Chapter Seven

 

I smiled to myself at the feel of a hand lightly draped over my hip. Tate, I thought even before I opened my eyes. Yesterday, after the breakfast episode and the best apology I’d ever had, we had gone through the day without any more fussing. We’d watched movies on the DVD player. We had gone from sharing the couch to me sharing his lap. We kissed, and we petted, much the same thing as we had done last night before falling asleep.

I’d gone to bed a little disappointed that we hadn’t made love but now as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who dominated my thoughts these days, I knew now was the chance to make my move. From the little light that streaked into the bedroom from the drapery at the window, I would bet that it was already morning.

I observed Tate as he slept, trying to figure him out. He was a caring guy and I didn’t doubt that one bit. Not after the way he just assumed responsibility of me, without me even asking. He had secrets too which made me frown. Now as he slept, his face was relaxed and there was even a ghost of a smile on his lips.

Foremost on my mind was what the picture I’d found in the James Patterson novel meant. Were the people in it his wife and daughter? He had looked so happy. What went wrong to push him to live in the mountains alone? I’d spent two days with him already, but it was enough to know that Tate would have never abandoned his family. Not after the way he had taken care of me.

I wanted to know what was behind that story, but I knew enough that he was a private man. He would tell me if he wanted to but if he was dead-set against it, no powers on earth would get him to talk.

A smile tugging on my lips, I removed his hand from my hip and the movement caused him to turn onto his back. Even better for me. I could make out his morning rise and I still hadn’t tasted him yet. I slipped beneath the sheet and crouched over him.

Without using my hands, I covered the head of his cock with my lips. I couldn’t help the moan that reverberated in my throat at the silky feel of him, sliding between my lips. I teased the head of his cock, washing my tongue over the tip.

Slowly Tate became awake. I felt his body stiffen at first before he relaxed. He groaned above me then ripped the sheet from over my head. When he saw me with his cock in my mouth, he threw his head back against his pillow and made a guttural sound.

Cupping his balls, I caressed them with enough grip for it to aid me in pleasuring him. Not too long after, he was thrusting upwards into my mouth. He was too huge for me to take all of him in my mouth, but I damn well sure tried. I gagged, pulling away when his last thrust pushed his manhood past my tonsils. Dripping saliva onto his cock, I rubbed the mess over his shaft and up to the head, massaging him.

I pushed his legs apart and popped his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking before I continued down to his taint. I pressed my mouth to the sensitive area, skating my tongue over the region. Since he made no effort to stop me, I figured he was okay with me rimming him. I could tell from the undisturbed view of his pucker that he didn’t bottom and even if he did, it wasn’t quite often.

It didn’t bother me that he didn’t bottom since I preferred to be assume that position anyway. I loved being the one penetrated and drilled, knowing I was the cause of all that pleasure.

Tate held my head firmly as he hoisted up his legs for me to reach his pucker with better ease. I licked the outer ridges first, dripping saliva into his pucker before sliding my tongue inside. I didn’t do this for every guy but something about Tate made me want to give him a rim job, knowing if done right could be an exquisite feel.

“Enough!” Tate growled at me and pushed his hands under my arms to pull me up his body. “Ride me, Bry,” he murmured, running his hands up my chest as I straddled him. Condom and lube were passed to me and I sheathed his cock as fast as I dared without ripping it. I didn’t know how much of the precious commodity he still had, and I was nowhere near being fully sated by him yet. I’d rather not waste the condoms.

Holding his cock into my hand, I dripped the lubricant over his cock before raising on my haunches, careful not to irritate my ankle which was healing nicely. I moaned as I sat on his swollen member, my heart pounding at how he fit into my bum. I bit my bottom lip and started to move on top of him. I rose then sank back down, taking more and more of him into my ass, until he was fully embedded in my hole.

“Feels so fucking good, Bry,” Tate groaned, reaching behind me to grab the globes of my ass. He tilted me forward to kiss him as he placed his feet flat on the bed and started to move inside me. With his hands, controlling my movement, he thrust in and out of my body, his cock slicing through my passage. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clinging to his neck and hanging on for the ride as his movements intensified.

“Arrggh!” I cried out unintelligibly as I moved along with him. He fucked me hard, penetrating me deep and swiftly. “Oh God Tate, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Tate!”

At my insistent cries, Tate took the challenge and flipped me over onto my tummy, bringing me to my knees. I reached beneath my body to stroke my dick as he rose over me with his feet placed firmly on the bed. With his legs on either side of my hips, he lunged into me hard.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed and jerked.

He chuckled and pulled me back up into the kneeling position. “You said you want me to fuck you, Bry. Now stay still.”

I clutched at the sheet no longer needing to jerk my cock for the impending climax I could feel coming on. Tate’s member felt immense as he drove hard into my ass over and over. He clutched my shoulders to anchor him which only made his thrusts more powerful. I cried out from the intensity of his passion for me, amazed at the things he was able to make me feel.

Our climax was hard when it hit. The stiffening in his body mirrored the reaction of mine as I emptied my seed onto the bed beneath me and he did the same in the condom. I collapsed onto the bed with him heavy on top of me. When we were able to think clearly, he pulled out of me. I was still trying to catch my breath, but he walked through the door leading to his bathroom and returned with a wet towel to clean me up. I lay back and allowed him to handle it because my legs were too weak for me to move anyway.

When he returned to bed beside me, he lay on his side, pulling me to him, so we could spoon. He rubbed his hand over my chest, caressing and tweaking my nipples while he kissed my neck and shoulder.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, licking the shell of my ear.

“Yes,” I said in agreement with a lazy smile. I nestled against him, while he placed an arm around me, caressing my chest and continued kissing my shoulder. The way he kissed told me a lot about him. He was affectionate by nature and I liked that. It was something that was different about him and Keith who would have rolled out of bed already.

“Bryan, can I ask you something?” Tate asked hesitantly.

“Sure,” I replied and leaned back my head so he could kiss me which he did.

“Why did you really come up here in the mountains?” he enquired. “I know you’ve hinted at it but, doesn’t really explain why you’re alone.”

I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I would have to explain the situation.

“I was persuaded into going hiking with my boss,” I started to say, then decided to come clean about it all. “My boss and boyfriend. It’s an annual thing he does with a group of friends from college. All four of them go hiking and relive the glory days but one of them fell ill and Keith asked me to go along with them.”

I felt him stiffen behind me. “You’ve a boyfriend?” he asked, his tone biting.

I turned in his arms to face him. “No, I broke things off,” I replied. “That’s why I was heading down the mountain alone.”

He was silent for a few seconds. “Do you love him?” I bit my bottom lip to prevent my smile. He sounded jealous the way he asked the question.

“I never loved him,” I answered honestly. “He doesn’t love me either. I think one thing just led to another. We work in the same building. In fact, I’m his Personal Assistant and well, things just happened. I need to find a new apartment as soon as I get back to San Diego.”

“You live with him but don’t love him?” Tate exploded in disbelief.

“Keith can be persuasive,” I answered on the defensive.

“Or maybe you’re just too easily persuaded,” he quipped.

“What does it matter now anyway?” I asked him.

“Because earlier you asked me what I wanted,” he returned, shifting away from me. “But it just occurred to me that you may not even have a clue what it is that you want. Why don’t you think about that?”

I stared in shock at his naked ass and broad back as he strolled from the bedroom. Where the hell had this serious conversation come from? And what did he mean that I didn’t know what I wanted? I wanted him but how the hell would that work out when we lived in two different realities? I could not give up my life as I knew it, to stay with a man I’d just met up in the mountains off San Diego.

He was right about one thing. I had been too hasty in shacking up with Keith and would not make the same mistake twice. No matter how good Tate made me feel when he pulled me into his arms for a kiss.