Page 75 of Blue Gold

“Good.” I released his arm, and he was quick to step back. It seemed like he had something to say, but instead, he chose not to, turning around and walking away.

“Is everything okay?” Claudia asked after I returned to the table.

“Yes, but I’m afraid I’ll have to go back to the office. There’s a contract I must work on, and it will probably take all night.”

The ease with which the lie slipped past my lips was frightening. But what was even more alarming was how much I was willing to do just to be with Elliot. It was as if all the fear I’d felt last summer was replaced with an unsettling desire that gave me no rest. I knew it was wrong and unfair to Claudia and our marriage. But then again, I never claimed to be a good person, just an obedient one, and perhaps I’d had just about enough of that.

24

DANIEL

There was something about walking the halls of a hotel past midnight that made you feel incredibly dirty. Perhaps it was because nothing good ever came out of sneaking around, but maybe it was all just my conscience telling me to turn around and go back home to my wife and child. But the same as two nights ago, I ignored those voices in the back of my head and continued chasing my desires. While the circumstances were wrong, the emotions held in my heart weren’t. Feelings I’d suppressed for far too long and which I didn’t want to hide anymore. At least, not from him.

There was still a far way ahead of me before I’d be willing to admit the truth out loud, but tonight could be a start, and no one was more deserving of it than Elliot. Or at least, so I kept telling myself.

Stopping in front of his room, I took a deep breath. Knowing this night could have many outcomes didn’t help to ease my mind. But determined to tell Elliot what was in my heart, I raised my fist to knock on the door when I noticed it was left open. My brows furrowed as my forehead creased with worry. Just in case it was a mistake, I knocked and waited for a response. When it didn’t come, I allowed myself in.

“Elliot?” I called after walking inside, closing the door behind me. The room was completely dark except for the thin strip of light that came from underneath the bathroom door. So he’s in the shower? I considered leaving and spending some time in the lobby until he was done, when the bathroom door opened. My eyes immediately went to Elliot and his almost naked skin with nothing to cover it but a white towel wrapped around his waist. The other night, I didn’t have the time to admire his body, as I was in a rush to claim him, but now, my mouth watered at the sight of his fair skin and defined muscles that seemed to be carved in marble.

“You’re already here,” he said in French, and I realized I was staring.

I coughed before pointing over my back. “The door was open, so I allowed myself in. I hope that’s alright.”

“You didn’t wait for an invitation last time,” he said before slipping off the towel covering his groin and tossing it on the floor.

Fighting the urge to look at his perfect dick, I forced my stare away and focused on the walls as I heard him step closer.

“S-shouldn’t you cover yourself with something?”

“Why?”

I loosened my tie just a bit. “Well, we said we’d talk.”

He huffed a laugh, causing me to look up and meet his amused stare.

“We aren’t going to talk.”

“Elliot—”

“We’re going to fuck.”

I hated the French word for fuck almost as much as I hated it in English.

“I don’t think it’s wise,” I tried saying, but he scoffed.

“I don’t care what you think.”

I frowned at his hostility until he stopped before me. Placing one hand on my shoulder, he tilted his head as his eyes scanned me in detail.

“You’ve had your way thus far… now it’s my turn.” Nudging his chin up, he then grabbed my tie and pulled me closer until his lips were an inch away. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, tightening his grip.

A tremor went through my body at his command, and without knowing it, I found myself kneeling at his feet. Yet, my eyes were still locked with his, almost like I was waiting for permission to proceed.

Elliot didn’t say a word and instead forcefully cupped my jaw. Moving the pad of his fingers over my skin, he slowly brought them to my mouth. My breath shuddered as he slipped his thumb between my lips, and I sucked on it, stifling a groan as I did.

“Non, non, monsieur.” He tapped my jaw. “Keep this mouth open.”

The switch between languages excited me almost as much as his words, causing my dick to stiffen in my slacks. Sitting on my knees in a full suit sure wasn’t comfortable, but not enough to distract me from Elliot. Eager to please and have a taste of him, I opened my mouth, and he slipped his finger out. Next thing I knew, he took his dick in his hand and brought it to my mouth. The head was glossy and pink, tempting beyond words. So, without thinking twice, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth. It had been years since I’d given head, and from what I remembered, I was never a fan of the act. Sucking a stranger’s cock always felt dirty, and to be quite frank, I hated it. I hated it until right that second, when Elliot’s dick pushed past my lips. Still not doing anything, I allowed myself to enjoy the weight of his cock pressing down on my tongue. The odd feeling of fullness was everything I didn’t know I lacked, and when he thrust his hips forward and his cock slid deeper inside my mouth, my balls grew tighter with the sensation.