Chapter Eighteen

Drake

Most of the time, I'm a restless sleeper. I kick the covers and roll around all night, rarely feeling fully refreshed in the morning. But when the heat of Jeff's body brings me back to consciousness, I realize I'm in exactly the same position I fell asleep in last night.

My thighs are bent and pressed against his, my left arm is wrapped around his chest, and my nose is tucked under his ear. With a deep inhale, I take in his natural scent. Jeff smells good.

Without thinking about letting him sleep any longer, I slowly slide my palm up over his soft nipples and then down his abs. When I come in contact with his hard-on, his back moves slightly. I think he's awake, and if he's not, he's about to be.

Every movement yields a sharp pain of protest from my sore muscles. The ache is deep and I should move gingerly after being banged up last night. But it’s easy to forget about the physical pain when I have such a perfect specimen in front of me. I can push through the aches until they recede, but I can’t resist touching Jeff’s naked body. He’s ready and needy. And so am I.

Curling my fingers around his firm shaft, I slowly slide up and down, swirling my thumb over the head of his cock with each stroke. On each downward push, my fingertips gently knead his balls.

Jeff’s groan causes my dick to throb even harder as it presses against his ass.

“Good morning,” I say quietly against his ear.

A shiver runs through his body and Jeff presses back against me. “Good morning.”

My grip tightens slightly and I increase my pace, but I don't want him to come like this. When his breathing becomes shallow, I roll him onto his back and position my face near his dick so I can watch my hand move over it.

It’s the perfect length and a nice girth. He’s exactly the right size for my mouth as I close my lips over his head and slide down. I've only given head a few times in my life. They were mostly experiments or reciprocation out of obligation, but for the first time, I want to do a good job. I care about making him feel as good as he's made me feel.

Slowly pushing down on him as far against my throat as I can handle, I suck hard while pulling off. With my hand gently massaging his balls, Jeff’s fingers thread in my hair. I move faster, sucking hard then using my tongue in alternate motions.

“Fuck! That feels so good, Drake.” Jeff’s cry of encouragement is exactly what I want to hear.

My jaw is starting to get tired, but I ignore the discomfort and suck harder, pulling all the way out to the tip then jamming him back to my throat. When I feel his balls tightening beneath my fingers, I know he’s ready.

“Yes, like that.”

As the first drops of his load touch my tongue, I’m almost startled. I’ve never really tasted come before. Not my own and or anybody else's. I’ve always had it in my head that it would be unpalatable.

But it's not.

I can't describe the taste, but knowing that it came from Jeff and I helped get him to the point of release is a huge turn on. It makes me want as much of the tangy cream as he can give me.

I swallow eagerly until he begins to soften in my mouth. Can I just stay here forever?

“Holy shit, that was good!” Jeff’s raking his fingers through my hair with slow and languid movements. “Thank you.”

I smile and finally release him, very aware of my own dripping cock as I sit up and kneel in front of him. “Thank you. That was fun.”

Jeff’s lazy smile slowly morphs into a frown and his brows furrow like he’s trying to concentrate.

What just happened?

Leaning forward, I watch his eyes move with my body, staying laser focused on my chest. “What’s wro—”

Following his gaze, I realize what he sees. My tattoo.

I only have one, and few people have seen it, but I know Jeff recognizes it. My heart breaks when I see betrayal and humiliation taking root in his sparkling blue eyes.

“It was you?” he whispers, finally looking up at me. “You were the Phantom?”

“Jeff, let me explain.”

He shakes his head and pulls his knees up to his chest, backing away from me. “That was you? You were in that closet with me and wouldn't even tell me your name?”

I take a deep breath and reach for his hand, grateful when he doesn't pull away. “I'm not out, remember? I don't go to gay bars and I don't hookup with people if I think I could be recognized. My plan for that night was to stay anonymous. And I did.” I wait for Jeff to meet my gaze. “And thank god I did because if we had talked and you knew my name, it would have been very awkward when I ran into you at the office. That could've been a disaster.”

Jeff looks even more hurt at my poor choice of words. Fuck, I’m bad at this.

“Just hear me out. Please.”

“Why didn't you tell me? Did you even remember me?”

I smile and cup my palm against his cheek. “Of course I remembered you. You'd been in my mind for days. The moment you walked into the room, I knew it was you. And I panicked. I didn't know what you were looking for, and I didn't know if you could be discreet.”

I brush away the single tear pooling on his eye lid. “Honestly, I didn't know if you were the guy messing with our customers. I had to get to know you first before you found out it was me.”

“Were you gonna tell me?” he asks, staring right into my eyes.

“I think so. I wanted to.” I lean in for a kiss then pull back. “But on the other hand, I figured maybe it didn't matter. What we're doing now has nothing to do with what we did that night.”

Jeff laughs. “Except for the fact I've been obsessing over you since that night. Knowing I had you would've been somewhat of a relief.”

All breath escapes me as his words sink in.

He has me?

Even though I should be terrified by that idea, I smile even broader. “Well, now that you know, does it change anything?”

“I guess not.” He reaches for the sheet and pulls it over his lap, covering himself up. “But I feel kind of stupid having said all that stuff to you.”

“Don't.” I straddle his body and slide my finger under his chin to force him to look back at me. “I felt that connection too. If you hadn’t walked into that conference room, I probably would've been back at that bar every night, hoping to run into you again.”

“Really?” Now Jeff is smirking with an eyebrow raised. “You wanted to see me again?”

“Definitely!” I kiss him hard but just for a second. “But that doesn't change the fact that I’m not comfortable being open and public.”

“So seriously, you're not gonna come out? I'll just be your private little secret?” Jeff frowns and turns away from me. “I don't know if that's better than not getting a call the next day.”

“I don't know how to move forward, but I know I want to. Do you want to?”

Jeff nods his head, his left cheek scratching against mine.

“Will you give me a little bit of time? Let's finish with everything a TriTask, and I'll figure out what I need to do to make this work.”

“Okay.” Jeff sounds sad but resigned to the fact that I'm just not in the same place he's at right now. I don't know if I ever will be, but I know I have to try if I want to keep him.

“Okay. How about breakfast?”