The penthouse

Damien

I pour all my focus into the merger with the Brookes as that should be finalized before the wedding, I kept giving about going for the portrait sitting..

Anastasia needs my half of the sitting finished, and since I’ve apparently made myself impossible to schedule with at the house, Lucas comes to me instead, sketchbook under his arm, professional and distant in a way that shouldn’t feel like an accusation and does anyway.

My assistant informs me of his arrival and I I told her to send him in. It’s been over a week since I last saw him he sets me up to sit and get to work for the first twenty minutes we don’t talk beyond the necessary.

“You didn’t bring your assistant,” I say finally, because I can’t help myself.

“Marcus had a shoot.” He doesn’t look up from the sketch. “Why, did you miss him?”

“I don’t like him.”

“You don’t like him?” Or “You didn’t like watching him near me.” Lucas’s hand stills on the page. “There’s a difference.”

I don’t answer that, because there isn’t a version of the answer that doesn’t say more than I’m ready to say. But he’s looking at me now, sketchbook forgotten, and the distance between us in this room is suddenly the only thing I can think about.

“I said things to you,” I say. “At the house. I didn’t mean…”

“You meant them enough to say them.”

“I was scared.” It comes out rougher than I intend, more honest than I’ve let myself be about any of this. “I still am. That doesn’t make it right, what I said to you.”

Something in his face softens, just slightly, just enough. “Ethan…”

Whatever he was going to say, I don’t let him finish it. I close the distance instead, and we found each other I realized I missed him… the kisses so intensed I grab his ass ummm he moans Fuckk I love hearing him moan… I grab his shirt unbuttoning them kissing his neck I didn’t even realize when my trousers had come undone ahhh I groan as his hands grabbed my dick, I kissed his bare hairless chest pinking and sucking on his nipples while he strike my dick.

This time as he went down on me I don’t stop him, his warm soft lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, umm he sucks on it like a pro grabbing my ass as I thrust fucking his mouth he’s eyes staring into mine he didn’t break the eye contact and it turns me on more… uhhhh his fingers slipped into my ass fuckkk I moaned as I thrust faster and deeper cumming and filing up his mouth bits of my cum slips rolling out his mouth the sight of that… I pull him up grabbing him by his neck chocking him slightly

“You’re mine now” don’t you dare play games with me

“Yes daddy” we share a deep passionate kiss.

“Come to my penthouse,” I say against his temple, low, like it’s a decision I’ve already made and I’m only now telling him about it. “Not the house. Somewhere that’s actually mine.”

He pulls back just enough to look at me, searching for the catch, the retreat that came last time.

“I mean it,” I tell him. “From now on”.