Page 7 of So Worth More
“What’s wrong?” I wasn’t able to connect the dots properly, more than a little cum drunk. My orgasm had hit me like a ton of bricks, some hitting the wall. I was too out of it to worry about it leaving a stain.
“The condom broke.”
Will sounded horrified and I sobered immediately. “Did you cum? Is that what I’m feeling?”
“Yeah, I dunno what happened.” I turned to see him putting his finger through the hole in the ruined condom.
“We were going a little rough, and maybe a little too dry?” I said softly, as he pulled on his boxers and perched on the arm of the sofa.
“Is it a problem? What’s your status? I haven’t been with anyone apart from you since my last test and I was negative. Nothing to worry about on my side.” I rushed to get out, babbling in my desperate haste to soothe him as I simultaneously pulled myself together, pulling up my pants and throwing back on my t-shirt from where it had landed on the floor.
He looked ready to bolt and we needed to discuss this. We were adults and we could act like ones, right? Will looked over at me and let out a breath. From where I stood, I could see his relief.
The adrenaline drop had me starting to shake. I needed to get cleaned up, have a drink and sit down or I was going to collapse. Leaning back a little, my legs stopped shaking as I was propped up by the wall. “Same here, nothing to worry about. No one but you since my last test either and I’m on PrEP.” He paused, considering something. “Maybe, if you think, we could stop using condoms? That is, unless you plan on hooking up with someone else.” He looked hesitant and this was a rare show of vulnerability from him. There was a tiny sliver of anger there too, that the idea of me with someone else got him riled up. “I’m not seeing anyone else and even though this is just a hookup, I don’t want you with anyone else. I know that’s selfish and wrong of me since I can’t give you a proper relationship. I won’t share you. Just you and me. Do you want that?”
I gave him a nod and he continued. “Eventually you might want more than what we’re doing, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it. Y’ know I don’t want a boyfriend right now, what we have works and is as much as I can do.”
I stopped him by saying firmly, “If I decide I want more and you still can’t give me that, then we end things. In the meantime, I’m not going to sleep with anyone else, so yeah, I trust you and we can go bare. I’ve never done that before.”
He looked surprised for a second before he nodded. “Maybe you should start PrEP, too?”
I thought about it for a minute and smiled at him. “I’ll call my doctor next week.” He came over to me, kissing me gently and helping me re-dress. Checking I was okay one final time, he left.
I took the pill, swallowed it without any water and went to rustle up some breakfast. While I wasn’t planning on having sex with anyone for a while, it was something less to think about and it was so routine now for me to take it, so I’d just carry on with it.
For the first time in a long time I felt calm and in control. While Will’s “less to worry about” comment had been on my mind a lot over the weekend, I’d decided not to dwell on it. I was confident that we could keep it professional at work and maybe in a couple of weeks I’d be ready for that date my sister wanted to set me up on. I groaned just thinking about how pathetic my love life had gotten that Abigail had taken to looking for guys for me. While I was grateful for her support, I couldn’t help but compare myself to her and it made me feel like shit.
***
If anyone in the office noticed anything off between Will and I, they weren’t saying anything. Truth be told, we were probably acting better than normal. There was none of the usual baiting or little digs. Just careful, bland politeness.
Frustratingly, I missed how we’d been before. Now I was being treated like nothing more than a stranger. The guy had fucked me for months, couldn’t keep his hands off me whenever we found ourselves alone, and now I was being treated like it hadn’t happened. It was actually starting to piss me off. In truth, it hurt more than it made me angry.
I hadn’t started things with Will. Sure he was hot and all, everything about him ticked off that imaginary list, but I’d been determined that my crush on him wouldn’t come to anything. No way was I going to make a move on him. The sexual tension between us had waned after the migraine incident, which I still hadn’t told Abby about. She didn’t need to hear how Will had insulted our dead mom. I’d been too angry to speak to him for days until he’d finally cornered me and begged for forgiveness.
It wasn’t even that I thought her selling her services like that was morally wrong, you gotta do what you gotta do so you could eat. Her memory was precious and he’d tainted it by insinuating that. He’d apologized but it had taken us a while to get back to the status quo. After a couple of weeks, late into his second month at Parker’s, things had eased between us, mostly because I couldn’t hold a grudge. Will had seemed sincerely sorry, so I let it go.
We’d just finished up a test collaborative project. I call it a test as it was pretty low stakes. While it was a big enough task that it required both teams, we’d done work for this company before so we weren’t treading new ground.
There had been doubts we could successfully pull it off, as our clashes were pretty regular at that time. Tame really, just insults, constant jabs and questioning, butting heads at almost every opportunity. The bump of the migraine incident was behind us and we’d found new common ground. However, the office didn’t know that Will and I had called a truce and I’d just introduced him to Farmer’s Fitness, Henry’s gym.
I’d found the place about six months before while I was getting over a particularly bad break-up. My self worth had been next to nil and apparently, according to Jason, the ex in question, I’d put on a few pounds, but not in a cute way. Dick. So I’d been going to the gym for a bit, and gotten into great shape. In a meeting with Freddie and Will, Farmer’s came into conversation and I’d ended up offering to meet Will there. He’d joined up that day.
The project meeting had finally wrapped up. As was the norm for us, we were the last people in the office, having assured our teams that it was okay to leave and there would be no destruction come morning. We were in the conference room gathering up materials, occasionally brushing against the other in passing, tension building with every seemingly innocent graze.
There had been small touches all day. Will had sat closer to me than was strictly necessary and more than once I’d been so distracted by him that someone had to repeat what they’d said. The feel of his thigh against mine, that small bit of contact had me questioning what was happening. More than once I thought I’d felt him sweep his hand along the inside seam of my leg, just a ghost of a feeling. To gain my attention he had put his hand along my arm adding a tiny, unnoticeable caress. When trying to discuss something privately, he’d turned his head and leaned into me so close that I felt his breath on my ear. I’d spent the entire day in a state of confused arousal.
I was taking cups to the break room, walking behind Will, when he turned suddenly and took the tray from me, setting it down on the counter. He just stood and looked at me for a minute. Awareness of how close we were standing prickled along my skin and my breathing picked up. Seeing my reaction, his eyes darkened and a smirk lit his face.
I swallowed, mouth dry, and Will’s eyes tracked the movement. He reached a hand, grabbing up my tie and pulling me towards him. He leaned down, his words brushing against my lips, “You want this, don’t you?” He moved forward so that our lower bodies touched. I felt the length of him hard against my stomach, my equally solid dick against his thigh. It was painful after being hard half the day.
I gasped as I felt him. “Yes,” I had managed to get out and without hesitation, he leaned down the last inch between us and claimed my mouth. Just took complete ownership of me and I was happy to let him.
Now I’d had great first kisses before, but this was a kiss to redefine all kisses. As his tongue licked into my mouth he used the hand grasping my tie to pull me closer into him, until there was no space between us. Melting into him, I gave into it and my hands started to explore.
First his lower back, pushing my hands up the broad expanse to his shoulders, bunching his charcoal shirt in my fists as I clutched him tightly, my tongue twined with his. Then my hands moved of their own accord, up along his neck before they found their way into his hair. I desperately pulled at the dark strands, wanting to keep his lips on mine forever. He groaned as my fingers tightened and I could only moan in response. His hand left my tie to hold my chin, cupping my throat, dominating me completely. His kiss became more demanding, forceful as if he wanted to own me, and his other hand fell to my ass, holding me firmly against him. We broke apart briefly to breathe before our lips touched again and clashed.
Some time later I became aware of the noises of the cleaning crew arriving outside and reluctantly pulled away from him. He looked down at me, hands cupping my jaw and thumbs brushing along my cheekbones before planting a simple, sweet kiss on my swollen and bruised lips.
