Splendor(152)

Matthew had been a good friend for several years now, the two men having met at the exclusive private health club they both belonged to. Matthew had, in fact, been one of the very first people Ian had befriended upon moving to San Francisco, and the two of them tried to meet up for lunch as often as possible, given their equally hectic schedules. Matthew was the CEO of a hugely successful software company headquartered in the city, and he was worth billions. Still, he was amazingly one of the most down to earth individuals Ian had ever met, and he considered him a very close friend.

Still, close friend or not, there was absolutely no way Ian was going to recount exactly why he was so wiped out this morning. He’d been woken out of a sound sleep at an ungodly hour of the morning, but he’d have had to be a blithering idiot to even consider complaining about it – not when he’d woken with a groan to find a gorgeous, sexy blonde bent over him, his cock in her mouth as she gave him a very enthusiastic blowjob. And then, when he’d been perilously close to coming, she’d straddled his body, positioning the thick head of his penis at the entrance to her body before impaling herself an inch at a time until he was buried to the root.

She’d looked like a pagan warrior princess as she’d ridden him, her bare, lush breasts beckoning him to touch them, her long hair waving over her shoulders. The merest flick of his thumb against her clit had sent her spiraling into climax, the tight muscles of her pussy squeezing his cock as she came, and he’d spilled himself inside of her hot, welcoming body mere seconds later.

It had been every man’s dirtiest fantasy come true – the ultimate wake-up call – and Ian was really no different than most men when it came down to it. But he was definitely starting to feel the effects of missing out on some sleep this morning, especially when his voracious young lover had also kept him up rather late the night before. Tessa, he thought with a rueful smile, was quickly becoming rather insatiable.

Matthew grinned. “Has anyone told you what a lucky fucker you are? Seriously, almost every guy at the club would cut off their left nut to trade places with you right now.”

Ian groaned. “I’d advise them to hold on to both of their testicles, especially if they have a wife or a girlfriend as – ah, eager as Tessa. Sometimes I wish I had a spare pair.”

Matthew laughed uproariously. “Christ sakes, Ian, just how often are the two of you getting it on anyway?”

“Every single day.” Ian enunciated each word slowly. “Usually multiple times. So far I’ve been able to keep up with her, but I’m half afraid she’s going to wear me out.”

“Well, if you need help keeping your woman satisfied, you can always ask Jesse,” joked Matthew. “When he saw you walk by with Tessa one day last week, he made some predictably crude comment like ‘Dude, I would tap that anywhere, anytime’. And then he finished up by saying it wasn’t fair that you had two sweet rides – first the Jag and now Tessa.”

“Is that right?” Ian’s fist clenched and unclenched, and his mouth tightened in annoyance. “Well, I had already planned on pummeling that young punk into the mat the next time we sparred. Now I might consider upping the ante.”

Matthew grinned, taking a sip of his iced tea. “Yeah? Whatcha got in mind for our young Casanova?”

Ian winked before reaching for his own glass of tea. “Making sure Tessa is present to watch us. And that she’s wearing as little as possible.”

“You’re an evil bastard as well as a lucky one,” conceded Matthew. “But that would serve the little shit right. He does like to flirt, not to mention brag about all the pussy he gets. Though I’m just guessing you’re getting a hell of a lot more action than he is. And I know you’re getting way more than I am. Hell, you probably got more last night than I’ve had in a month.”

The tone of Matthew’s voice clearly betrayed that things weren’t as they should be in his marriage. Ian had met his wife on several occasions, and couldn’t really say if he liked Lindsey Bennett or not. She’d been pleasant enough, if a bit on the flirty and empty-headed side, which hadn’t bothered him nearly as much as the rather careless, off-handed manner in which she treated her husband. Matthew was just about the nicest, most decent man Ian had ever met, and had never allowed his somewhat sudden good fortune to go to his head or change the person he was. The Bennetts had two children, and Matthew was absolutely devoted to them.

Ian frowned. “Everything all right with you and Lindsey? How is your lovely wife, by the way?”