Quarantine Pet - His Pet
“Oh, my God,” grunted Jack. “I think I’m going to cum.”
I slid off and started sucking him off. It wasn’t enough that I would feel it. I had to see and taste his cum. This moment now was what I needed. There was no more accurate gauge of a guy’s attractiveness toward you than to see them cum. You know they are getting off. It’s honest and real.
He exploded, shooting a blast of cum past my face and over my head. A streak of seed was left across my eye and forehead. Then another pump and I had leaned forward, catching the next squirt against the roof of my mouth. Its salty, warm goodness filled me with joy. Then I put my mouth over the head of his cock, sucking out the rest as it pumped down my throat.
“Oh! Oh, fuck! Holy fuck!” Jack exclaimed. “Jesus fucking Christ, that’s good!”
No more of his seed would be wasted. I sucked out the rest of it until his dick started to go a little limp. Then I tickled his cockhead with my tongue, stimulating him a little further. He shuddered in joy, experiencing post-orgasm quakes. It gave me great pleasure to see the expressions on his face.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Chapter Seventeen – Jack
The next three weeks were like a honeymoon between Sandra and me. While the country started tearing itself apart over the virus and then riots, we were locked away from it all. We’d occasionally talk about it, but mostly we were too busy getting lost in each other’s eyes.
When I awoke in the morning in Sandra’s bed with her head on my shoulder, it was an experience that I began to enjoy significantly. I had something to look forward to, and she had the comfort and protection she wanted. She didn’t know it, but it had been over ten years since I gave myself to someone like this. It was a big step for me.
Still, I had avoided having her come to my bedroom. I wasn’t quite ready for this morning bliss to happen there, but baby steps. For a moment, I thought I had lost her or pushed her away, but something deep down told me we’d end up together again. That I was just fighting against the inevitable.
The work had slowed but hadn’t stopped. Mergers are a complicated business, but because most of our smaller clients had stopped doing business altogether. It was somewhat easier to push the merger ahead, even while working from home.
“How you been, boss?” greeted Kelton. “You know, you’ve been unusually cheery these pay few days?”
“Have I?” I asked. “Guess that’s because the merger is almost over.”
“Well, that and your engagement, I assume.”
Word travels fast even when no one’s going to the office.
“Congrats, by the way,” Kelton added. “You guys pick a date yet?”
“No. I thought things were settling down, but now with these riots…”
“Yeah, it’s crazy,” added Kelton. “People are marching everywhere. I mean, it has to be that so many people are out of work too, right? It’s like a perfect storm.”
“The lawsuits that will come out of some of this,” I thought aloud. “We’ll have plenty of business in the coming years. DeBlasio has lost his damned mind.”
“Our mayor? Yeah,” agreed Kelton. “I mean, how can he not apply the law equally? That’s basic!”
“Yeah, and with the tax base in Manhattan? It was already eroding, even before that Congresswoman drove out Amazon,” I noted. “I can’t imagine what the budget shortfall is going to be for this year. Or how he’s going to pay for it.”
“Give you one guess,” said Kelton. “The missus and I are thinking of moving when this is all over.”
“What? You mean to one of the outer boroughs?” I asked.
“No, I mean out of New York and New York state,” confessed Kelton. “I hear there are great opportunities down around Kentucky and Tennessee. This city, I don’t know how I can raise my kids here.”
“Yeah, I don’t blame ya. But this should all die down in a few weeks, right?” I suggested.
“That’s what they said about the virus,” he sighed. “It never seems to end.”
“Anyhow, let me go. I’ve got the partners calling me later,” I said. “I think the merger might finally coming to an end.”
“Uh, oh. Do we even have enough work after that?” he asked. “Or should I just type my resignation now?”
“Hang on,” I said. “I’m sure we’ll find something for everyone to do.”
I got off the phone with Kelton, and the partners texted me for a meeting. Cam Tech was finally ready to sign the papers. With the riots, they were worried that if they didn’t push things forward, people might get cold feet. The Brothers were happy with my work, but…
“One other thing,” William added before ending the call. “We assume you’ll have a date for marrying our cousin soon? I mean, your impending nuptials, you haven’t been lying just to avoid an HR disaster, have you?”