The entire day, I felt like I’d been floating on cloud nine. I can’t explain it, but meeting George the night before, something felt so intense and real. I used to give my friends shit about the idea of love at first sight, but now I’m not so sure it's fake.
I was able to shake myself from the euphoric cloud that I’d floated through the day on, at least to head into my closet and get ready to meet my father. Dinners, galas, and fundraisers had become old hat for me, as my father’s political career spanned decades.
Knowing that this was an important dinner, I decided to shy away from some of more flamboyant suits that I would wear to a gala or fundraiser, and I grabbed my navy blue pinstripe suit. While most of the suits that I owned were off-the-rack suits, this one was specially purchased for election night, when my father ran for governor. I’d been sent to tailor, to have the suit made form and it hugged me in all the right places.
It didn’t take me too long to get ready and out the door. My father’s assistant had called earlier in the day to offer to have a car service pick me up, but I’d opted to drive myself. Knowing that I would stay with George again tonight, I wanted to make sure that I could inconspicuously make my way to the hotel without having to explain myself later not to mention the fact that I wanted to make sure that I had an overnight bag with me this time.
My father greeted me warmly when I arrived. We were, as per usual tucked away in a back room, I’m sure both for security's sake as well as to keep out of the way of prying eyes. My father may be a politician, but his background in the fire service still shows. He remains the strong, muscular man that I remember in my youth. He makes time every day to get in a serious workout and the seams on his suit are working valiantly to demonstrate his physical strength.
We were only there a moment, making the usual small talk, when I saw him, and my breath caught. George Hadley, striding confidently into the restaurant. My father followed my gaze, before giving me a strange look.
“Do you know Mr. Hadley?” My father asked, in a hushed voice.
“Huh? What?” I asked, blinded by the man walking toward us.
He walked right up to our table and extended his hand, “Governor Adams, a pleasure to meet you. My father sends his regards, he wanted to be here personally, but unexpected business matters arose he asked me to meet you in his place.”
As soon as the introductions were finished, George’s eyes warmed immensely as he turned to me. A slight blush crept across both of our cheeks. I could see my father’s gaze moving between us in my peripheral vision.
“This is my son…” My father started to say.
“Mike…yes, we’ve met.” He said, smiling brightly, “I just didn’t expect to see you again so soon.” these words were directed at me.
“Neither did I…but I’m glad.” my voice was soft and slightly shy, completely out of character for me.
My father motioned for us all to sit. As we did I couldn’t help be notice the bemused look on his face. My father was a lot of things, but he was no fool. My whole life he’d been there supporting me, walking with me in my first pride parade, drying my eyes after my first boyfriend broke my heart, and even joining me at a gay bar on my 21st birthday. To say he was an ally was selling him short. He could see the connection that was sizzling between George and I, and chaste looks, stolen touches. I’m not quite sure how we ended up this way, but George was next to me while my father was on the other side of the table.
Despite the obvious energy at the table George and my father got down to business. Throughout the night I couldn’t help but look at George in awe. This man was the most gorgeous man I think I’d ever met, and now I get to see how incredibly intelligent he is as well. Anyone who could hold their own in steady conversation with my father had to be solid in their understanding of both government and policy.
I’m not totally sure when it happened, but by the time the food arrived, I realized that George’s arm had found its way around the back of my chair and he’d turned his whole body toward me while speaking. Perhaps it was the butterflies that I was feeling inside me, but the move felt incredibly intimate. It felt as though he was creating a bubble that just he and I could exist in, if only for that moment.
“So, when did the two of you meet?” My father asked, before taking a bite of his steak, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
It would have been imperceptible to the average person, but I could tell he was dying to know what was going on. The chemistry that was radiating between George and I was charged with sexual tension.
“I met Mike last night actually, he and a few of his co-workers were at the bar in my hotel,” George said, his eyes never leaving mine.
“We got to chatting, and just seemed to hit it off,” I said, keeping George’s gaze.
“I can see that,” My father said with a wink, his smirk growing.
I cut my gaze to him and felt my face grow a scorching shade of crimson.
“Dad…” I hissed at him, despite being in my 30s, he still knew just what to say to embarrass me.
Before I could completely crawl into a hole and die of mortification, I heard the richest, heartiest laugh build from George’s chest.
“I like you Governor Adams, you’re no bullshit.” He said, before turning to me, “I’ll agree with Mike, we really hit it off.” he said with a wink.
What the fuck was happening here? I sort of felt like I was in the twilight zone. The man that I’d met the night before, who’d fucked me within an inch of my sanity, was meeting my fucking father? Not only that, but he was the son of a powerful donor in the democratic party, and he’s making no bones about liking me in front of my dad.
“Pinch me…” I thought to myself, or so I thought.
“Ow, what the hell,” I gasped, feeling George pinch my leg, “What was that for?” I asked, rubbing the spot with a smirk.
“You did kind of ask him to, son,” My father said, from across the table.
Both he and George burst out laughing when they could see the look on my face, realizing I had said it out loud.
“UGH, I hate you both,” I said, but couldn’t help smiling at them.
“I don’t think that’s quite true, do you, Governor?” George said, smirking at me.
“I don’t Mr. Hadley, but I have a feeling that you should just start calling me Bob.” My dad said with a wink.
“Well Bob, then I think you should just call me George,” George said with a returned wink before raising his glass to my father.
The rest of the meal was equal parts political shop talk and casual banter between the three of us. For the majority of the meal, George’s arm remained behind me, his thumb every so often sliding up and down on my back.
After the plates were cleared and the waiter returned with the slip to sign for the meal, we all stood. There was a moment when I felt suddenly awkward, how were we going to end this so it didn’t seem like I was going to be slinking off to his hotel room?
“Well, George, it really was a pleasure. I look forward to seeing you again.” My father said, offering his hand.
“Bob, I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other,” George said, smiling widely.
“I love you, Mike,” Dad said hugging me, then he turned to George, “Don’t keep him up too late, his mother is expecting him for brunch tomorrow.” with a conspiratorial wink, and a belly laugh.
I am sure my eyes were wide as saucers as I watched my father walk away from the table, joined by his assistant as he rounded the corner to the main dining room. My racing mind was interrupted by the deep chuckle coming from beside me. A grin couldn’t be stopped as it slid over my lips.
“Just what on earth is so funny?” I asked, my tone bordering on incredulous.
“If you could see the look you’re making right now, you look like you got caught with your hands in the cookie jar,” George said, with that sexy smirk.
Before I could respond, he turned me to face him and pulled me close, his kiss was like electricity coursing through my body. I practically collapsed into him and opened my mouth to receive the kiss. It felt like we’d stood there for hours, but I know it was only minutes.
“Do you still want to stay the night with me?” he asked, a slightly unsure tone and pensive expression.
I looked into his eyes, “Whatever gave you the impression that I wasn’t, Mr. Hayden?” the corners of my mouth belying my teasing tone.
Relief washed over his expression, and he kissed me again. Grabbing his hand, I led him through the restaurant and onto the street. I’d parked in a parking garage just down the block, never really liking the idea of valet parking.
As we made our way down the street our hands remained entwined. There was an almost kinetic energy that was pulsing between us, it was something that I’d never in my life felt before.
I’d had plenty of boyfriends over the years, most lasting not more than a few months, but this was different. It may sound crazy but there was a connection that felt deeper than our 2 days of knowing each other should allow.
As we reached the garage, George pressed me against the wall and kissed me again.
“This is fucking crazy Mikey.” He gasped when he broke the kiss, his eyes searching mine.
“It’s really fucking crazy, but I don’t want to stop,” I said, before leading us up the stairs.
Holding George’s hand I led him to my parked car, but before I could unlock the door, he spun me around and pinned me to it. His mouth attacked mine with the ferocity of a man possessed.
“FUCK, what are you doing to me?” He gasped between kisses.
The buttons of my shirt went flying as he tore open my shirt, and began chewing on my engorged nipples. No matter how desperately I tried to keep them quiet, my moans echoed through the parking structure. Looking down at him, his eyes looked wild with hunger.
My body jerked as he worked my belt open and then my dress slacks. The sight of this rich and powerful man sinking to his knees, onto a dirty parking garage floor for me was intoxicating.
When he pulled back my boxer briefs, my throbbing cock slapped him in the face. Despite that, he never broke eye contact. Not when it landed on his cheek, not when he wrapped his lips around my head.
“FUCK…” I growled throatily, my fingers curling in his hair.
He plunged effortlessly to the base of my cock, and worked it with a hunger I’ve rarely been on the receiving end of. His strokes were desperate, and the scene was so intense I wasn’t going to last long.
“I’m gonna cum baby…” I whined, as my orgasm began crashing through my body.
It felt like my body was hooked up to a generator and was coursing with sexual energy. My hair was standing on end, flesh covered in goosebumps. Then I felt the waves building inside me.
“George!” I cried, too loudly for discretion, but not caring.
Instead of pulling back, he plunged back down my shaft and as the cum shot out, I could feel his throat working hard to keep up with the flow. My knees buckled but he kept me upright, pinned to the side of my car.
As the intensity of my orgasm started to pass, I felt like I’d completed a marathon. My body ached from the release but was sated.
I pulled him up to me, kissing him deeply. The salty taste of my cum was still on his lips. This perfectly manicured man looked absolutely wrung out, and it was for me.
“I wanted to do that the minute I saw you tonight Mikey.” He said when he broke the kiss and rested his forehead to mine.
“There are a lot of things I’d like to do to you too Mr. Hadley, but maybe not here?” I said, my breath still ragged from the orgasm.
We both chuckled at that, looking around and remembering where we were.
“Let’s go, baby,” George said to me, before another kiss.
***
Seeing as we were mere blocks, it took almost no time for us to reach the hotel. Thankfully I had an overcoat in the car, as my shirt was not very presentable. Once in the elevator, I was pressed against the wall, and once again my mouth was attacked.
“I think I have a problem here Mikey,” George said with a smirk.
“And what might that be Mr. Hadley?” I asked, my voice teasing and flirty.
“I think I’m addicted to you.” He said, his smirk disappearing and his eyes growing intense.
I just leaned forward and kissed him, my tongue marching deep into his mouth and battling for dominance over his own. We barely registered the elevator slowing, until the chime of the doors opening. When they did, we pulled apart and our eyes were locked.
“It’s not an addiction if I feel it too,” I said back, matching the intensity of his previous gaze.
We made it to the door of the suite before George pinned me to the wall. He pushed my suit coat and shirt off my shoulders and let them fall to the floor. He ground his body into me, undoing my pants as his hip thrust forward. The deftness of his movements made it impossible to resist him. Soon I stood there with my pants at my ankles, being molded to his wild whims.
Turning me, I felt his stubble tickle the back of my neck as the heat of his breath showered across my shoulders. Goosebumps broke out over my entire body, and I gasped at the intensity of the sensation. As his mouth began traveling over my back and shoulders, his arms encircled me and pulled me tighter to him.
I was lost to the juxtaposition of his soft lips and rough stubble moving across my shoulders, that is until I felt his hand slide into the seat of my boxer briefs. His thick fingers moved lightly down the crack of my ass, then roughly parted my cheeks. A guttural moan escaped my lips as his finger made contact with my still-swollen pucker.
“George!” I whined.
I was begging and needy, almost desperate. It was so much different from when I called his name mere moments ago. This time I needed more.
“Tell me what you need Mikey,” His voice deep and gravelly with hunger.
His finger pushed into me and started moving in and out. He didn’t wait long before his second finger was pushed inside me, which was greeted with a low groan from me.
“I need you George, I need you inside me, baby.” My voice was almost unrecognizable for its thirst.
Considering his hands seemingly never left my body, I was shocked when he pushed down the back of my boxer briefs and his cock was out. I heard him spit and then felt the blunt head against my hole.
“Fuck, yes…” He groaned as he pushed forward into me.
“Oh God!” I whimpered, my body welcoming him like an old friend.
“You feel so good, so fucking good!” George murmured in my ear as he began to work his cock in and out.
I could feel the fabric of his expensive suit ghosting over my skin, as he leaned forward onto me. The silk of his tie cool on my back, before it was gone, having been tossed back over his shoulder. When his cock reached its full depth, the scratch of his zipper was an almost erotic sensation.
“I missed you inside me, baby,” I gasped, feeling him throb deep inside me.
“I missed you too Mikey,” He whispered in my ear, before biting it.
From that point, the gentleness he’d been exhibiting was gone. He pulled almost all the way out of me, before thrusting all the way back in. He was hammering my guts with each stroke of his cock and thrust of his hips.
“I’m never giving you up Mikey,” He called out, barely audible over the slapping of our skin.
“I’ll never ask you to baby,” I whine, bracing myself against the wall to keep from falling with his brutal thrusts.
His thrusts grew erratic and his breathing was catching.
“You want my cum boy?” He growled at me.
“I need it,” I called out.
My own orgasm was building, and though the intensity of this one was somewhat less than the last, I was still going to be rocked.
“FUCK, oh Mikey, take it,” He bellowed, his hip slamming into me in short, powerful thrusts.
The heat of his seed spilling inside me was enough to send me over the edge.
“Oh baby, fuck…I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped, my body going rigid.
My load was about half the size of what he’d swallowed in the garage, but the intensity of the orgasm once again had my knees buckling. If it hadn’t been for George's strong arms around my waist, I’d have fallen into my crumpled clothes and splattered cum.
Feeling him slip from, I turned to him and kissed him deeply. Looking into his eyes, I saw something I can’t describe. It was far too soon to say it was love, but I don’t know how else to describe it. My heart was saying that word already to me too, but how the fuck could that possibly be?
“We should probably get inside baby,” He said, leaning his head on mine, smirking that devilish smirk.
I had been so lost in him, that I had forgotten we were in the hallway outside his room. I was momentarily mortified, until I remembered his was one of only a few rooms up here, so we likely weren’t discovered.
Once the door was opened, I grabbed my crumpled suit coat and shirt off the floor and waddled in with my pants still around my ankles. When I pulled off my shoes and pants, my phone slipped from my pants pocket. Picking it up I see a message from my father.
“Bring George to brunch tomorrow, you guys are cute together ;)” his text message read.
Showing the message to George, I know I was three shades of red.
“I’d love to baby,” George said, before leading me to the bedroom.
