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I pour all my focus into the merger with the Brookes as that should be finalized before the wedding, I kept giving about going for the portrait sitting.. Anastasia needs my half of the sitting finished, and since I’ve apparently made myself impossible to schedule with at the house, Lucas comes to me instead, sketchbook under his arm, professional and distant in a way that shouldn’t feel like an accusation and does anyway. My assistant informs me of his arrival and I I told her to send him in. It’s been over a week since I last saw him he sets me up to sit and get to work for the first twenty minutes we don’t talk beyond the necessary. “You didn’t bring your assistant,” I say finally, because I can’t help myself. “Marcus had a shoot.” He doesn’t look up from the sketch. “Why, did you miss him?” “I don’t like him.” “You don’t like him?” Or “You didn’t like watching him near me.” Lucas’s hand stills on the page. “There’s a difference.” I don’t answer that, because there isn’t a version of the answer that doesn’t say more than I’m ready to say. But he’s looking at me now, sketchbook forgotten, and the distance between us in this room is suddenly the only thing I can think about. “I said things to you,” I say. “At the house. I didn’t mean…” “You meant them enough to say them.” “I was scared.” It comes out rougher than I intend, more honest than I’ve let myself be about any of this. “I still am. That doesn’t make it right, what I said to you.” Something in his face softens, just slightly, just enough. “Ethan…” Whatever he was going to say, I don’t let him finish it. I close the distance instead, and we found each other I realized I missed him… the kisses so intensed I grab his ass ummm he moans Fuckk I love hearing him moan… I grab his shirt unbuttoning them kissing his neck I didn’t even realize when my trousers had come undone ahhh I groan as his hands grabbed my dick, I kissed his bare hairless chest pinking and sucking on his nipples while he strike my dick. This time as he went down on me I don’t stop him, his warm soft lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, umm he sucks on it like a pro grabbing my ass as I thrust fucking his mouth he’s eyes staring into mine he didn’t break the eye contact and it turns me on more… uhhhh his fingers slipped into my ass fuckkk I moaned as I thrust faster and deeper cumming and filing up his mouth bits of my cum slips rolling out his mouth the sight of that… I pull him up grabbing him by his neck chocking him slightly “You’re mine now” don’t you dare play games with me “Yes daddy” we share a deep passionate kiss. “Come to my penthouse,” I say against his temple, low, like it’s a decision I’ve already made and I’m only now telling him about it. “Not the house. Somewhere that’s actually mine.” He pulls back just enough to look at me, searching for the catch, the retreat that came last time. “I mean it,” I tell him. “From now on”.Anastasia didn’t have to wonder too much as the truth found her.A file of photos landed in her inbox three days after she’d confronted Damien about the missed dinners, taken from across the street, but unmistakable. Damien, at the door of a the penthouse. Beside him, was Lucas it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see how suspicious they were holding hands… Anastasia couldn’t believe her eyes, then she flipped to the next picture and she saw them kissing. She stared at it a long time. Then she drove there herself.She didn’t call ahead. Didn’t plan what she’d say. The doorman, who’d waved her through a hundred times for a hundred reasons, let her up without question, and she let herself in with the emergency code Damien had given her years ago some old habit of trust that hadn’t caught up yet to what she already knew.They weren’t expecting anyone. That much was obvious when she opened the door to see them in bed stark naked, Damien on Lucas kissing him while stroking his dick. She
The penthouse becomes the only place I actually want to be.It’s strange, how fast it happens Lucas has a key now. I gave it to him three weeks ago, dropped it on the counter like it wasn’t a decision that terrified me, and he’d looked at it for a long moment before pocketing it without a word, like he understood exactly what it cost me to hand it over.We don’t talk about what this is. We don’t have to. It’s in the the way I’ve started clearing my evenings without fully admitting to myself why, the low, easy quiet that settles over the place when he’s there sketching on the balcony while I finish up emails I’m barely reading.I’ve never had this. Not with Anastasia, not with anyone. I didn’t know I wanted it until I had it, and now that I do, the thought of not having it feels like something closer to panic than I’m willing to examine.“You’re staring again,” Lucas says, not looking up from his sketchbook.“I’m allowed to stare. You’re in my apartment.” I replied while still maining
Lucas It was beautiful as I recalled the flashbacks of the intensity of the things we did in his office at work! Thank goodness the building is soundproof I can’t imagine someone hearing us like his secretary and he asked me to his penthouse, us alone. In the drive there I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear and so excited about seeing this man again…i drive through the gates into the massive penthouse the butler showed me in as I carried my canvas. Immediately I opened the door there he is waiting for me the thought made a tingle run down my toes I dropped the canvas and work bag. “What took you so long?”“Traffic” “Don’t ever keep me waiting again” yes daddy And without much thought he ripped my shirt open buttons flying around a groan erupted from him. The rush, the thrill, the excitement the kisses once again rough but I pull back …”wait”. And slowly I plant kisses from his neck to his beautiful built chest my mouth round his nipple, bitting and sucking on it while my o
Damien I pour all my focus into the merger with the Brookes as that should be finalized before the wedding, I kept giving about going for the portrait sitting.. Anastasia needs my half of the sitting finished, and since I’ve apparently made myself impossible to schedule with at the house, Lucas comes to me instead, sketchbook under his arm, professional and distant in a way that shouldn’t feel like an accusation and does anyway. My assistant informs me of his arrival and I I told her to send him in. It’s been over a week since I last saw him he sets me up to sit and get to work for the first twenty minutes we don’t talk beyond the necessary.“You didn’t bring your assistant,” I say finally, because I can’t help myself.“Marcus had a shoot.” He doesn’t look up from the sketch. “Why, did you miss him?”“I don’t like him.”“You don’t like him?” Or “You didn’t like watching him near me.” Lucas’s hand stills on the page. “There’s a difference.”I don’t answer that, because there isn’t
Am I gay? I kept wondering and asking myself…I kissed him, and worst still I enjoyed it he’s been in my head ever since…For the next week I bury myself in work… still shocked about what had happened the last time he was here, I kept telling myself I must be going crazy and that I just needed to be away from him but even in my thoughts he’s there, I close my eyes and I see him how do I get rid of this man? I can’t deny the fact that I enjoyed what happened between us.. his Perfect round ass such a fit in my hands, the kiss was magnificent I was rock hard just from his hands on my nioples and he almost went down on me… that cannot happen again. Lucas brings someone with him to the next sitting.I saw it the second they walk in a tall, easy-smiling man introduced as “my assistant, Marcus,” except assistants don’t laugh at everything you say like they’ve been waiting all week for the chance, and they definitely don’t touch your arm the way this one does within the first two minutes of
LucasAnastasia calls two days before the next sitting, apologetic in that graceful way she has, explaining her father needs her for something at the estate and she won’t make it back in time. “Could you take the portrait to Damien instead? He can review the progress for both of us”.I say yes before I’ve fully thought it through, and then spend the entire drive over regretting saying yes at all.The house looks the same as it always does. A housekeeper lets me in and tells me Damien’s expecting me in his study, and I walk there with the canvas under my arm like a shield. He’s at his desk when I come in, jacket off, sleeves rolled, and he looks up in a way that makes my chest go tight and stupid. “I wanted this man” I want him to fill me up with his cock…shut up Lucas! I snapped back. “Anastasia said you’d be reviewing on her behalf,” I say, too fast, setting the canvas against the wall. “So I hear.” He comes around the desk, studies the painting for a long moment really studies







