Justin complied.
Antonio knelt between Justin’s legs and flicked his tongue out over the bulbous head in front of him, licking off a drop of precum. The salty taste on his tongue and the warm pulsing in his hand blew his imagination out of the water.
He took Justin in his mouth, and growled when Justin hissed with pleasure. If Antonio edged off at the right times, could he drag this moment out for a while? He was willing to try. He caressed Justin’s sac, as he sucked and stroked his cock. Justin thrust his hips, grinding in time to the attention.
“Are you hard?” Justin asked.
Antonio pulled back long enough to say, “As a rock.”
“Show me.” Justin’s tone left no room for argument.
Antonio stood and unzipped his slacks. Justin’s gaze scorched his skin everywhere it fell. When Antonio worked his dick free, Justin grabbed his own loosely, never taking his eyes from Antonio’s crotch.
“I want to watch you jerk off.” Gravel ran through Justin’s voice. “Sit down and go slow.”
Antonio complied without question. He dropped into a nearby seat and worked the length of his rod.
“Run your thumb over the head,” Justin ordered.
Antonio sank into the words. It took what little focus he had, not to speed up. He didn’t know which aroused him more—watching Justin mimic his movements, or that his self-care was turning Justin on.
Antonio pumped faster with each passing minute. Living this moment, one he’d fantasized about for so long, made it impossible to hold back.
“God. This is fucking intense, watching you.” Justin’s voice had dropped an octave, and his words were raw. “I want to see you come. Sticky and wet.”
The request—command?—was enough to push Antonio over the edge. His eyelids fluttered, and he tilted his head back, sinking into the orgasm, as bright lights danced in front of his eyes.
He heard Justin’s groans. They were as vivid as any time the two of them shared with Emily, and—Christ—they were better than a daydream. Antonio looked up to see Justin climax, coating his hand with jizz and not stopping until he was spent.
Antonio sank back into his seat, spent. For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was of them trying to catch their breath. He didn’t dare look at Justin. What was he supposed to say after something like that? As much as he wouldn’t mind cuddling, it didn’t seem appropriate.
“That was incredible.” Justin’s words shattered the silence and Antonio’s creeping doubt. His voice was closer than Antonio expected. “Exactly what I needed and wanted.”
Antonio watched Justin kneel next to him, box of tissues in hand. Justin cleaned Antonio’s cock gently, squeezing enough to tantalize without hurting. Pleasant chills raced down Antonio’s spine with each touch.
Justin stood and tossed the tissues away, as Antonio did up his slacks.
“Can you think now?” Antonio asked.
“Better than in ages. That was like magic. We’re good, aren’t we? You and me?”
Better than ever. “We’re great,” Antonio said aloud.
Justin grinned. “Then let’s plot out what we’re saying to the board tomorrow.”
This wasn’t quite as clear an ending as Antonio wanted. It lacked any sort of closure or commitment, but it was a good starting point. As long as things were stable with Justin, he was happy.
A new thought flitted into Antonio’s head. He wished Emily weren’t gone. Odd thing to think of, after living one of his ultimate dreams. But it made sense he was concerned about her.
Then why did the random thought fill him with apprehension and leave him conflicted?