he always made a point of talking about the great management he’d hired there. He stopped by a few times a week, but he wasn’t there daily, nor did I think he wanted to be. This garage, jam-packed with the old and weathered or the gently worn but broken… this was his passion.

He turned to me, offering a shy grin as he pulled me into the office. Our chests met with a force that stole my breath for a moment. Jack ran the fingers of his right hand through my hair in a sweet, tender gesture while his other kneaded my ass through my linen-blend trousers. He nudged my nose with his and licked a line across my lips, requesting immediate entry before he plunged his tongue inside my mouth, probing and demanding in a forceful assault. He backed off slightly and eased the pressure between us, turning his aggressive advance into a truly passionate kiss. My limbs felt like jelly. I wondered if I’d be able to stand on my own if he weren’t holding me.

“Fuck, Curt. I want you so fucking bad.” His low voice was graveled with need.

I couldn’t speak, so I nodded into his shoulder as I reached around to cup his ass and bring his pelvis forward to meet mine. Jack growled and pushed me back slightly to lean on the large modern-looking steel-and-wood desk in his small office. I got the idea we were staying here and gave a panicked look at the windows open to the garage. Jack caught my eye and took my chin in his hand, turning me to face him. His stare was intense and a little demonic. Without speaking one word, he was conveying a sure message. Trust me. I’m in control.

I gulped and reached forward with trembling fingers to unbutton his shirt. Jack grasped my hand firmly and shook his head.

“No. We’re doing this my way. Shhh. Don’t say a word. You don’t know… you’re here wearing this fucking sexy suit. I… you are like a fantasy come to life.”

My eyebrows shot to my hairline and I giggled like an idiot. I was still dressed for work and had sat in meetings or at my desk for twelve hours straight before meeting this deliciously hunky man in his perfectly pressed shirt, covering his insanely hot tattooed body, and his designer jeans, who could certainly be considered fantasy material. Me? Not so much. Jack cocked his head and gave me a fierce scowl.

“You’re killing my moment here, Curtis.”

“Sorry, but c’mon, me?”

“Yeah, you. I told you I have a thing for suits. Feel this.” He grabbed my palm and ran it over the outline of his erect penis through the thick fabric of his jeans. “I’ve been strung out sitting across from you during dinner, and don’t think I didn’t notice you draping yourself over my back like a fuckin’ monkey on the ride here. You make me nuts. I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless.” His ragged breath and the tension visible in his arms told me he was serious. “And… I want you to keep the suit on. Got it?”

“Uh….”

“No talking. Just nod your head yes.”

My mouth was dry. I licked my lips and swallowed hard, nodding in acquiescence.

Jack began to slowly undo his buttons. I reached out to help him and got my hand smacked for my effort.

“No. I’m calling all the shots.” He pointed his finger at me in warning as I opened my mouth to speak. “I said no talking, but here’s another rule: do only as you’re told. Follow my orders, follow my lead.”

I wanted to protest and thought I really should be angry at his high-handed bossiness, but for some reason everything he said and the tone in his voice did nothing but excite me, and in a strange way, it calmed me. Opposing emotions, I know, but the control freak in me was oddly grateful to give up the reins. Jack was strong, confident, and underneath the short leash he currently held on his passion, I knew I could trust him. So I inclined my head again and took a deep, cleansing breath.

Jack’s grin was wide and wicked. His fingers made quick work of his shirt, exposing his smooth, toned torso and giving me a delicious peek at his beautiful body art. I reached out instinctively, and once again he slapped my hand.

“You have a hard time listening, don’t you?” He kissed my palm softly and moved his hands down to work on his belt buckle. I sat as still as possible but I yearned to touch him. This was torture.

The sound of a zipper had me practically salivating. I licked my lips again and looked up to meet Jack’s eyes darkened with desire. He opened his jeans and slid them down his hips, exposing that delectable V trail leading straight to one thing I wanted more than anything in recent memory.

“On your knees, baby. Come suck my cock.”

My nostrils flared in anticipation, my hands were damp, and my heart thundered so loudly I was sure he could hear. I held eye contact for as long as possible before I dropped slowly to my knees on the concrete floor and waited for his next command. Jack pushed his jeans over his ass a little further and freed his heavy, thick cock from the confines of his boxers.

“Get to it, honey. Show me what you can do.”

I glanced up at Jack from my place between his legs and stuck my tongue out to lick the moisture gathered at the tip of his perfect dick. I heard him groan somewhere above me and felt his hands at the back of my head pulling me forward, urging me on. He wanted more and he didn’t want to be teased with catlike licks. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of him in my mouth as possible. God, he tasted incredible. The slightly musky tang of his precum coupled with the natural manly scent of his skin was a powerful aphrodisiac. I was painfully aware of my own erection, and my hand flew naturally to my belt buckle only to have my face pulled away immediately from Jack’s rigid cock.

“Stand up.”

He helped me to my feet and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. His hands were everywhere. He moved them inside my jacket, splaying his long fingers firmly over my upper back. I tried to step back so I could remove the garment, but he kept me close, running sure hands over my ass and forcing my pelvis forward, grinding his naked, hard penis against my clothed one.

“Please, Jack.” I wanted more skin. Only his cock and a small bit of his chest were exposed. Jack held me tighter still.

“I said no talking.” He slid his shirt over his shoulders. He was anyone’s fantasy come true. Imposing and dignified, with his godlike, perfectly toned abs. His jeans were low on his hips, and his beautiful cock stood out straight and proud. “It’s not easy letting go, but tonight you’re going to give me everything. Turn around.”

I hesitated for a moment, not because I didn’t want to obey, but because I wanted to see him and hopefully touch him.

“Go on, Curtis. Don’t make me say it again.” The humor in his voice made me smile inside. I bit the inside of my lip to keep from laughing and turned obediently to face the desk. I leaned forward on my hands and looked up to see… the reflection on the windows that peered out into the garage beyond. They worked as well as any mirror, especially since it was dark. I could watch Jack moving behind me, and yes, he could watch me. I didn’t hide my smile this time. Jack had staged this. And it was really fucking hot.

“Unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants, but do not shove them down your legs, you hear?” I nodded once. “Good boy.”

Jack stepped back from behind me. I undid my belt and zipper quickly, listening to the sounds of him opening and closing a drawer nearby. Then he was back. I looked up to meet his eyes in the window’s reflection just as his right hand dove inside my boxer briefs to pull out my rock-hard prick. I shivered at his touch, loving the feel of him behind me, surrounding me, holding my flesh in his hands.

“Damn, you are so beautiful. I….”

I held as still as possible, listening to the deep timbre of his voice while he stroked my cock in a slow, sure rhythm. He pushed me lower on the desk so I couldn’t see our images in the window any longer, but it was his voice that held my attention. He spoke dirty words about the nasty things he wanted to do to me. The porn-star talk was a turn-on, but it was his tone that made me wild. I was having a difficult time standing still. I heard a bottle top open finally and felt the cool sensation of lube on my bare skin as Jack liberally coated his fingers, wrapping his right hand tightly around my dick while his left worked on stretching my hole. I had been so ready for so long. When the first digit breached my entrance, I wiggled back, encouraging him to keep going. I was so fucking horny. I didn’t want to waste any more time.

Jack chuckled softly behind me and made a comment about nothing happening until he was good and ready. I shoved my body up on my elbows and gave him a death glare in the window reflection. Jack laughed and caressed my ass before slipping a second finger inside. My breath caught. I heard the sound of a condom being unwrapped, and then he was inside me, slowly, a mere inch at a time, sweetly talking as he petted and stroked me, hands moving over my ass and down my thighs.

“Look at us, honey. Tell me that isn’t the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever seen.” He gently turned my head to look to my left where our joined bodies were clearly reflected in a portion of the glass I hadn’t noticed yet. Jack, with his glorious tattooed arms and his naked torso on proud display, jeans hung low on his hips, allowing room for his sheathed cock to move inside me, while I was completely dressed in one of my best Zegna navy blue suits with a white Oxford-collared shirt. Because of how my suit coat fell over my ass, I couldn’t clearly see Jack’s body penetrating mine. But that was the turn-on. It was happening. I could feel him moving deep inside me, holding my hips as he fucked me with renewed force. The picture we made obviously was a major turn-on to him too. This was his fetish. He’d told me so weeks ago. Having any part of making his fantasy become reality was exhilarating. His hands roamed up my back to my shoulders and one of them snaked around to cover my neck. He pulled me up off the desk and wrapped me in his arms, never breaking the incessant tempo with his hips as his tongue searched for my mouth. We kissed and licked at each other in a sloppy attempt to get somehow closer.

“Jack, please….”

“What, honey? You ready to come?”

I nodded. Jack pushed me forward again and pushed both of our pants out of his way. Now our image looked like any good gay-porn office scene. Jack grabbed my hair hard and pounded his body into mine, his rhythm faltering as he closed in on his release. I reached down to finish myself off, but he beat me to it. His tight hold on my turgid member accompanied by his steady fucking motion was my undoing. I came violently, shaking through the throes of my orgasm. Jack was right behind me. He roared as he clutched at me for support while his body convulsed and trembled.

We stood like that for a long minute, waiting for a resurgence of energy that would enable us to disconnect and re-dress. I felt Jack move first, gently pulling out of me. I couldn’t move. I stayed where I was until I felt a cool cloth on my ass. I flinched and straightened, but was still slow to shift my weight.

“C’mon, honey. Let’s go upstairs.”

I leaned into Jack as he pulled me by the hand away from the desk, through the garage, and into a corridor leading upstairs to his private quarters. He shut lights off along the way and reset alarms diligently, but he never let go of my hand. I wondered about the power he had over me. I wasn’t the type of guy who easily complied or conformed. In fact, I was used to going against the grain and assuming I wouldn’t have anyone on my side. Giving up even the smallest bit of control was a huge deal for me. I think Jack knew it, but neither of us was ready to contemplate what any of this meant.