5/17/2015

Arrogant Hero - Office Romance NSFW - #MMromance #erotic #excerpt




Loving Jacob

An M/M Contemporary Romance








Loving Jacob
Chapter Two

After impatiently—and, he had to admit, irrationally—pacing and waiting for Jacob to appear from five o’clock on, Malcolm sent his secretary home early before she acted on her threat to leave his employ if he didn't quit buzzing her to ask if Jacob Renault had arrived. At six fifteen, he gave up the pretense of working on briefs at his desk and went to the second floor technology office suite to find him. The three-room suite was empty, except for Martin Del Campo, the department head.
"Hey, Martin." He strove to make his voice casual. "Working late tonight?"
"Nope. I'm heading out, actually. Young Sam from accounting is having a bachelor party for a friend of his tonight, and I'm tagging along. Jacob's bringing his car around and we're riding together. You need something?" The other man shoved a pile of papers into a drawer and locked it before grabbing his jacket off the back of his swivel chair with enough force to send it spinning. Obviously an affirmative response was not expected.
Shit. His ego took a beating as he realized the kid had definitely stood him up. "No, I had a question about the network setup in my office, but it can wait. You all have a good time." He strolled out and down the hall beside the older man, wondering if it would be too obvious if he asked him how Jacob was working out.
"Want to come along? Just heading to the bar on the corner, no strippers or anything, so the wife won't mind." Malcolm hesitated, tempted to accept the casual offer.
"Nah, I have to head home and help Liam with a science project." He excused himself, certain that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off Jacob in the intimate darkness of a bar, with or without strippers.
The next morning, Malcolm cursed when he found himself rushing through his morning routines, including skipping breakfast with his fifteen-year-old son, Liam. He thrust the morning newspaper unread into his briefcase in order to arrive early at the office because he thought he might catch up with Jacob in the ground floor coffee shop, where he often saw the younger man picking up a cup on his way into the building. He'd buy Jacob a coffee and make arrangements for them to meet somewhere else this evening. He could wait that long to have Jacob, and once he had fucked the young man, his life could revert to its usual calm routines. Contemplating his dick’s reaction to that idea, he decided it might take a few good hard fucks to get the twink out of his head.
He pushed back the flicker of guilt that tried to invade his mind as the gleam of gold on his ring finger caught the sunlight. Penny knew his preferences in bed as well as she knew how he took his coffee. Having a little fling on the side was perfectly acceptable for families in polite society. Even a little fling with a member of the same sex was preferable to divorce in his parents' eyes, not that he ever even hinted at being gay to his parents. After enduring their frowns over his career choice, he had no intention of giving his parents another reason to be disappointed in him. Fucking someone he worked with would be tricky to manage discreetly, but he could do it.
Malcolm checked his stride to a more leisurely pace as he approached the glass doors of his building. Clutching his brown leather briefcase in one hand, he smoothed his straight, neatly cut, brown hair with the other. The tinted glass of the doors that swept open in front of him showed him a brief image of a thirty-something man, body still tight and well-muscled, skin bronzed from exposure to the sun and elements. His gray business suit complimented his build perfectly. He looked good still, could probably pass for thirty instead of his actual forty-one if he wanted to. He stepped calmly through the open doors in front of him and turned instantly to the left.
A brief glance toward the mahogany coffee bar with its exotic flavors and enticing scents was all it took to locate Jacob. In a distinct contrast to Malcolm's business suit and professional image, Jacob Renault lounged against it in the midst of a group of laughing young men sharing coffee before reporting to their individual workstations. Oh, fuck. The perfect, slim body was accented in casual Friday garb Malcolm felt sure was solely intended to send his body temperature skyrocketing. Faded blue Levi’s and a tight navy T-shirt outlined his flat abdomen and clung to his muscled chest and thighs.
As though he felt Malcolm's gaze on him, Jacob turned his head and their eyes met. Happily defiant, Jacob raised his insulated coffee cup in a silent salute before turning back to speak to a golden-haired, muscle-bound man, equally casually attired, who stood next to him. The new position treated Malcolm to a fine view of that denim-clad ass, and he cursed again, softly, but aloud this time, "Oh, fuck me."
The golden-haired giant was someone Malcolm had a vague impression worked in accounting, possibly Sam of the bachelor party. He clearly flirted extravagantly with Jacob, brushing the perfect pink lips Malcolm had dreamed about having wrapped around his dick all night with a tanned index finger as he laughed down into Jacob's face before putting the finger to his own mouth and licking the coffee residue there. Jacob flushed but didn't turn away.
Malcolm clenched his fist at his side and deliberately strode toward the elevator. Remembering the previous morning's encounter, tempted him to change his mind and take the stairs, but he refused to appear indecisive. There was only one place in his life for someone like Jacob, and it wasn't a public venue. He stepped into the elevator, pushed the button for his floor and leaned back against the wall to plot his way through the brief ride up.
He lasted until ten thirty before requesting that his secretary send for Jacob. When his office door opened, he stared sternly at Jacob. "You stood me up last night, Mr. Renault. I thought I made it clear that my time is valuable." He deliberately allowed his gaze to travel from Jacob's casual running shoes up his slim body to lock on the unbelievably purple eyes briefly before dropping his gaze significantly to his faded denim-covered crotch. He could see the twitches of movement behind the buttoned fly that indicated appreciation of his regard. "I owe you something from yesterday."
Jacob drew in a hasty breath and stiffened slightly as his cock stirred more violently under Malcolm's gaze. Malcolm smiled knowingly and caught the other man's hand. He led him casually to the brown leather sofa along the far wall. Once there he pressed Jacob up against the cream-painted wall and ground the thick length of his cock against the tight muscles of Jacob's stomach as he kissed him. Time passed in endless heat and wetness as they thoroughly explored one another. Jacob's slender frame was firmly muscled, and Malcolm felt the heat and hardness of his cock pressing against his thigh through both their trousers. He swiftly maneuvered them onto the sofa and rapidly unbuttoned the crisp white cotton dress shirt that Jacob had pulled from his pants. Soon both men were naked and writhing together on the couch. Cock to cock they ground their hips together, moaning and crying out in their passion as controlling the moment quickly became an impossible goal.
"I want to fuck you," Malcolm choked out, tracing Jacob's smooth, taut buttocks with his large hands.
"No." Jacob broke away from the kiss that absorbed them both. "No fucking."
Reluctantly, Malcolm gave in, but continued to massage and fondle the smoothly flexing muscles of Jacob's ass. He moved in to kiss the other man again, catching the slight sound of sexy muffled whimpers as he pressed his index finger into the crease and applied a slight pressure to the tiny pucker there.
Again, Jacob pulled back. "I'm serious," he groaned, "no fucking. I don't know you well enough for that level of intimacy!"
"Relax," Malcolm whispered soothingly as he continued to rub gently. "I'm not going to. Just let me do this, it'll make you feel so good."
With an uncertain nod, Jacob relaxed again and Malcolm dropped his mouth down for more of those drugging, sweet, hot kisses that seemed to set his body on fire.
He reached between their bodies and began slowly stroking the younger man's hard cock. It pulsed hungrily in his hand, and he smiled, pushing his finger harder against that tiny opening, rubbing gently. Maybe not today, he promised his aching cock, but soon.
He gathered precum from both of their slits and used it to dampen their cocks, rubbing them together as he stroked both hard cocks, gently at first, rubbing his thumb firmly over the heads to gather more drops on each upward movement. Soon he was jerking harder, faster, listening in delight to Jacob's breathy whimpers and pleas that he not stop. The warm spurt of Jacob's release sent him over the edge as well, and they collapsed together on the sofa.
"Your eyes are so incredible, such a beautiful color." The words escaped on a whisper before he could check them, cloak them with the indifference he wanted to feel at this moment.
Jacob laughed softly in response, wrapping his hand around Malcolm's neck and pulling him closer to whisper in his ear. "If I tell you my beauty secrets, can we do that again?"
Malcolm shivered as warm breath carried the words to his ear. Goose bumps trailed down his neck in sensual response to the stimulus. His sated cock twitched, attempting to make its preference known. He chuckled and turned his head to whisper back, "I think we can do this again even if you keep your beauty secrets. Bet I can guess though, contacts?"
Jacob arched, almost purring as he rubbed his body along Malcolm's slightly hairy, firmly muscled physique. "Yes. I've worn them since junior high school. Just a little bit of violet tint to enhance my natural color."
Malcolm lifted a hand and stroked Jacob's smooth cheek. He guided Jacob's mouth to his and stared into his eyes. "I never would have known. You could have just taken the compliment."
"No, I couldn't. I told you, I want more from you than just this." Jacob ran his hands over Malcolm's body, petting all the flesh he could reach, causing warm flushes to rush through him and his heart to beat more rapidly again.
"You said no to more than this," Malcolm asserted. "I clearly remember, or I would have spent the last fifteen minutes in a very different position." He tunneled his fingers under their bodies and clenched his hand on the firm muscles of Jacob's ass. "Nice as it was to get off with you, it wasn't my first choice of positions or methods."
Jacob pushed him away. He pouted a bit sulkily, then shrugged, sitting up on the sofa and leaning back against the soft leather with a slight wiggle. "Call me old-fashioned. Certain things are reserved for special people."
Malcolm snorted. Fuck, this kid made him feel old. "Special people? Come on. Next thing you're going to tell me you're a virgin and you're waiting for your freaking prince to come."
Leaning forward, Jacob swept his hand across the floor, seeking his clothing. "Mock me if you will. I do believe in love, and I plan to engage in lovemaking only with the man, or woman," he added doubtfully, "with whom I share my life and my love fully."
"So, what do you call this, then?" Cynically, Malcolm deliberately raised a brow and gestured to include their naked bodies sprawled across the sofa.
Jacob seemed nonplussed for a moment, then smirked. "Practice."
Doubtfully, Malcolm gazed at Jacob. The younger man had ceased searching for his clothes and reclined in an elegant curve against the arm of the sofa. He seemed so calm, so sexy and self-assured. His flesh was creamy smooth and hairless, muscles long and well-defined. No hair or blemish marred the physical perfection displayed for his pleasure, and Malcolm felt a momentary twinge of jealousy at the thought of some other man, or woman, he corrected, enjoying this body. He wanted more from Jacob than he'd been given so far, more than he thought Jacob might intend to give him.
"Practice?" he murmured. "And what might practice consist of if fucking is not permitted?" He might as well establish the ground rules early in the game. Not that he was giving up on fucking that tight ass.
Jacob's smile stretched his pink lips temptingly wide. He licked them with his damp tongue, leaving a gleaming trail that Malcolm wanted to follow with his own tongue and then nip with his teeth. His voice, when it came, was playful, sultrily inviting. "Practice consists of almost anything except penetration. Do you want to practice with me?"
Did he? "You know I'm not going to be the fucking Prince Charming you're waiting for, don't you?" This kid just might be too naïve for an affair of any duration. Men looking for happily ever after didn't generally make good fuck buddies, and that was all he was in a position to offer.
Malcolm almost felt insulted when Jacob burst into laughter. The purple eyes that owed their beauty to contacts studied him thoroughly from head to toe, taking in the gleam of gold on his ring finger, resting longingly on his half-hard cock, before coming back to meet his own brown eyes. "Yeah, I'm not building castles here with you, Malcolm. I know you're no prince. Just so you know that if my prince does come along, you'll be playing in the sand by yourself."
"So, you want to pass the time in meaningless sex with me while you wait for Prince Charming to come along and sweep you off your feet?" There was something almost disgustingly sickening about having this conversation with a grown man. "How the fuck old are you anyway?"
Purple flames flashed in Jacob's eyes and he snorted. "Old enough to know I don't have to take any shit off you just because you're a partner here and I'm a tech geek. You're hot as hell, but I'm no troll. I can walk out of here and find someone who wants a hot lay in ten minutes. I'm not blind and I see myself in the mirror every day. If you don't want what I'm offering, someone else will."
Malcolm blocked Jacob's path to the exit. "Going like that, are you?" he asked, quirking his brow again.
Jacob looked down at his still-naked body. The heat of anger had created a delicate flush across his chest and his nipples had hardened to deep pink points. His hard cock bobbed eagerly against his tightly muscled abdomen and leaked drops of clear fluid down its thick length. He smiled. "Why not? Might help the cause."
Growling low in his throat, Malcolm advanced on the smaller man. He wrapped his arms around Jacob's shoulders and lowered his mouth to the taunting lips. Wet, hot moments later, he pulled away far enough to hiss, "Never mind. I'll happily keep you occupied until Prince Fucking Charming shows up. As long as you know that I'm still going to try to persuade you to see things my way," he added, tracing the crease of Jacob's ass with one hand while firmly jerking his cock with the other.


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