I shook my head as I followed a few minutes later. My behavior at dinner had been less than professional and I needed to get my shit together to prevent further embarrassment in front of my colleagues. My thin trousers didn’t do much to hide the evidence of my arousal, so I buttoned my suit jacket and hoped for the best as I made my way back to the table.
It turned out that my concern wasn’t warranted, because my table was completely empty when I returned; I was left to wonder just how long I had been in the restroom with Miller. My boss, Paul Bergen, left me a note on the table. He congratulated me on a job well done that afternoon and said he could tell that I had different celebratory plans for the night and he couldn’t blame me. He let me know that my dinner and tip had been covered by the team. Although I appreciated his sentiment, I was still mortified that they thought I might be hooking up in the bathroom. I needed to decide if I approached Paul with an explanation or just let it go. I felt Miller’s eyes on me and I looked up. The heat I saw in his eyes made all thoughts of work dissipate. I gave him a subtle nod and left the restaurant.
The blood hummed in my veins similar to the purr of the engine in my BMW. They both made me feel alive as I eagerly zipped across town to wait for Miller. I gave his name to the guard on duty and drove myself home, where I paced the floors – nearly bursting with anticipation. I began removing my tie, jacket, and vest as I paced, because I had to do something with my hands.
The ringing of the doorbell signaled that I was about to be put out of my misery. I threw open the door and found Miller on my doorstep smiling his cocky, half smile. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside then slammed the door behind him.
We crashed head-on into each other, hands and mouths all over one another. It was the hottest, most feral joining I had ever experienced and I knew it was something I wouldn’t soon forget. I heard the buttons from my shirt bounce all over the hardwood floor of my foyer from where Miller ripped my shirt open. I would have protested, but my breath was stuck in my throat as Miller pressed his kiss-swollen lips to my neck.
“Fuck!” It was the only word I could think and form in the heat of the moment. He had reduced my brain to mush so that I could only act on natural instinct and mine was that of a gutter rat who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted.
I cupped him through his trousers and teased the hard length straining against the fabric. My ass clenched in eager anticipation of feeling that hard length rasping over my sensitive opening. The sharp teeth piercing the delicate skin over my collarbone had me crying out in pain and ecstasy. A voice in my brain cautioned that I was in no way prepared for the night I was about to experience, but I refused to give it audience.
“Heads or tails?” Miller’s whispered question in my ear sent violent spikes of lust straight to my balls. I could have told him right then that he could have me first, but my devilish side wanted him to earn it.
“Tails.” I said naughtily. I reached inside his pocket and made a big show of looking for a coin. In the process, I teased his erection through the thin fabrics of his pocket lining and his underwear. Miller’s teeth grabbed ahold of my ear and bit hard enough to get my attention. I slowly pulled out a quarter from his pocket and held it up for him to take from me.
Miller took a step back from me so he could flip the coin and I immediately missed his heat. He flipped the coin high in the air and it seemed like slow motion as I watched it arc and circle in the air before it descended to land by our feet.
“Heads.” His triumphant voice was paired with a piratical smile. “Take me to your bedroom, RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW.” His demand was made in a raspy growl that had me reaching for his hand and pulling him to my room.
Clothes and shoes went flying in between kisses that lit a bonfire in my soul as we crossed the threshold into my bedroom. There was nothing gentle about the way Miller maneuvered us to my bed or the way he pushed me down on top of it, but neither was it cruel. I wasn’t afraid of him - just the way he made me feel - because even then I knew there was something entirely different between us.
I spread my legs and Miller made himself comfortable between them. I had expected him to ask for the lubricant and condoms to get things started, but he surprised me with more kisses and exploring touches. His hands left a trail of spark and fire in their wake as he learned the contours of my upper body, all the while rubbing his erection against mine.
I wasn’t about to let him have all the fun, so I coasted my hands over the tightly formed muscles of his back until I reached the curved swells of his luscious ass. I grabbed ahold of his firm cheeks with both hands and pulled his hips tighter against me. I felt our combined pre-cum drip onto my stomach and it caused me to leak even more.