Falling for Mr Corporate Page 3

  “What?” he barked out at me in that gruff way of his.

  “Uh nothing,” I replied, looking away from him. “Put me down, will you? I was going to take a shower.”

  “Hang on.” I couldn’t say I was surprised when he brought me to the bathroom. I figured Tate for this type of man with a take-charge attitude and, it was useless for me to protest.

  “You don’t have to act so macho, you know,” I told him when he walked into the bathroom and lowered me to my feet.

  “You know you love it,” he smirked at me.

  I was amazed that he was able to tease, although the mask came back over his features immediately.

  “Call me when you’re through,” he stated, retreating from the bathroom.

  I watched him go with a frown. I was wondering if I had made a mistake. I had been inclined to believe he had shaved for my benefit but now I wasn’t so sure. He had the opportunity to join me in the shower if he had wanted to but he had chosen to leave instead.

  Feeling disappointed, I set about getting to my morning routine. This was all for the best anyway. It couldn’t be wise for me to be more than sexually involved with another man so quickly after Keith. We had sex yesterday. Twice. So it was good. Way better than good. That didn’t mean I had to start thinking about what life in these woods would be like with Tate.

  Nope. I wasn’t thinking about that at all.

  Chapter Six

  “Is there anything you can’t do?” I asked Tate as he laid out breakfast. He had been cooking while I was in the shower and my mouth watered at the scrumptious meal of eggs, bacon and grits with biscuits. I felt better having showered and was now wearing my own clothes since he had hung them to dry overnight. My right leg was propped up on a chair and a handsome masculine face was settling across the table from me. What more could I want?

  “I’m sure there’s a thing or two,” he answered and dug into his breakfast.

  I followed suit, figuring he didn’t want to talk much as usual. I watched him from beneath my lashes, the way his lips tugged on the tines of the fork. And I remembered the way those same lips had been wrapped around my cock yesterday. I squirmed in my chair and lowered my gaze to my food, as the seat of my shorts got a little too snug. I groaned mentally. I couldn’t walk around with a perpetual hard-on and my ass needed time to recover anyway.

  “How’s your ankle?” Tate enquired in the middle of breakfast.

  “It doesn’t look as bad anymore,” I replied, deciding that maybe if I opened up a little, then I could get him to talk to me and tell me why he was in these god-forsaken woods all by himself. Not that I wasn’t grateful he was around. I’d have likely walked off a cliff somewhere if he hadn’t followed me down the mountain. Even if we did end up going back up the dreaded mountain.

  “You’ll need to stay off it for a couple of days at best,” he advised me. “The last thing you want is to aggravate it or you just might end up in a hospital.”

  I groaned. “I’ve to get back to work on Monday.” If I still had a job. I couldn’t imagine still working for Keith after breaking up with him. He was the vindictive sort.

  He glanced up at me with a frown. “It’s the middle of the week. Why aren’t you at work in the first place?”

  I got the feeling he just narrowly stopped himself saying ‘where you belong.’ “I took a few days of vacation time,” I answered. No need to tell him that Keith had given me the paid time off to go trekking through the woods with him.

  “Let me guess,” he stated. “You work in a bank or something? You look to a bit straitlaced.”

  I laughed. “That’s the first I’m hearing a gay man being described as straitlaced.”

  “I’m talking with other things,” he clarified on a scowl. “You look like the type who wouldn’t leave work a minute before the workday ends. Am I wrong?”

  I refused to answer the question. “And you? What are you doing in these mountains pretending the real world doesn’t exist?”

  At the anger in his eyes, I immediately knew I had pushed too far. There was so much emotion going on in his eyes. The green depths stared back at me with turbulence.

  “Tate, I’m sorry,” I started to apologize but he was already getting to his feet, taking his unfinished breakfast to the counter where he dumped the remains in the trash. “Tate,” I tried to call to him and apologize again but he had already stalked out of the kitchen.

  “Shit,” I mumbled, worried that I’d made him upset especially when he had been nothing but kind to me. He had followed me on my trek down the mountain to ensure I didn’t run into any harm and that was even before we had been intimate. He had welcomed me into his home without complaint. He could have insisted I sleep on his floor or the couch in the living room but, I had a space in his bed. He made me breakfast and thought nothing of it and I’d gone and acted insensitively, when I knew very little of his life.

  By way of apology, I hobbled over to the kitchen sink and took a few minutes to understand how to get the old-fashioned pump to work. I managed to wash up the dishes without making too much of a mess and wiped down the counters. I packed away the dishes I’d dried and the cutlery and Tate still hadn’t returned home.

  I hobbled to the living room where there wasn’t much to do. He had a generator and there was a television set but, I didn’t want to waste his electricity on something so unnecessary. I was surprised when I found a stack of magazines of varying interests, including financial magazines and sports magazines. They were current too. I was reaching for the latest edition of Fortune Magazine when I spotted a copy of James Patterson’s novel Bullseye and reached for it instead.

  I settled on the longest couch, reclining with my leg perched on the armrest. I skipped the first page and a picture fell out. Retrieving the picture, my heart started galloping in my chest as I stared at it. The picture consisted of a smiling Tate who looked very different. In the picture, his hair was cut short. He was wearing a jacket suit and looked professional. He had his arm around the shoulder of a beautiful redhead who was gazing at him, her eyes full of love. The look on her face said she had it all. Between them was a little girl who was no more than three.

  Turning the back of the picture, I read:

  My darling, Tate. Love you forever, Rachel and Kathleen.

  “I don’t recall giving you permission to snoop through my things.”

  At Tate’s gruff voice, I almost dropped the picture. I stuffed it back into the book and looked at him, trying not to look guilty.

  “I-I wasn’t snooping,” I corrected. “I was just trying to find something to do. I love James Patterson’s book and have never read that one before.”

  “Don’t touch my stuff without asking.”

  I blanched at the vehemence in his tone. “Sure, sorry,” I apologized and pushed myself up into a sitting position. I struggled to my feet and tried to make my way past him. I was hurt by the way he had spoken to me and didn’t particularly want to be with him at this moment.

  “Sit,” he instructed me, restraining me by taking hold of my upper arm when I would have passed him.

  “I’m just getting out of your way,” I responded and tried to shrug him off.

  “I never said I wanted you out of my way, Bry.”

  I knew the nickname was a slip of his tongue, especially when I glanced at him questioningly and his complexion had gone ruddy with a flush.

  “Then what do you want, Tate?” I asked softly.

  I already knew the answer by the look in his eyes.

  “You.”

  He pulled me up against him and kissed me. I hesitated at first, a little confused by the turbulence of what was happening between us. One second he was mad at me and the next he wanted me. One minute he was walking out on me and the next, he was pulling me towards him.

  All thoughts fled my mind when his tongue met mine and I couldn’t resist this contradictory man who in some ways was even worse in mannerism than Keith. He wrapped his arms around me, and grabbe
d my ass, pressing our fronts together. I gasped for breath in between our passionate kiss as he gyrated against me, his hard cock rubbing over mine in our clothes.

  “Tate,” I moaned against his lips, running my hands over his muscles that I loved to feel so much.

  “Hmm,” he moaned, biting my bottom lip carnally, before devouring my mouth again. I imagined he enjoyed kissing so much because he was so damn good of it. He almost made me forget what I was about to say.

  “We should stop,” I whispered against his lips.

  “Why?” he asked, his hands at the front of my shorts, already loosening the button and pulling down the zipper.

  “We’re so different,” I answered and even though I was the one complaining about the difference and stopping, I hooked my arm behind his head and kissed him again. He reached into the front of my shorts and retrieved my cock. I moaned into his mouth.

  “Right now, I don’t give a fuck about our differences,” he growled at me. “Does it matter, Bryan or does this? What I do to you. You want me to fuck that juicy ass again, don’t you?”

  I wasn’t shocked at his crude words. In fact, dirty talk turned me on. I reached between our bodies and helped him out of his jeans, pushing it off his hips. When it was down his thigh, far enough for me to grasp him, I started jerking him in my fist. He did the same to my cock as we continued sucking on each other’s tongue and kissing deeply. In all my life, this was hands-down the best kissing I’d ever enjoyed with a man. And I’d had quite a number too.

  Our cocks bumped as we frotted against each other. I cupped his balls and stroked beneath to where his taint was and heard his hiss. He released my cock to grip my ass and squeeze. My ass was full and he obviously enjoyed it, the way he was caressing the twin globes. He dipped a finger through my crack and inserted it into my ass.

  “Oh God, Tate,” I moaned, increasing the movement of my hand on his thick length. My mouth watered to have a taste of him which I still hadn’t done.

  Changing course, Tate pushed me to sit on the couch and reached for my shorts, to pull them lower about my ankles. He didn’t afford me time to take them off, but knelt before me, grasping my shaft. He leaned forward to lick my lips before he dipped his head and took the head of my cock into his mouth.

  I moaned and dug my fingers into his hair, loosening the hairband that had held his hair back in a ponytail. I decided I preferred his hair untamed, hanging about his face. I lost all thought, as he engulfed more of my cock into his mouth, down to the base.

  “Oh yes!” I groaned in approval as his tongue stroked while he sucked. A popping sound punctuated the room each time he released my cock. His head bobbed up and down as he sucked harder, pressing his hand below to massage and caress my taint.

  “Holy shit!” I cried out, my hips jerking when I climaxed into his mouth. I stiffened, my eyes rolling in the back of my head at the intensity of the climax that racked my body.

  Tate sucked my cock into his mouth one final time, cleaning away the evidence of my climax as though it never happened. He released my still hard cock and licked his lips. He moved up my body to kiss me and I could taste my essence on his tongue. I sucked on it and with a groan reached for his cock, to give him the same pleasure he had given me.

  He shook his head and smiled against my mouth. “That was for you,” he said softly. “An apology, which I’m not too good at. I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier then storm out the way I did.”

  I swallowed and nodded and my heart squeezed painfully in my chest. I had a feeling I was in deep trouble with Tate. I was beginning to like this guy way too much and we were unsuited. I belonged to the corporate world and he belonged here on his mountain.

  Chapter Seven

  I smiled to myself at the feel of a hand lightly draped over my hip. Tate, I thought even before I opened my eyes. Yesterday, after the breakfast episode and the best apology I’d ever had, we had gone through the day without any more fussing. We’d watched movies on the DVD player. We had gone from sharing the couch to me sharing his lap. We kissed, and we petted, much the same thing as we had done last night before falling asleep.

  I’d gone to bed a little disappointed that we hadn’t made love but now as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who dominated my thoughts these days, I knew now was the chance to make my move. From the little light that streaked into the bedroom from the drapery at the window, I would bet that it was already morning.

  I observed Tate as he slept, trying to figure him out. He was a caring guy and I didn’t doubt that one bit. Not after the way he just assumed responsibility of me, without me even asking. He had secrets too which made me frown. Now as he slept, his face was relaxed and there was even a ghost of a smile on his lips.

  Foremost on my mind was what the picture I’d found in the James Patterson novel meant. Were the people in it his wife and daughter? He had looked so happy. What went wrong to push him to live in the mountains alone? I’d spent two days with him already, but it was enough to know that Tate would have never abandoned his family. Not after the way he had taken care of me.

  I wanted to know what was behind that story, but I knew enough that he was a private man. He would tell me if he wanted to but if he was dead-set against it, no powers on earth would get him to talk.

  A smile tugging on my lips, I removed his hand from my hip and the movement caused him to turn onto his back. Even better for me. I could make out his morning rise and I still hadn’t tasted him yet. I slipped beneath the sheet and crouched over him.

  Without using my hands, I covered the head of his cock with my lips. I couldn’t help the moan that reverberated in my throat at the silky feel of him, sliding between my lips. I teased the head of his cock, washing my tongue over the tip.

  Slowly Tate became awake. I felt his body stiffen at first before he relaxed. He groaned above me then ripped the sheet from over my head. When he saw me with his cock in my mouth, he threw his head back against his pillow and made a guttural sound.

  Cupping his balls, I caressed them with enough grip for it to aid me in pleasuring him. Not too long after, he was thrusting upwards into my mouth. He was too huge for me to take all of him in my mouth, but I damn well sure tried. I gagged, pulling away when his last thrust pushed his manhood past my tonsils. Dripping saliva onto his cock, I rubbed the mess over his shaft and up to the head, massaging him.

  I pushed his legs apart and popped his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking before I continued down to his taint. I pressed my mouth to the sensitive area, skating my tongue over the region. Since he made no effort to stop me, I figured he was okay with me rimming him. I could tell from the undisturbed view of his pucker that he didn’t bottom and even if he did, it wasn’t quite often.

  It didn’t bother me that he didn’t bottom since I preferred to be assume that position anyway. I loved being the one penetrated and drilled, knowing I was the cause of all that pleasure.

  Tate held my head firmly as he hoisted up his legs for me to reach his pucker with better ease. I licked the outer ridges first, dripping saliva into his pucker before sliding my tongue inside. I didn’t do this for every guy but something about Tate made me want to give him a rim job, knowing if done right could be an exquisite feel.

  “Enough!” Tate growled at me and pushed his hands under my arms to pull me up his body. “Ride me, Bry,” he murmured, running his hands up my chest as I straddled him. Condom and lube were passed to me and I sheathed his cock as fast as I dared without ripping it. I didn’t know how much of the precious commodity he still had, and I was nowhere near being fully sated by him yet. I’d rather not waste the condoms.

  Holding his cock into my hand, I dripped the lubricant over his cock before raising on my haunches, careful not to irritate my ankle which was healing nicely. I moaned as I sat on his swollen member, my heart pounding at how he fit into my bum. I bit my bottom lip and started to move on top of him. I rose then sank back down, taking more and more of him into my ass, until he was f
ully embedded in my hole.

  “Feels so fucking good, Bry,” Tate groaned, reaching behind me to grab the globes of my ass. He tilted me forward to kiss him as he placed his feet flat on the bed and started to move inside me. With his hands, controlling my movement, he thrust in and out of my body, his cock slicing through my passage. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clinging to his neck and hanging on for the ride as his movements intensified.

  “Arrggh!” I cried out unintelligibly as I moved along with him. He fucked me hard, penetrating me deep and swiftly. “Oh God Tate, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Tate!”

  At my insistent cries, Tate took the challenge and flipped me over onto my tummy, bringing me to my knees. I reached beneath my body to stroke my dick as he rose over me with his feet placed firmly on the bed. With his legs on either side of my hips, he lunged into me hard.

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed and jerked.

  He chuckled and pulled me back up into the kneeling position. “You said you want me to fuck you, Bry. Now stay still.”

  I clutched at the sheet no longer needing to jerk my cock for the impending climax I could feel coming on. Tate’s member felt immense as he drove hard into my ass over and over. He clutched my shoulders to anchor him which only made his thrusts more powerful. I cried out from the intensity of his passion for me, amazed at the things he was able to make me feel.

  Our climax was hard when it hit. The stiffening in his body mirrored the reaction of mine as I emptied my seed onto the bed beneath me and he did the same in the condom. I collapsed onto the bed with him heavy on top of me. When we were able to think clearly, he pulled out of me. I was still trying to catch my breath, but he walked through the door leading to his bathroom and returned with a wet towel to clean me up. I lay back and allowed him to handle it because my legs were too weak for me to move anyway.