The city whipped past in a blur of lights as the driver took us to wherever the hell Jeff lived. He wasn’t very talkative once we’d gotten into the car, which unfortunately gave me time to think about all of the many, many ways this was going to go wrong.

Because we were going to fuck, no doubt about it. I was OK with that, or at least mostly OK with it, but I didn’t know what it meant for us afterward. Would things be awkward and weird, making it unbearable for us to work together? Or would they go so well that we kept doing it, which might also make it unbearable for us to work together? And more importantly, how could we possibly keep it hush-hush?

No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t think of a good end result. This was a terrible idea all around but god I wanted him, and I think he knew it from the time he sat down at the table. Our conversation definitely hadn’t helped to dissuade me, either. We hadn’t broken our grip on each other’s hands since we got into the car, and every time I dared to look over at him, he’d smile and stroke the back of my hand with his thumb.

It was romantic and corny and eye roll inducing all at once and yet somehow it worked for me. Despite everything I’d said and done to prevent this, despite all of the warnings Joel had given me, here I was in a car, with Jeff Taylor, on the way to his house ‘to have drinks and talk.’ I couldn’t make any sense of it, couldn’t put my finger on any one particular thing that had pushed me over the edge, but I’d definitely been thrown over.

“Stop here,” Jeff barked at the driver and he turned off onto the side of the road. Logan Circle, I thought, recognizing it right away. He would live here. The cab came to a halt outside of a tall building, which I could only assume Jeff lived in.

He passed the driver a wad of cash for a tip without even bothering to look at how much he was handing over and pulled me by the hand out of the car. I’d been cool and collected until then. When the freezing evening air hit my face and I stared up at the twelfth floor of the building, which was no doubt where Jeff’s place was, my heart pounded in my chest.

I still wasn’t sure how I felt about Jeff, so I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d already made a mistake before anything had even happened. Sex can happen between two people without it meaning anything. I say it all the time, I thought as we stepped into the elevator. The lobby had slipped past without me even noticing it.

“You alright?” Jeff asked and when I came back to my senses I was disappointed to find we were the only two people in the elevator.

“Yeah, just a little nervous.”

“You? Nervous? I find that hard to believe,” he said with a smirk as he squeezed my hand, which in my jumble of thoughts I’d forgotten he was holding. That makes two of us, I thought. I looked at Taylor, his blue eyes twinkling, the elevator music seeping into my ears, and took a deep breath. It’s going to be fine, I told myself. Calm down.

“That’s us,” Taylor said, again snapping me out of my thoughts as the elevator stopped on the twelfth floor of the building. He stepped out, pulling me behind him, and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. His was the only apartment on the floor, which wasn’t lost on me. I knew he had money, but I didn’t have any idea he was wealthy enough to be able to lay claim to an entire floor of a building in the District. GNN really had paid him well.

“Wow,” I gasped as I stepped inside. It was massive and had arguably a better view than my own place did. There were no walls except for those around his bedroom, so I could see from the front door where we’d entered, through the kitchen and into the living room. It was covered in black leather furniture in various shades and it was obvious he’d paid someone to decorate because there was no way in hell someone as uptight and stuffy as Jeff Taylor had this much style.

“You approve?”

“It’s phenomenal,” I whispered as I crossed the room to the floor-to-ceiling windows to watch the cars zipping by beneath us. Downtempo music filled the room, coming from speakers I couldn’t see. I turned to find Taylor with his phone in his hand, wearing a devious smile.

“Are you controlling that from your phone?” I asked.

“Sure am,” he said, shaking it at me, his grin widening. “Nothing like some music to set the mood.”

“Gross,” I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

“What?”

“Now I remember why I hated you,” I said and he looked taken aback. “You’re such an old man.”

“Come here and I’ll show you how young I really am at heart,” he said, stepping toward me. Chills raced across my entire body as he approached, a look of hunger mixed with reckless abandon in his eyes that surprised and aroused me. Before I knew what was happening, his arms snaked around me and our noses touched. I smelled wine on his breath as he looked deep into my eyes, and I felt myself swell so fast it almost hurt. I wanted him to keep going and didn’t at the same time.

“So I guess this means we’re skipping the drinks and talking bit, right?” I asked and he laughed.

“I want you so bad,” he whispered.

“Then take me,” I said and he shoved me backward where I collapsed onto his giant leather sofa. He fell down on top of me, gripping my wrists to hold my hands above my head. Though I tried to free them, he kept them pinned down as he forced my legs apart and placed his body between them. The feeling of him, bigger and heavier than me, weighing me down, combined with his strong, calloused palms wrapped around my wrists, pushed a moan out of my lungs.

“Stop,” I said.

“No. I don’t think you want me to. I think you want someone to take control,” he said before kissing my neck and making me whimper. How could he have known my neck was such a sensitive spot? Like an animal, he’d gone right for my jugular and in that instant he was right, I did want to be taken control of, I did want to be used… As much as I didn’t understand it, I wanted to be his.

“I hate you,” I said, my voice finding its strength again as he repositioned my wrists under the control of one of his hands to slip the other up my shirt. “I hate what you do to me, hate the way you make me feel.”

“I hate you more,” he said before he smashed his mouth into mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips. Though I groaned and squirmed beneath him, my body gave in, my cock pulsing against his stomach as he continued to kiss with a kind of passion I’d never seen, not even from my hottest tricks. He wasn’t kidding, he was young at heart—I only hoped he wasn’t as young in stamina.

“God,” I groaned when his lips broke from mine. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going, to take whatever the hell kind of pleasure he wanted from me—and hopefully take away the feelings I had for him along with it. Because as aroused as I was, and as much as I wanted him, I was afraid of what he was doing to me inside. And then he was tugging my pants off of me, my cock bouncing against my thigh as the band of my underwear popped over it.

“Mmm,” he groaned as he gripped it and gave it a few soft, slow strokes. Though they were the smallest of movements, they felt like the earth shaking around me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I threw myself back into the sofa at the sensation of his warm, moist breath caressing the shaft of my cock. His free hand slipped between my legs to stroke the soft patch of skin between my ass and balls before creeping up to cup and massage my tight sac while the very tip of his tongue traced lines back and forth up the underside of my cock, twirling and flicking at the head.

“Oh my fucking god,” I groaned, my hands finding their way to his curls, which they gripped and pulled at. I wanted his mouth around me so badly, wanted to feel his warmth and wetness on the entirety of my cock, to make him gag on the load I was sure to feed him not long after.

“Every part of you is beautiful,” he whispered, his breath giving me goosebumps as it passed between my legs. He lapped at my balls, stroking my cock at the same time. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Then don’t,” I said, using my hands to pull him by the hair from my sac back to the head of my cock. He smirked up at me, his eyes hungrier than they’d been yet, and put the tip of me inside his mouth. It was better than I could’ve imagined, so inviting and silky, and I felt precum ooze out as his tongue flitted across my slit. He forced my legs further apart as my cock slipped deeper into his mouth and shoved his hands underneath me to grip my ass cheeks, using his strength to force me up into his mouth on his down stroke.

“Jesus,” I groaned, pushing down on his neck until the entirety of my cock disappeared into his mouth. He shook his head left and right, humming to himself with pleasure, which only amplified the feeling, until he thrust back and let me fall out of his mouth.

“Fucking hot,” he gasped and I watched his back heaving as he tried to suck down air for the next round.

“Agreed,” I said, gripping my cock to point it back at his mouth. “Open wide,” I said and he did as he was told, so I popped my head back inside and closed my eyes to savor the feeling of his tongue as it swirled circles around me before again, he slipped down the shaft, his nose colliding with my pubes and bouncing back up. Over and over he did this, his pace increasing with each downward stroke, until a familiar tingling began to build in my core.

“Stop, stop,” I groaned, using his hair to try and pull him off of me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was close. Too close,” I gasped, my heart pounding in my ears.

“Then why’d you tell me to stop?”

“I’m not ready.”

“Having too much fun?” he asked, smiling stupidly up at me.

“Something like that.”

“Your turn,” I said and rolled to knock both of us off the couch and onto the floor so that I was straddling him, his swollen cock pressing through his pants against my naked ass. I ground against it and his hands gripped my sides, a growl rumbling in the pit of his stomach.

“Don’t tease me. You might regret it,” he said.

“Or maybe I’ll love it,” I said and he laughed. Still, I climbed off him and tore off my shirt before helping him get out of his clothes. His body was much more defined and, well, sexy than I would’ve ever guessed. His chest was covered in a light dusting of curly, salt-and-pepper hair that came together in a thick line and traveled the center of his stomach before connecting with his pubic hair. His cock was beautiful, uncut and gleaming with precum, thick but not too long—perfect for my purposes.

I fell onto my side, pointing my own cock at his face, and took him into my mouth, savoring the groan that escaped him and echoed across the room. He leaked onto my tongue and the salty taste only intensified my desire, so I forced myself all the way down, admiring the way his sac tightened as the head of his cock collided with the back of my throat.

With a growl, he slipped my cock into his mouth again and we fell into an easy rhythm, our hands exploring and caressing each other’s thighs and asses as our hips rocked back and forth, my cock pulling back from his mouth as his slid deeper into mine. Again I felt the burning in my core so I yanked my cock from his mouth and fell onto my back, gasping for air.

“Close again?” he laughed.

“Yes,” I heaved. “You?”

“Not really, no.”

“How is that even possible?” I asked, honestly impressed and envious. It wasn’t like me to have such a short fuse but something about the moment really got to me. It didn’t help that I rarely did things like this. Typically, it was more of a blow-n-go situation, or maybe a quick fuck and then I hit the road. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d 69’d with someone, much less enjoyed it… And the way Taylor took control, seemed totally in tune with my body and the way I liked things, it was almost like he could read me the same way I could read the emotions on his face.

“Comes with age and experience,” he said, stroking himself. He milked a bead of precum from his cock, which I sat up to lick away.

“Mmm,” he groaned in pleasure. “You like that?”

“Love it,” I said, licking at the underside of his shaft and working my way down to his balls.

“God, that feels so good,” he said, stroking my hair as I tongued every bit of him I could get to.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, licking up from his shaft to his trail of hair until our mouths met again, kissing tenderly this time. When I pulled back, his eyes were wide with surprise.

“You really want that?”

“Yes,” I said—no, begged. I wanted it even more than I realized I did. No, I needed it, needed to feel him fill me up, needed to give myself over to him. “I want you to fuck me. Right now,” I repeated, almost as if to convince him—like he needed convincing. In an instant, the hunger I’d seen in Taylor’s eyes earlier reignited, burning even brighter than it had before, and he climbed to his knees beside me and scooped me up into his arms, which flexed and showed veins in the most surprisingly sexy and masculine way, to carry me to his bedroom.

His massive, king-sized bed was covered by a light blue comforter. He tossed me down onto it and disappeared into the en suite bathroom. I stared at the ceiling, stroking myself to stay hard while listening to him rummage around in one of the drawers in the bathroom. He reappeared a few minutes later with a condom and a bottle of lube, which he shook at me and smiled. I’d been horny many, many times before but it had never felt like this, had never been as desperate as it felt now. He tore open the condom and rolled it onto himself—he was still rock hard, to my amazement—and drizzled a liberal amount of lube onto his cock before giving it a few long strokes to coat it completely.

He tossed the bottle down beside me and I worked my way up to the top of the bed to find a handful of pillows to shove under my head. When I was situated, he climbed on top of me and slithered between my legs, his cock poking at my hole as he forced my knees up to my chin with his strong hands. Reaching over my head, he grabbed another pillow and crammed it under my back to give himself a better angle.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a thick dab onto my fingers and then slipped them between my ass cheeks to soak my hole. It was cold and sent shivers rippling across my body, and Jeff kissed the inside of my thighs as I worked my hole with a finger to prepare it, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow against my tender skin making me quiver.

“Move your hand,” he said.

“What?”

“You heard me. Move your hand. Let me do it,” he said, pulling my hand away from me to replace it with his own. The tip of his index finger traced circles around my entrance and I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to keep some sort of grip on reality as it threatened to slip away from me.

“God, I can’t wait to feel you open me up,” I groaned and I didn’t have to wait much longer, because seconds later he forced his finger inside up to the second knuckle and the breath I’d just taken shot out of me.

“Oh my god!” I gasped, feeling my hole clamp down around his finger in surprise as it tried to adjust to the sensation. He stroked my cock with his free hand while he moved the tip of his finger gently backward and forward, scraping it against the tight bundle of nerves at my core, the center of all of my pleasure. It felt incredible, but I knew it would pale in comparison to the sensation of his cock head ramming it over and over.

“Feel OK?” he asked.

“Feels fantastic,” I said, my eyes still clenched tight. He ceased all movement for a moment, and when I felt less overwhelmed by all of the sensory inputs of my body, I opened my eyes to find him staring up at me, hunger written all over his face. He wanted this as badly as I did, and as I watched his face I realized there was no going back now. I didn’t know what this would mean for the two of us, and I still didn’t quite know or understand my feelings for Taylor, but none of it mattered much. All that mattered, all I wanted, was to feel him taking his desire out on me.

He pulled his finger back gently and the slipping feeling against my insides made me squirm and leak into his palm as he continued to stroke me. After a few more strokes in and out, I had loosened up enough for him to slip another finger in at the same time. The feeling of being stretched made my vision turn white and when his fingertips found my prostate again, I nearly screamed in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” I grunted, gripping at the comforter and sheets. I’d been penetrated many times before this, but it’d never felt this good—nor this intimate. Our eyes locked together and Taylor studied every part of me as he slipped his fingers out until only the tips remained, then gently but eagerly plunged them back inside, forcing another stream of precum out of my cock where it dribbled down his knuckles and into my pubic hair.

“Just do it,” I whispered. “No more games.” He smiled back at me as he gently removed his fingers and guided his cock head to my hole, which he poked at.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“More than ready. Now get inside me before I change my mind,” I said and he laughed.

“Damn, I’ve never been with such a pushy bottom before,” he said, though he again pushed my legs up with one hand, using his other to hold his cock steady as he began to push forward. I took a deep breath to try and relax and allow him inside, and as I stretched I felt all of my inhibitions leaving me with the breath I exhaled.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

“You OK?”

“Fantastic. Are you in?”

“Halfway,” he said and I couldn’t help laughing. If it felt this incredible already, I couldn’t imagine how it’d feel once he was all the way in.

“Keep going,” I said, taking another deep breath while I closed my eyes. My muscles spasmed around his cock but I didn’t care, I knew they’d relax quickly once he got inside. He leaned forward, opening me up further, and a shout escaped me as he buried himself in me. Then I felt his sac against me and knew it was time for what I’d been wanting all along. My eyes shot open to find him hovering just above me, his own beautiful eyes full of something, some sort of intense emotion I couldn’t quite identify.

“Feel OK?” he asked.

“Almost perfect. Just give me some time to adjust.”

“Of course,” he said, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on my forehead. It was the smallest, most innocent gesture, but something about it made my heart swell. I would never have guessed that someone as gruff and no-nonsense as Jeff could be so tender and gentle—but then again, I never would’ve guessed I’d be having sex with him, either.

With him deep inside of me and the look of affection on his face, I felt something shift, almost like it was thawing out—like I was thawing out. For a brief moment, I wondered if this was what it was like to have sex with someone who thought more of you than just a body to connect with, and I wondered if Jeff felt that way about me.

“Give it to me,” I said, the words coming from a place I didn’t recognize. I didn’t know where they’d come from, hadn’t planned to say them, but there they were hanging in the air between us. Jeff’s nostrils flared and his expression changed from tender care to hungry lust, which made my cock surge back to life. He drew back slowly and I gripped his cock unwillingly, the muscles totally out of my control, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” I whispered, barely managing to keep my eyes open through the feelings that seemed to have taken over my entire body. When he rammed back in, his pelvis colliding against my thighs, his cock head smashing into my prostate, I thought I might come right then and there. Precum spurted from my cock onto my abs and sounds poured from my mouth that I didn’t know I was capable of making. It felt so fucking good, rough but not too rough, hitting all of the right places in just the right way, pounding away all of my reservations. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to fight off my orgasm but I knew it was going to be massive when it hit.

Jeff let my legs fall down around him and he wrapped his feet with mine in such a way that with each thrust the soles of our feet ground together. I’d never felt anything like it, something so tender and intimate mixed with the roughness of his thrusting, and it only got more intense when he started kissing and biting at my neck and collarbone.

“Oh my god,” I groaned as I stroked myself.

“Mmm,” Jeff grunted in my ear as he licked at it and sucked its lobe and goosebumps seized my body.

“Fuck me, Jeff,” I sighed as once again his cock head rammed my prostate. “Fuck me good.” Something shifted in his expression again and he fell silent as he began to really give it to me, pulling nearly all the way out and falling back in, over and over again, his pace increasing with each of his thrusts.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I shouted over the creaking and groaning of the bed beneath our weight and movement.

“I’m gonna come,” he groaned.

“Leave it in,” I said, desperate to feel him spasm inside of me.

“Here it comes,” he said and he smashed his mouth onto mine, his body heaving as he soared into orgasm. He wheezed and sputtered into my mouth as his body lurched and jerked with each of his powerful pumps. He’d been uninhibited before but once his orgasm started he really came unhinged and seemed to lose control of himself to his pleasure. I gripped and clawed at his back, our tongues thrashing as he came.

“Shit,” he whispered seconds later, struggling to catch his breath. Our foreheads rested against each other and I noticed the sweat covering both of us.

“How was that?” I asked, kissing him again.

“Out of this world,” he said. “How are you doing?”

“Very well,” I said.

“You close?”

“I could get there.”

“What will it take?”

“Can you keep going?” I asked and he smirked.

“You bet your ass I can.”

“Good. Then get to it,” I said and he drew himself back up, slipping his hands behind my knees to push my legs up into the air.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. I want you to hammer me, show me how much you hate me,” I said and again the look of desire flared on his face. He slammed himself into me, pushing a yelp out of my mouth, and he smirked.

“You like that?”

“Love it,” I said as he drew back to slam forward again. “Oh God, keep going,” I begged and using my ankles as an anchor he started hammering away, going back and forth so fast that my entire body shook from the movement. As his pace increased, so too did my pleasure and it only took a few seconds of it to bring the burning, tingling feeling at my core rushing back.

“I’m getting close. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” I said and though I didn’t think it was possible, he went even faster.

“Let yourself go. Show me how much you hate how good I make you feel, like no one else can,” he shouted over the noise of the bed and our bodies slamming together and that was all it took to push me over the edge.

I barreled into my orgasm and he didn’t slow down, didn’t stop as my body bucked beneath him, shooting my cum all across my chest and his comforter.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

“Yeah, let it out,” he encouraged me and the orgasm continued for what seemed like an eternity, my vision totally white, my chest tight from lack of oxygen until finally it passed and I collapsed back against the mattress, totally spent. My chest heaved as I sucked down gulps of air and my vision swam.

“Hell yeah,” he laughed as he pulled himself out and fell down onto the mattress beside me. He seized my chin and turned my face to his to kiss me, deep and tender yet passionate. I couldn’t find words, could barely breathe, much less speak. Never in my life had I had an orgasm like that and I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time—even if it was with Jeff. Somehow, in that moment between heaven and earth, I thought I might be able to look past all of his quirks and annoyances if it meant I kept getting this.

It wasn’t just a high-octane fuck—though it was definitely that, too—it was something more, something I didn’t know how to explain. It was a connection of sorts, something I’d never experienced before. It scared me for a moment that I’d felt it with Jeff of all people, but the fear disappeared quickly when I realized the truth of the matter was I couldn’t deny my feelings for him anymore—and that I didn’t want to. There was a very thin line between hate and love and we’d just crossed it.

“That was… I don’t even have words for how good that was,” I laughed, still trying to catch my breath.

“Neither do I,” he said as he intertwined his legs and feet with mine. “But I know I can’t wait to do it again.”

“I’m gonna need like a week to recover before I can even think about it,” I said, though it was about as far from the truth as I could’ve gotten. If Jeff had said he wanted to go again right here and right now, I would’ve let him, no questions asked. My insides burned, both physically and emotionally, but it felt so right and so natural like it was meant to be that way, and I didn’t want that tingling to go away. I didn’t ever want to forget this moment.

“Well, to that end, you’re welcome to stay here tonight. I mean, if you want to,” Jeff said, his confidence seemingly vanished. My eyes found his and I searched his face for something, anything to convince me that staying with him would be a bad idea. I found nothing.

“I think I’d like that,” I said with a smile.

“Really?” he asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Yes, really,” I laughed. He smirked and kissed me again, his hand reaching up to stroke my face.

“Do you still hate how I make you feel?”

“Not even a little bit,” I answered and he laughed.

“Good, because I don’t either,” he said and I stared into his eyes. I didn’t know what this meant for us, didn’t know what it made us now, but I found it hard to care. All that really mattered was this moment with the two of us tangled up together, giddy and giggling like two post-coital virgins.

“Be right back,” Jeff said, pecking me again on the lips before climbing out of bed and stepping into the bathroom. The smack of the condom coming off his cock echoed into the bedroom and I couldn’t help laughing when I heard it flop into the trash can. Jeff washed his hands and returned a few moments later. I turned so my back faced him and he snuggled up behind me, the hair on his chest and stomach tickling my back and ass. He pulled me in close to place a kiss on my neck. A few moments later, the sound of his soft snoring drifted into my ear.

With a smile, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.