4. Jake

Chapter 4

Jake

Breakfast starts with the usual influx of early risers grabbing coffee and food before they join the hotel’s morning activities. There’s yoga, swimming, Zumba and meditation. I’ve tried them all, with swimming being my favorite. But not today. This morning, I’m hitting the gym.

As it’s my second month doing the late shift—aside from yesterday morning when I was subbing in and met Ethan—I’ve gotten into a routine. I get up at seven, grab something to eat and then spend two hours making sure I maintain the body I’ve worked so hard to get.

Clarance, my gym buddy who works in hospitality, waves me over the moment I enter. He’s at the weight machine, training his legs. I head over. There are pockets of people here and there, but overall, it’s quiet, so we don’t have to queue for any of the machines.

After we are done exercising, I grab a quick shower and head back to my room. On the way there, I spot Ethan in the lobby. He’s wearing his suit from yesterday and looks even grumpier as he nurses a cup of coffee and absentmindedly stares out the window.

I tug on my bottom lip with my teeth. He looked so delectably broody last night that I couldn’t help myself. I had to go over and talk to him. He just… does something to me even without trying. The way he moves so elegantly, the way his eyes scan the surroundings as if he’s evaluating for threats and opportunities… He exudes authority and has a “don’t mess with me” vibe, which only makes me want to approach him more. To tease him and see how he’ll respond. To push his buttons and break down his expertly maintained facade.

I lean a shoulder against the oak doorframe of the stairwell and watch him a bit more. I’ve met a lot of bigshots since I started working here. Most of them are Grade A assholes. But Ethan… I suppress a delightful shiver.

He gives off the same authority and respect like them, but, so far, he’s been very down to Earth. I can tell he’s not having a great time, which is why I chatted him up to begin with, but it’s not only because of that. He just seems a little lost, like he doesn’t know what to do or how to act when he’s not busy making multimillion-dollar decisions or running the world.

Chuckling to myself, I take the stairs two at a time until I reach the staff wing. Okay, I confess: Ethan is also hot as fuck. In a slightly pretentious, I-have-my-shit-together way that I find positively irresistible. It’s why I like to rile him up too, so I can see if he is just as perfect and stoic on the inside.

My dick gives a jerk, suddenly interested in what might be hiding under those luxurious suits and deadpan expression. If I had to guess from the little glimpses he’s offered so far, it’s something explosive.

Fuck . I’d love to show the sexy workaholic how to have fun. I bet he’d be down for something casual while he’s here. Although, for some reason, the idea of taking my time to seduce Ethan rather than simply hooking up sounds a lot more exciting. But, well, I’m horny right now, so the romantic scenarios will have to wait.

Groaning as an image of just how explosive Ethan might be in bed assaults my post-workout brain, I flop onto the couch in my small lounge. The TV turns on as the remote ends up under my ass, unpausing the post-apocalyptic series about the forest with ghostly monsters I started last night. It’s not exactly what I am in the mood for, so I navigate out of the series’ menu and open my hidden porn folder.

I’m not particularly kinky. I like the more sensual stuff that’s usually very difficult to find. Throw in a little action, some mystery, and a coherent plotline, and you have me subscribed for life. Too bad my preferences fall on the niche side of things. Besides, it’s not like I have that much time to sit down in front of the TV. Maybe in the future—and once I have my own restaurant somewhere south—but for now, saving up and learning as much as I can are my top priorities.

As I turn on the new episode of the spicy supernatural detective amateur series that I follow and get in the mood, I clear my mind of everything else. I undo my zipper and shuffle out of my pants, then spread my legs slightly. My hand moves slowly along the length of my hardening shaft, picking up speed as the two main leads find themselves having to fuck in front of a group of succubi in order to gain entry to the club where their target is hiding.

It’s obvious that they shot the scenes separately and then spliced them together, so it seems like they have an actual audience. The camera also shakes a bit, but overall, the episode is quite hot. Half of it is the chemistry, because it’s so easy to tell that they are enjoying each other and not just moaning for the viewers.

As the foreplay wraps up and they get down to it in the middle of an elevated stage with cushions and silk drapes, Ethan’s face flashes in my mind. He would look so lovely surrounded by red satin and black leather as I take my time worshiping his cock. I’m bigger than him, so I’m sure I’ll be able to manhandle him if I wanted to, but part of me revels at the idea of letting him boss me around, too. I wonder if he gets off on that. The stereotypical CEO would.

Except, so far, he’s been anything but that. But anyway. As long as he’s writhing and moaning under me, chanting my name as I drive him crazy with pleasure, I’m happy.

Now that images of Ethan letting go are swirling in my mind, I speed up my strokes. I like to press harder just under the head on the way down. It’s been a while since I last jerked off due to my busy schedule, so I’m extra sensitive today. But I’m also extra horny, so I don’t have time to drag this out more than I already have.

Chasing the edge, I imagine it’s Ethan’s fingers wrapped around my straining dick. He’s sitting next to me, leaning in so we can devour each other’s mouths. In my fantasy, he tastes like coffee and blueberry cream. His free hand slips under my shirt and assaults my nipples, pulling on them hard.

I let out a soft groan as I collect the pre-cum leaking from my slit and spread it for better friction. On the TV, the two detectives are going at it doggy style, the bigger one pounding into the smaller one. When I squint, they kind of really look like me and Ethan.

I spread my legs wider, tingles of electricity scurrying down my spine. My hand pumps quicker and my labored breaths overpower the sex noises from the series.

“ You are so big, Jake. I bet it would feel amazing riding your cock ,” imaginary Ethan purrs right into my ear without a word of warning.

It’s all it takes.

“Fuuuuck,” I shout as I come, squeezing the armrest as my body shudders violently.

My orgasm hits me like a speeding train, unleashing waves of intense pleasure across me. I throw my head back. My thighs and stomach flex and unflex as I spill, assisting my body in the release of tension it has accumulated over the past weeks. I don’t know how long my climax lasts, but when the shaking finally stops, I feel boneless and sleepy. I mean to get up and clean up the mess I made, but even the smallest movement is too much work, so instead I lie horizontally and slowly drift off.