Consorting with Romance Ch. 05

As he softened and slipped from me, I rolled him to his back so that I could curl up against his side with my head on his chest. He held me close as he whispered into the darkening room. "I thought I'd lost you. The way you looked on that bed, unmoving..." He trailed off.

"But you didn't."

He said nothing as his arms tightened around me.

When we woke the next morning, I felt better. A night in his arms had remedied all for me. Still, when he shifted and I knew he was awake, I mumbled into his chest. "Will you cancel my appointments for the rest of the week?" It was Thursday, so it would only be two days of clients that needed to reschedule.

"Of course. Do you want me to call in to classes today?" His voice still sounded off.

I leaned up onto an elbow and his fingertips reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear as they so often did. "No. I'm fine. Truly. My neck is just sore, and I'd like to have someone clean the place before I go back."

His expression darkened, but he nodded and I curled back up against him.

He left for class soon after we woke as he usually did, and I spent the day puttering around the garden. When he came home that night, he informed me he'd excused himself from Friday's classes, and we spent a blissful three days in one another's arms. He was quieter than normal that weekend however. When I asked what was wrong, he'd tell me that he was fine, but he stayed closer to me than usual, often following when I left the room. I couldn't blame him. I didn't want to imagine what it would have been like to walk in and see him lying on that bed. A part of me couldn't help but wonder though, if it was more than that. It was one thing for him to theoretically know what I did behind those doors, and another for him to have walked in and seen me inside of someone else. I wasn't sure how to ask if that was bothering him, or if it was simply the trauma of seeing me hurt that had him a bit off, so I left it alone for the time being.

When we walked into the office Tuesday afternoon, it was clean and everything was in order. I'd hired a service to take care of it and it appeared as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. It was surreal to walk through the bedroom and change into my black silk robe. It felt like the whole thing had been a dream. I'd deliberately scheduled Casey as my first client this week and Jesse and I sat on the couch with tea as we waited for him.

He entered without knocking as he always did. After all, this was a business, and he was expected. He looked nervous as he made his way over and took a seat in a wingback opposite us. I smiled kindly and handed him a cup of tea. His eyes never left my neck which currently wore various shades of black and purple.

"It's that bad huh?" I questioned.

"Are you really ok?" He asked gently. "We can reschedule."

"Honestly. I'm just fine. I'm happy to be here and see you today."

"It's a bit strange now, knowing you two are a couple, to have tea with you and then take you into the bedroom with Jesse out here." Casey cringed a little as he spoke.

I had been afraid of that. "We've been together for more than a year now. Jess knows very well what goes on. He's the one who changes the sheets after all."

Although I reassured Casey that Jesse was ok knowing the intimate details of my time with others, for the thousandth time since the incident I wondered if that was actually still true.

Casey chuckled. "That's a bit of a relief. I really didn't want to have to give you up."

I set down my mug. "Shall we then?" I gestured to the door.

He nodded and took one more drink as we all stood. Jesse held out his hand with a gentle smile and Casey handed him his cup.

Casey stood, staring at the bed, as I shut the doors. Jesse had done the same thing when we'd first arrived. It was strange to me that they were both having a harder time being back here than I was. I suppose I hadn't had to walk in on one of them in that situation though. I dropped my robe and stepped behind him, pressing tightly against his back. "The bed is a more interesting sight than I am?"

He turned to face me, looking me up and down deliberately. "Definitely not."

I grinned and whispered against his lips. "Good."

I wasted no time in removing his clothes and leading him to the bed. He wanted the same thing he always did, and he crawled onto all fours without hesitation. I took my time, trailing my lips along the small of his back and the top of his ass, knowing how much he loved it. As I'd never been one for rough sex, I'd never quite given him exactly what he wanted from me. I always took a bit more time than he wanted, careful not to hurt him even though I knew he wanted to be taken quick and hard. I felt more comfortable with him today than I had in the past. Our relationship had shifted. He was more than my client now. He was my friend. I wanted to give him exactly what he wanted, and I trusted he'd say something if it turned out he'd been wrong about his desires all this time.

I slipped on a condom and worked some lube into his tight opening without slipping a finger into him as my lips played against his back. As I knelt behind him and rubbed my swollen head lightly along his crack he moaned and spread his legs further, pressing his ass back toward me and letting his face fall into the pillows. I lined up and held his hips tightly, pressing gently, just enough to part his opening, but not enough to penetrate him. He whimpered and tried to press back, but I held his hips tightly in place. Letting my fingers dig into his skin, I leaned forward once more and pressed my lips to the skin just above his ass before kneeling upright.

In one fast, hard move I pulled his hips back toward mine as I thrust forward, burying myself completely in his hot, wet tunnel in an instant. His cry into the pillow was shockingly loud, and his body tensed and trembled; his fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. I ignored his cry, and as quickly I as had thrust into him, I pulled out. I thrust again, pulling his hips to mine. Again. Again. His knees threatened to give out, and his cries were never ending. His body shuddered in pleasure and his fingers opened and closed, grasping desperately at anything in their reach. After a few hard thrusts I settled deep inside of him, leaning in to trail my tongue along his spine. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I took his rock-hard cock gently in my palm, stroking him slowly. Allowing his body to find its way back from the overwhelming barrage of sensation he had just experienced. Slowly his trembling diminished, and he moved to kneel upright. Curling an arm back behind my head and turning his neck, his mouth caught mine for a brief, intense movement. He'd never done that before.

As he fell back to his forearms in front of me, he nodded, and I took hold of his hips once more. I pulled completely from him and thrust back in a bit gentler than before, finding a fast, smooth motion of long deep strokes. My pace allowing his pleasure to build steadily. His fingers began to clutch at the sheets again, and his moans grew louder. With one final cry he shuddered his release against the sheets and I allowed myself to join him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rhythmic tightening of his ass around my slick, hard cock.

As I withdrew and threw out the condom he flipped to his back and offered an arm for me as he always did. We lay there as we had so many times before. The same, but different somehow.

"Thank you." He said, still panting. "You've always held back a bit. I've always known that, and I understood why. In truth, I don't think I would have been ready for that years ago when I first asked, but today it was perfect."

I grinned against his chest. "I'm glad. What are friends for?"

He tightened his arm for a moment around me in a hug. "I'm glad you feel the same way. In theory, it seems a bit weird to be friends with your consort, but it just sort of feels like where we're at."

"Completely agreed."

We'd run close to our hour this week, and we cleaned up quickly. Kim and Jesse sat in the wingbacks chatting together as we emerged and I couldn't help but laugh at the scene. "Well aren't we just a weird little group these days?" Everyone else laughed as well and after a round of hugs, they rescheduled and left.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened that day, or the next, and we slowly fell back into our normal routine.

A few weeks later as we lay on the couch reading together one night, Jesse's fingers idly playing with my hair, he broke the comfortable silence with a subject we'd both been avoiding for some time now. "I graduate in six weeks you know."

I stretched against him sensually. "Mmm. I know."

"I start at the hospital two weeks after that." He continued.

"I know. I know. Guess we'd better start looking soon huh?"

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked.

I flipped in his arms, confused by the question. "Stay?"

He nodded. "I'll keep working for you."

"You just spent your family's savings and six years of your life working toward your dream and you're going to give it up to be a consorts assistant?" It was laughable.

He just nodded, looking far too serious for my liking.

The concern that had lingered at the back of my mind since the incident finally found its way out. "Is this because of what happened?"

His golden eyes darkened to glowing embers. "Of course it is. What if I hadn't been there?"

I shook my head. "That's not what I mean. Is part of what's been bothering you the fact that you saw me with someone else? Do you feel differently about us now; about what I do?"

He looked dumbfounded and his lips were on mine before I realized he'd closed the distance between us. His kiss hard and demanding. When he pulled away I was gasping for breath. His eyes held mine. "It is only, ONLY, because it scared me. Understood?"

I brushed my lips across his once more. "Understood." I was deeply relieved. I wouldn't have known how to respond if he'd said yes.

"I don't want you to keep working for me." I continued the original conversation now that my concerns had been put to rest. "I'll miss you at the office, but you will get to move out of the dorms and live here full time. And, I'll get to see you living your dream!"

His gentle smile melted me in a way nothing else ever had, just as it always did.

I continued, "You'll live here with me, and we'll find me a new crappy assistant."

"Agreed." He nodded. "But, hopefully not too crappy."

I settled back against his chest and went back to my book. He wasn't finished.

"When do you want to get married?"

I flipped around again with a grin. "Soon"

"Me too. What do you think about doing it just after I graduate but before I start work? I'll finish school, we can find you a new assistant, and then maybe you can take some time off. We can get married and have two weeks with nothing to do other than each other."

I didn't bother to speak my answer as I set my book on the floor and shifted to straddle his hips, pressing him back against the couch as our lips met. It didn't seem to matter how many times we touched; the electricity that always accompanied it never faded. We parted only to remove our clothing, the feel of his warm skin and sinewy muscle generating waves of pleasure as we came together, nothing but skin and soul. It still shocked me how different it was with him than with clients. I'd never known it could feel like this.

I knelt, straddling his lap, his hard cock standing at attention, pressed tightly against my own between our bellies as I rolled my body against his. Our gaze held; bright gold locked to deep emerald as I ran my palms down his arms to interlace my fingers with his. We slid further down the couch, our bodies moving as one, without thought. I parted his knees with mine and raised our intertwined hands to rest beside his head. Settling my hips between his, I shifted forward, my weight resting on our hands. Without hesitation, my throbbing member instantly and instinctively found his tight opening as his thighs clutched my hips, his calves pulling against my ass, urging my body closer. I pushed into him slowly, his body opening without resistance. I was welcome there, as I had never been anywhere else.

Those beautiful golden eyes fell shut in ecstasy and his fingers tightened around mine until our knuckles whitened. We moved together, slowly, sensually, tenderly, as if each brush of the skin was our first, or our last. Our bodies knew one another as if they had been created for no other purpose. He rose up, fingers slipping from mine as he curled around me. He encompassed my senses so completely that it was no longer possible for me to exist without his touch. Our hips rocked together, slow and deliberately as I slipped in and out of his warmth. The world fell away as we rose through a swirling abyss of pleasure. He smelled of sandalwood and my mint shampoo and something so distinctly him that it could never be recreated. I buried my face in the bend of his neck and held deep inside him as we trembled, moving as one entity. My swollen, throbbing head pressed continuously against his prostate as his hot tunnel spasmed and tightened around me. Existence fell away as my body tensed and curled around his, finding release deep inside the only home I'd ever known. A sudden heat spread across my belly as his hard cock shot out thick ropes of pleasure. There was nothing else. There never had been, and there never would be.