9:47 P.M.
I admit that it would have been the most amazing thing to have received a blowjob from the gym owner in the underground maze, but that didn’t happen. Instead, our kissing was interrupted by four high school kids who were lost inside the tunnels, giggling and being immature, just as they were perceived by adults like Matthew and I. After the disruption of our intimate moment, he leaned into my ear, rubbed my left thigh, and asked, “How about we take this back to my place?”
“To Scanlon Hill?”
“One of three hills in Meaderville.”
I didn’t even have to think about it and replied, “I rather like that idea, Matthew. But my house is closer.”
He agreed, grinning from ear to ear, perhaps excited about our sexual agreement. On cue, we stood together and made our way out of the caves, returned to his Jeep, and raced back to my Tudor, catapulting our friendship into a hardcore romance.
* * * *
September 11, 20—
8:51 A.M.
I woke the next morning shortly before nine with the naked redhead at my side. Tucked in his bare arms, listening to him breathe against my left ear, feeling his warm carbon dioxide against my shoulder, I attempted to recall what had happened the night before. Stringed events connected between my temples. Such events included numerous shots of Jack Daniels, heavy kissing, stripping and dancing, blowjobs, more drinking, and a final act of pleasurable sex between us.
Obviously I had become a bottom the night before since my rear throbbed because of our nude connection over my sofa, in my bed, and in my shower. I pieced together three adulterated scenes of heated bliss between us. No wonder my ass hurt with fresh pain. And no wonder I felt spent, exhausted from our active play.
In truth it was all worth it. As Matthew snored next to me, snuggled at my side, maybe dreaming of football, working out with muscled buddies, or showering with a group of sexy ESFL officials, I enjoyed the time with him. While rehashing our night together within my mind, I determined that I felt sexually satisfied by the freckled man and his beefy body. I felt replenished, no longer sexually untouched for numerous days.
Matthew stirred awake next to me.
“Good morning, sexy,” I said, and dabbed a kiss to the tip of his nose.
He smiled, accepted the kiss, stretched, and asked, “What time is it?”
“Almost nine.”
“Shit,” he whispered, climbed out of bed, and started dressing. “I have a meeting to attend in a half hour with a new client. We can’t do breakfast together. I’ll have to owe you.”
“I’ll take a rain check. Besides, this way I know we can mess around again, if you know what I mean.”
He laughed and said, “You can’t get enough of me, can you, Knight?”
I couldn’t, but didn’t want to share that fact with him. It was best to keep quiet about my lust for him and the untamable attraction I had to his red hair and muscular body. “I’ll give you that answer the next time I see you.”
“Good response.” He had his jeans and shirt on, which was open and showed off his bulky chest of hair. I was still in bed and he leaned over, applied his lips to mine, caressed two fingers against the roundness of my chin, and pulled away. “I want to see you again soon,” he admitted.
“Sooner than later.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he said, and carried his leather loafers out of my bedroom, vanishing from my bedroom for the time being, until I was able to see him again.