Better Than Home: Better Than Good Novella

“Now.”

“Gah, I love it when you get bossy,” he moaned.

I didn’t have a comeback. My priorities had shifted drastically in less than a few minutes. I‘d gone from bleary-eyed and desperate for caffeine to wide awake and desperate for Aaron. I literally shook with need as I uncapped the lube, coating my fingers before slipping a single digit in his hole.

I have to admit, there was very little romance involved. This was hunger…pure and simple. The manic kind that hit out of nowhere, demanding instant satisfaction. It usually led to wild monkey sex, so no complaints here. And when Aaron pushed a finger alongside mine, I knew he was more than on board.

“Was this what you wanted?” I asked in a gravelly voice as I massaged his prostate.

“Ungh! Yes. No.”

“Which is it?” I loosened my tie with my non-lubed hand and pulled it over my head, dropping it on the floor next to my coat.

“Yes, yes. I want you.”

I gave him a crooked grin, then bent to lick his balls, twirling my tongue around one, then the other. When Aaron let go of his dick, I took over, swallowing him whole. I bobbed my head, sucking and licking his shaft as I finger-fucked him. He arched into my mouth and rode my hand, chanting my name like a prayer, begging for my cock.

Trust me, my cock felt the same. It was still trapped and throbbing behind my zipper. I was light-headed with desire. It felt like all the blood in my body was pumping to my crotch. But damn, I loved sucking him. I’d become very good at it over the years. I could make him come like this and edge myself. Cruel, but sometimes anticipation made sex better than ever.

But not today. I couldn’t torture myself like that.

I released him with a pop and stood. I wiped my hands on the sheet and unzipped my trousers, shoving them down my legs along with my boxers. My cock sprang forward like a jack-in-the-box, which might have been funny if I wasn’t so strung out.

I slathered lube on my length and added more to his hole, then drew the tip of my dick over his entrance. It was a terrible tease. He was so hot and so ready, legs open wide in a not-so-subtle invitation to take what was mine.

And with that last thought, I slid inside my man, past the tight ring of muscle until I bottomed out. I draped myself over him, bracing my hands on either side of his head.

“This was not supposed to happen, you know,” I chided, pulling out halfway.

Aaron shot a mischievous grin at me as he wrapped his legs around my waist. “Oops. My bad. I volunteer to take your suit to the dry cleaner if you—oh! Mmm, that’s good, Matty.”

“If I what?” I prodded, easing slowly in and slowly out again.

He whimpered softly and slipped his hands under my shirt, then over my bare ass. “If you get cum on your—oh, fuck, more. Please. More.”

Well, he did say please.

I upped the tempo, showering him with a litany of praise of the “you’re so tight and so fucking beautiful” variety. It was all true. Aaron Mendez-Sullivan was the most beautiful man on the planet. I’d thought so the day we met, but now more than ever. He was mine. He gave himself to me in every way possible. His time, his thoughts, his body, his heart. And I fucking worshiped him.

I loved his sharp mind, his quirky sense of humor, and his diva tendencies. He was fabulous, confident, and sexy as fuck…and he knew it. Which made it pretty much impossible to resist him. Who cared if I was at the office at the crack of dawn? This was where I belonged.

Right here, inside him.

I shifted my hands to his shoulders and pumped faster. My belt buckle clinked noisily as I moved, keeping time with the squeak of bedsprings and our labored breathing. I would have loved to step out of my shoes and suit pants and climb on top of him, but I couldn’t stop.

He was right. The contrast between his nakedness and my mostly clothed state added a whole other element of sexy. I tweaked his nipples, my nostrils flaring at the glint of his silver piercings—a welcome souvenir from his time in New York City. Then I glanced down at where my crisply starched shirt rustled against his fist as he jacked himself. Fuck, that was hot. I mean, it was gonna be a mess, but it was hot.

And that was probably my last cognitive thought before my rhythm faltered and my orgasm came for me like a runaway freight train.

“Aar, I’m gonna—” I covered his body, burying my face in his neck as I fell apart.

“Me too. I’m close. I’m…”

I sucked in air, trembling in the wake of a pleasure avalanche that left me limp and spent and kind of useless. But this wasn’t over. I straightened slightly, my cock still hard inside him, his hand beating furiously between us.