Midnight sun

18 | Dylan

After one more grueling shift I left the construction site early today to go and have a few meetings in the town office. Now sitting at my desk and going through the last of my paperwork I finally allow myself to think about yesterday.

His mouth. That is all I can think about. That mouth of his wrapped around me, working me into the most powerful orgasm in my life. I don't even regret it, I can't. I want to do it all over again.

The only thing I do regret is making him kneel on that hard, cold floor like he is some kind of random hook-up I found in that filthy bar I used to go to. I want him to be cozy, relaxed, comfortable. I want him taken care of, warm, peaceful–in my bed.

And that's what I was worried about. Even though I tried so hard to make this be as far away from romantic as possible, I'm now wondering about all the other ways I could have him.

But the fact that he was so eager, so turned on that he came just from sucking me off is something that I can't forget. He is so deliciously submissive and it makes me feral. There is nothing more sexy than a strong, masculine man like Noah loving to be fucked like that, demanding to be used.

I want his surrendering body, the sweat from his skin, the warmth of his touch. I want to know him better, in every sense, down to the marrow. Every molecule. I don't remember it being like this with anyone before. The knock on my office door surprises me but I'm glad to be distracted.

"Hey Dylan." Janet nudges her head in and smiles warmly. "You done with your last meeting?"

"Yep. What's up?"

"Just have Noah Summerville here to see you if you're free."

My exterior is still while my insides flutter with anticipation and excitement. We only shared a few moments together at the site today, and we were in the company of other people. Why is he here? I clear my throat before speaking. "Sure, bring him in." She nods. "Thanks, Janet."

Seconds after she leaves, Noah knocks and comes in. I shift in my chair. "What are you doing here?"

"Just got a call from Janet earlier to come and pick up my new uniform." He lifts the bag with it and casually closes the door behind him.

I should use this opportunity to talk to him about what we are doing. It can't continue like this otherwise it will drive me crazy. And not just that, I don't want him doing something he will regret. He came here to start his life over. He is in a vulnerable position, with so many issues he's still trying to figure out. I wanted to be his friend not to create more problems–like fucking his much older boss.

"I can hear you thinking from way over here."

"Listen, Noah, we have to talk..."

"No, don't do this..."

"I have to do this. Take a seat and..."

"Please don't ruin this. You want this as much as I do. We had a great time last night, right?"

I sigh."That's not important. I am your superior. A much older person in your life who is supposed to be responsible enough to tell you that what we did is not right."

"Much older?" He snorts. "Ok, Grandpa."

"It's nine years."

"That's nothing. Also you are the one treating me like I'm a kid. And trust me I've been through much more than most of the people my age. I know what I want. And if this is only because you're my boss, I told you I can be discreet. I don't want to get you or me in trouble. We won't do anything at work anymore. I'll do my job and you'll do yours–no special treatment or anything. But if we want to have our own little fun after work then why should it matter?"

"Noah, I just feel like in your situation with everything you've been through, it's not the best thing to be focusing on."

He levels me with his dark, heavy-set gaze. "Please don't psychoanalyze me. Not you."

"I wasn't... shit." I slouch back in my seat, a heavy exhale leaving my tight throat. I stand up, and go around my desk. "I'm sorry if I said the wrong thing, I just don't want to complicate your life. I really do want to be your friend."

"I'm grateful for your friendship and I still want it. And there is nothing complicated about having sex once and a while with someone you trust and I trust you enough to know you will never use me in a wrong way. You're the best person next to my uncle that I met in my life. Like I said, I will be focused on work. This can be something like an after-work activity."

I can't help but laugh at his arguments. And all this time still, I notice a common theme–fun. It seems I'm a game for him. I'm sure. A convenience. And here I was thinking about getting to know him and taking him to my bed. But you know what? Maybe he can be just a convenience for me too. Be just a bit of fun or after-work activity? It's clear I can't stay away when he's so fucking tempting.

He isn't staying here for long anyway, he said it himself. He is in Alaska for a short period to earn some money to stand on his own two feet, then he'll be going back to the Lower 48. So, why the hell not? Why not take what he's giving me now, knowing nothing will come from it later?

"I won't say anything to anyone," he assures me and comes close enough to touch. He puts his hand on my hip, and it goes lower, down my thigh. Heat flares between my legs as he runs it slowly downward until he cups my dick through the denim of my jeans.

My gaze flickers towards the door, and although the risk of getting caught is half of the thrill I'm sure Janet and the girls wouldn't hesitate a second to spread the gossip.

"You're so fucking thick..." My cock slowly grows from the teasing lilt of his tone and his hand, still sliding up and down my length, over my pants. His eyes never wander from mine, a hint of mischief shining through the depth."I've been thinking all day about how big you felt."

I can't handle his teasing anymore, and I reach out. I thread my fingers through his short hair, dragging his head closer to me.

"You have a mouth on you," I murmur, my lips touching his, just a heat of his breath against my mouth. The curve of his lips tells me he knows exactly how much of a tease he is, and he's loving every second of it.

"And you know how bad I want that mouth on me again, don't you?" My voice is a ragged whisper. My cock aches, close but so far from the filthy promises he's making. I thrust my hips just once against his palm before retreating, my mind at war with my body.

"But not here." I push his head away and he steps back, with a substantial bulge in his pants and glassy eyes. He seems unable to speak.

"I'll meet you at my house in an hour." Noah blinks, his eyes focusing again. "Go and start driving, I will finish up here and be right behind you."

My heart feels like I'm making the right choice. But my head... I need to stay in control to stay safe.

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