Better Than Home: Better Than Good Novella

He rested his arms on my shoulders and nuzzled my neck. “Mmm. And you smell yummy too.”

So did he. There was something crazy hot about my warm, sleepy lover with his dark hair sticking up in all directions, wearing silky boxer briefs and nothing else, that made my cock twitch hopefully. Nope. Not this morning. I hadn’t worked at all over the weekend. I needed an early start today.

I kissed his stubbled jaw and nibbled his ear. “Call me later. I have to go.”

“Me too,” he mumbled, trailing his fingers over the long row of buttons on my white oxford shirt. “My two weeks of freedom are over. First day back at my old job.”

“I thought that was tomorrow.”

“I want to sort out my office before I jump into things. I figured I’d do it today and get the awkward over. However, I was told there would be bagels in my honor, so it should be fine.”

“Your coworkers love you. It’s going to be great,” I assured him.

“Great might be overselling it, but it’ll be okay. In the meantime, I have an issue.”

“What is it?” I asked, smoothing his hair from his forehead.

Aaron flopped onto his pillow, pushed the duvet aside, and pointed at his morning wood peeking over the elastic of his boxer briefs.

“This.”

“Aar…”

“Oh, it’s okay. I can take care of this myself. It’s just so…” He curled his fingers around his shaft through the silky fabric and stroked—once, twice. At each pass, the boxers lowered a teensy bit more, revealing the precum-slicked tip and half of his thick cock. “Hard.”

I gulped.

My gaze flitted over his thumb gliding lazily across the glistening head to his front teeth pressed into his bottom lip. And in between was all that gorgeous toned, smooth olive skin. My dick swelled and pulsed against my zipper like an insistent solicitor who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

But I didn’t have time for sex. I had a huge new government contract on my desk and two others that needed my attention. If I wanted to make partner this year, I had to stay on the ball and keep my eye on the prize…and my husband’s cock.

No, wait. I could be strong.

“Aar, I need to go. I’m sorry, I—”

“Oh, don’t apologize. I’ve got this.” He lifted his hips and whisked the silky fabric off, tossing it somewhere over my shoulder and kicking the duvet to the edge of the mattress.

He looked like an underwear model gone rogue or a fallen angel spread shamelessly on a canvas of rumpled white sheets. So fucking pretty. I didn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t. I was mesmerized and not a little jealous of his palm, languidly sliding over his pole. He watched me through hooded eyelids as he opened his legs.

I set my hand on his inner thigh, unthinking. “God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered reverently.

Aaron purred. “I was thinking the same thing about you. Something about you in a suit drives me a little wild. Total fantasy material. I could come just thinking about you completely dressed while I’m…not. In fact, I need to come.”

“Aar…”

He pumped his shaft, digging his heels into the mattress as he worked himself over. “Go to work, Matty. This won’t take long. Especially if I think of something nasty like that time we almost broke the chair in your office. Remember that? You were completely dressed, just your cock poking out of your fly. You told me to strip, sit on your lap, and…mmm.”

Oh, fuck.

I licked my lips, my heart beating a wicked tattoo while my dick threatened the integrity of my Armani trousers. There was no point in pretending I was going anywhere now.

I splayed my palm wide as I pushed his knees open and trailed my fingers to his clean-shaven balls, rubbing the underside with a featherlight touch. He must have known what I was after. Or maybe he was trying to see how long I’d last before I either spontaneously combusted or tore my clothes off and dove on top of him.

No, I could be strong. I didn’t have to fuck him. I could help him jack off like I was doing a good deed or something; then we’d both start the day off with a bang. I wouldn’t even get behind schedule. But when he lifted his knees to his chest, proudly showing off that beautiful puckered hole, I knew I was in trouble.

He kept a steady rhythm on his cock with his right hand as he sucked his middle finger on his left. He made sure he had my attention when he tapped his entrance.

“Oh, my—stop. That’s mine,” I growled, standing quickly to shake off my suit coat and unbuckle my belt.

I grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer, motioning Aaron to scoot over to face me.

“Matty, you don’t have to—”