Twenty-One

Jackson

Work was buzzing along. I was getting everything done, and the constant rush was addictive. The harder I worked the harder I wanted to work. Cory was in and out of the kitchen all night, and that wasn't a bad thing either. I still wasn't sure what was going on between us, but I decided I'd let him lead, and I was going to stick with that idea.

Finally, after the last plate was washed, the sous chef that had originally put me to work walked over to where I was wiping everything down. "You did a great job today. I know it wasn't easy, but you were on it and we noticed. Any chance that you want to continue working for us after we get back to Miami? We can always use a hard worker."

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you. Did you want me back at the same time tomorrow?"

"Yes of course. We want you as many times as you want to work." He laughed and walked away leaving me feeling pretty proud of myself. It might have only been dishes, but there was a mountain of them, and I'd handled it. I took off my apron and hung it on the hook next to the dishwasher then made my way down the hall that led to the deck.

It was dark now, and the deck was alive with activity. The eighties party hadn't started yet but there were a lot of people already dressed in their neon and club styles. The bars were open, and they were all partying. A week ago, I would have walked right over to the bar and had a drink or five, but not tonight. I was tired, but it was a good tired, and none of the hot men I walked by could tempt me enough to get me to stay here. I waved to Johnny who was carrying a tray of drinks, and I remembered Cory mentioning he had to serve drinks, but I wasn't sure if it was during the eighties party or just before it started.

The way to the crew quarters was more familiar to me now, and as I walked past the crew mess hall I checked to see if Cory was there yet but didn't see him, so I rushed down the hall to his door. I tried to open it but it was locked, and I thought I should maybe ask for a key just as he flung the door open.

"I'm so happy you're here," he said, and pulled me into the room by the front of my shirt. "Do you know I've been thinking about you all day?" He nuzzled into my neck and whispered close to my ear.

My arms came up around him and squeezed him tight. "I'm happy to be here. I've been thinking about you too. Every time the door opened, I looked up to see if it was you," I admitted because what was the point in holding back. He pulled back enough to meet my eyes before slowly leaning in and pressing his lips to mine.

It was an innocent kiss, but it was Cory, and nothing with him was average or not important. He kissed me again, and this time he opened his mouth enough to touch my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth, and we stood there kissing. I'd never been a big fan of kissing. I didn't mind it, but I didn't love it either. Kissing Cory was different to any kiss I'd had before. He groaned low in his throat and pressed his hardness against me while pressing his hand against my back. "I want you," he whispered.

I pulled back enough to meet his eyes. The desire was easy to see, but to emphasize his words, he ground against me before sliding his hand down between us and squeezing my dick. "I want you," he repeated.

I could only nod as he guided us to his bed, and in the back of my mind I thought this was the first time I'd been on his bed. He pulled me down on top of him, but I rolled us, so he was on top, and he instantly ground down on me. He was hard and made me harder. "Are you sure?" I finally managed to ask.

He met my eyes and gave me a serious look. "You don't know me well enough to know I don't screw around with things like that. But know I would never tell you I want you if I didn't." He smiled then before helping me pull my shirt off. The sunburn I'd gotten from the beach was slightly tender but not enough to be uncomfortable and everything felt so good I didn't want to mention it.

"I want you to fuck me." I said what I'd wanted from the first time I'd seen him. He might have been a waiter, but he definitely had that energy that told me he was the one in charge. Just thinking about it made me want him more. He kissed me again and we fell into a frenzy of lips and hands, kissing and groping. Touching all the parts of him I'd noticed but had forced myself not to focus on, now those parts were under my fingertips as I tried to soak up every sensation.

I tugged at the back of his shirt until he sat up enough for me to pull his shirt off, and when he pressed his shirtless body against mine the fire of lust ignited into an inferno, and we still had our pants on. He stood and unbuttoned my shorts before pulling them down with the briefs he'd loaned me.

"I forgot to take you to the lost and found," he said out of the blue.

"I don't mind wearing your clothes," I said and pulled him down for a kiss. He stood and pulled his own pants off. I'd seen him naked, but this was different. This was so very different. There was a small shelf next to the bed and he opened a shaving bag and took out lube and a strip of condoms. "Are we going to need that many?" I asked.

"Possibly," he said with zero guilt or humor.

There had been a moment I thought of Cory as shy and quiet, but when he lifted my leg over his shoulder and worked his lubed fingers into me, he was far from shy about it. He did whatever he wanted, and I was more than happy to let him take what he wanted. Once he set a rhythm with his fingers in my ass he started to pump my dick. It was sensation overload, and I couldn't decide if I wanted him to fuck me harder with his fingers or pump my dick faster with his other hand.

Just when I was on the edge of shooting, he pulled his fingers out and pressed into me. He pushed all the way in, and then kissed me before I had time to recover from the fact his dick was in me. "I've wanted you since I saw you yesterday," he whispered before kissing me again.

"You hated me yesterday," I managed to say.

"I still wanted you."

His hips started to move, and he never slowed down as he held my leg over his shoulder and pounded into me. I needed to come, but he brushed my hand away when I reached for my straining hard dick. I started to moan as my senses were assaulted by pleasure. Sounds of desperation, and passion, and waves and waves of sensation. I thought for a moment if I didn't come soon, I would lose my fucking mind, and just when I was about to beg him to let me touch my dick, I came.

"Oh god," I said and didn't recognize my own voice. Cory reached down and pumped me at the same time I felt him release in the condom. It seemed to last too long, but not long enough all at the same time. But finally, when I had calmed my breathing enough to meet his eyes, the look he gave me said more than all the words we'd spoken and the emotions neither of us were ready to admit or address. I could love him. The thought echoed so loud in my ears I was afraid he'd heard. He brushed the hair back from the side of my face and leaned in to kiss me softly as his spent dick slipped out of me.

"Let's take a shower." He stood and held out his hand while pulling off the condom with the other, and right then I knew my fucking heart was never going to let this guy go. And I was totally fine with that.