6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Martin

T he air in the car crackles with tension. I can see the hunger and lust swirling in Jesse's eyes. His gaze flickers to my lips, and for a moment, I think he's going to close the distance between us. My heart races, anticipation building in my chest. But then, as quickly as it appeared, the moment shatters. He breaks eye contact, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat.

Disappointment lances through me. God, I want him to kiss me . I want him to use me, to take what he needs. I want to be the one to give him everything he craves, just like I did that one night in Seattle. A shiver runs through me just thinking about it.

"So, let's be on our way," he says, shifting the car into drive. "Traffic will be heavy getting up to Anaheim since it's Friday, but we can check in to the hotel and then decide if we want to go into the park tonight."

"That sounds perfect," I say.

We chat comfortably on the drive, but the moments of silence are just as nice. I take in the stunning views as we head north on Interstate 5. The beach communities of Orange County are spectacular, with large mansions perched on the hills rising above the bright blue Pacific Ocean. It feels like we're driving into a postcard.

I'm surprised at how turned on I was by Jesse's apparent jealousy over Cassidy's flirting. Watching this sweet, gentle man go full caveman on the unsuspecting man lit a fire inside me. The way his eyes darkened, his jaw clenched tight, as he stepped between me and Cassidy… It was primal, possessive, and incredibly fucking hot.

I've never had someone react that way over me before. Like he couldn't stand the thought of another man even looking at me, let alone flirting with me. The intensity of his reaction sends a thrill down my spine, awakening some part of me I never knew existed.

I shift in my seat, trying to ignore the growing heat in my groin. He cares about me—I mean if he was willing to fight for me, that's a logical assumption, right?

But it's not just that. The message that he wants me for himself—only for himself—is doing strange things to me. I like it. A lot. More than I probably should, considering our working relationship and the fact that we're living under the same roof. But God, the hunger in his eyes when he looks at me damn near brings me to my knees sometimes.

I sneak a glance at him as he drives, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel. I want to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin under my fingertips.

But I don't.

Intricate stonework and timber adorn the fa?ade of the hotel we pull up to a few hours later. I still can't believe Jesse booked this trip for us. For me. I'd mentioned my love of Star Wars almost in passing. It's such a small thing. But he noticed and then used the info to do something special for me. It's been so long since I've felt these kinds of warm, fuzzy feelings I don't know what to do with them.

But that's future Martin's problem. Right now it's time to focus on having some fun because it's been too long for that too.

Jesse flashes me a mischievous grin as he passes his keys to the valet. "We get our own entry gate and an extra hour of early access to the park from this hotel."

"I've never met a grown man so excited about Disneyland." I'm teasing, but I find his enthusiasm incredibly endearing. More than endearing, really.

He chuckles and waggles his eyebrows at me in response. On our way to the front desk, we pass a collection of plush couches gathered around a huge stone fireplace. They're occupied by several sets of exhausted-looking parents enjoying a drink or a snack while keeping an eye on little ones roaming around.

After checking in, we head to our luxury two-bedroom suite. Emphasis on luxury . Lush living and dining areas, two bedrooms, each with a king bed. I'm not unaccustomed to the finer side of life—Richard and his family had more money than they knew what to do with,—but this feels more like living out a childhood dream than two friends getting away for a weekend. I let out a laugh as I check out the room, delighted. "You're really spoiling me," I say with a grin. "Keep this up and you'll never be rid of me."

He beams at me. "You'll hear no complaints about that from me."

My heart flutters in my chest, and I fight to shove the feelings aside. But then he lets his gaze roam over me, sending a hot shiver through my body. A rush of blood surges directly to my cock as images of that night in his Seattle hotel room flood my mind.

Maybe hotels bring out a different side of Jesse? Whatever the reason is, I very much like hotel-Jesse.

"How about we save the park for tomorrow?" he suggests, pulling me out of my daydream as he glances out the window. "I don't know about you, but I'd like to wash the Friday traffic off me. We could go into Downtown Disney for dinner and to watch the fireworks from the hotel's special lounge."

"Sounds like a top-notch idea," I reply before wandering over to the inviting-looking sectional in front of the gas fireplace, flopping onto it with a sigh. "I'll be getting on that right away. I promise."

I don't know whether it's the hotel itself, the comfortable suite, or the subtle change in Jesse's demeanor since the incident with Cassidy, but I feel more relaxed right now than I have in recent memory.

Jesse chuckles and disappears into his room to shower while I allow my eyes to drift shut. I just need a couple of minutes to relax before making myself presentable for public consumption.

A while later, a gentle hand on my chest pulls me from the depths of sleep. I blink my eyes open to find Jesse sitting on the edge of the couch next to me, a playful grin on his lips.

"Falling asleep already? We just got here," he teases. His hand lingers on my chest, the pressure causing a delicious heat to spread through my torso down to my belly.

He traces circles with his fingertips on my shirt as we hold each other's gaze. It's as if time has been suspended, like we're the only two people in existence. His tongue sneaks out to wet his lips, and my cock jumps.

"So," he murmurs, the single word coming out low and growly. The heat in my abdomen spreads lower. "Dinner…"

His touch is driving me half-mad, even through the fabric of my shirt. It's intimate and familiar, and full of anticipation. He has to be able to feel the crazy way my heart is pounding against my rib cage.

His hand remains on my chest, his eyes holding mine captive as he leans closer. I know what he wants. And he's about to get it.

"Fuck dinner," I mutter under my breath, and before I can talk myself out of it, I reach up with one hand, curling it around the back of his neck and pulling him down at the same time as I rise up to capture his mouth with mine.

He moans, the hand on my chest tightening into a fist, gripping my shirt like he's afraid I might disappear.

Every nerve ending in my body sparks to life as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I part them eagerly, inviting him inside.

I slide my fingers into his hair, tugging lightly, and he groans into my mouth. The sound shoots straight to my cock, making it throb against the confines of my jeans.

He releases his death grip on my shirt, sliding his hand down my chest to my abdomen, coming to rest on my hip. His thumb sneaks under the hem, brushing against my bare skin, and I shudder.

It's too much and not enough all at once. I'm drowning in sensation, in the scent of his cologne, the wet slide of his lips and tongue, the heat of his body pressing me into the cushions. I never want it to end.

I keep his mouth pressed to mine while nudging him gently so he's stretched out on top of me. His taller frame blankets me, blocking out all other sensory input. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and he's the only thing I can feel. He moans, sending another rush of heat through my veins.

I spread my legs, and he settles between them, his hard length pressing relentlessly against mine. I can't hold back a tortured groan as he grinds into me. Jesus fuck, he feels incredible.

I should really stop this.

The last time we were together, we didn't have a professional relationship to worry about, but things are different now; I mean, technically speaking, he's my employer. This kind of thing rarely leads to anything good.

But I cannot be arsed to care right now. Not with the way he's sucking on my tongue, nearly consuming me and groaning like a starving man enjoying a five-star meal.

God almighty. I haven't wanted anyone this badly in so long. It's almost refreshing to feel the ache in my balls, that craving for another person. My hookup-heavy lifestyle is satisfying enough, but this kind of desperation to be close… this desire for connection . This is something I haven't felt since Richard.

That gives me pause, but just for a moment. I don't want to examine it too closely. All I want right now is to revel in these amazing feelings.

Jesse's tongue traces a scorching path down my neck, making my heart pound and my head swim. His touch is electric. Last time, we fucked like we were starving for it. But this… this is slow and languid and seems to tap into something deeper. It sparks a need I didn't even know I had.

He slips his hand under my shirt, his palm warm on my skin, causing goose bumps to break out across my flesh. I arch into him, silently urging him on. His mouth finds the pulse point at my collarbone, and he sucks, hard. I gasp. It's like he's branding me, marking me as his own. Why is that so sexy?

Heat curls in my belly, tightening and spreading outward like flames, scorching me from the inside out. I feel like he's setting my soul on fire with lust. All I can think is more, more, more … and I need it now .

He moves, sliding off the couch onto his knees, and urges me to sit up. My pulse thunders in my ears as he kneels between my parted thighs, his heated look making my mouth go dry.

He reaches for my belt as I suck in a sharp breath. With deft fingers, he undoes the buckle and pulls it free from the loops, letting it clatter to the floor. The button and zipper follow, and I lean back, lifting my hips to allow him to tug my clothes down my thighs and all the way off.

My achingly hard cock springs free. He licks his lips, his eyes roaming hungrily over my length. The tip is already slick with precome, glistening in the dim light. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of him settling between my splayed thighs.

Anticipation coils tightly in my gut as he leans in, ghosting his breath over my sensitive skin. I bite back a whimper as he wraps one hand around the base and leans in, his breath hot against my aching flesh. I suck in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to buck my hips and chase that delicious heat.

His tongue darts out, tracing a hot, wet path along the underside of my shaft. A guttural groan escapes my lips as he swirls it around the swollen head. I tangle my fingers in his hair, scraping my nails lightly against his scalp, needing to hold onto him to ground myself.

"Fuck, Jesse…" I rasp, my voice thick with need.

He hums in response, and the vibrations send delicious tremors through my cock. Then he sinks down, taking me deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. I throw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as wave after wave of molten pleasure courses through me.

He hollows his cheeks as he sucks me hard, his tongue working skilled magic along my length. He bobs his head, taking me deeper with each downward slide until my cock nudges the back of his throat. He hums again, and looks up at me, his eyes full of heat and need.

My hips flex of their own accord, fucking shallowly into that divine heat. He groans around me like he's savoring the taste and feel of my length filling his mouth.

"Shit, I'm not going to last…" I pant, my fingers tightening in his hair.

Our eyes lock. It's obscenely sexy, the way his lips are stretched around me, his eyes glassy and his cheeks flushed red. Anticipation coils in my groin. My thighs tremble, my toes curling against the carpet as that tight, tingling heat builds. Jesse doubles down on his efforts, his tongue swirling wickedly.

I'm right on the razor's edge, every nerve ending firing as that knot of ecstasy pulls tighter and tighter.

With a hoarse shout, I let go, arching up off the couch as I spill down Jesse's throat in hot pulses. He swallows it all greedily, milking me for every last drop until I collapse back against the cushions in a boneless heap.

He pulls back, a smug, satisfied grin on his face. He licks his lips slowly as our eyes meet. Christ, seeing him so thoroughly debauched, his lips swollen and slick, his eyes still bright with lust has my spent cock giving a valiant twitch.