Colorado Game - 18. Chapter 18

CHAPTER *18*

When I woke up, he was already gone, but I had slept in late. It was around eleven when I finally brought myself to getting up. There was a surprise waiting in the kitchen when I came in; all the dirty dishes, glasses and cutlery were gone. Well, not gone; Ross had stacked them on the counter because he didn't know where they all went, but they were all clean! I had just put the last of it away when the phone rang and I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Finally!" I heard. It sounded impatient. "It's me."

"What do you mean ‘finally'?" I asked, grinning like an idiot as I hopped onto the counter. "Did you call before?"

"Only three times," he said, and it sounded like he was smiling. "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby."

"You looked like one," he said, his voice turning intimate. "All rolled up like a fetus."

"Shut up," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Thanks for the dishes."

"You're welcome," he said, "feel like making them dirty again?" The way he said it; he could even make dishes sound erotic.

"In what way?" I asked, grinning, and he laughed softly.

"As in lunch."

"That depends... are you going to fall asleep again?" The only answer I got was a deep, threatening growl. "Because I tell ya... I was hot and ready to go last night but..." I exaggerated. In person I might be a chickenshit but on the phone... that was safe enough.

"I'll be hearing this for a while, won't I?" he asked, resigned.

"Yeah," I said slowly. "A long, long time."

"So can I come over?" he asked, laughing at my assurance.

"Sure. I'll see you at one?"

"A bit sooner, please," he replied. "I think I need some making up time as well." That last sounded like a definite promise.

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The intercom buzzed at a few minutes before noon and I pressed the button to let him come up, opening the door slightly so that he could come in while I went back to the kitchen to continue making lunch. Not that much, really, just a salad and sandwiches; probably not what he was used to. I almost jumped a foot in the air when two hands suddenly snuck around my middle from behind; he'd come in so quietly that I hadn't even heard the door or his footsteps on the wooden floors.

"Hi," he whispered in my ear. I half turned around and received a kiss on my cheek and when I caught a glimpse of a beige jacket, I completely turned. He grinned and spread his arms.

"Like it? I followed your advice and bought it on the way to work."

Was he kidding? Like it? He looked downright hot! The jacket and pants were beige, and he wore it with a matching tie that he had loosened a bit. He'd also opened the top button of a brightly white shirt, also new. I've always liked to look at a man in a suit; it's a fetish of mine. On the internet I frequently watch pictures of men, usually in the suit & tie category, and I'm not afraid to admit that I occasionally satisfied myself from the pictures. Watching them turned me on and I didn't need to see them engaged in sexual activity, just looking at them got me going in a matter of minutes; my mind did the rest. Several of my previous, let's call them ‘romantic entanglements' had been with guys who I had met in a bar which the office crowd frequented and seeing Ross now, yeah... it worked. It's not instant hornyness or something like that but I definitely get receptive to urges of the frisky kind.

I took the tie between my fingers, stroking the soft fabric with my thumb and softly pulled him closer. Ross tilted his head and smiled. I got up to my toes and kissed him, letting one hand slide into his neck and the other around his middle. He opened his lips and softly sucked on my tongue as I deepened the kiss a bit. When he lifted his head he looked downright pleased.

"Glad to know you approve," he said, "what's for lunch?" I turned to finish the preparations and he set his hands on either side of me on the counter, looking over my shoulder while brushing his lips in my neck.

"Salad, sandwiches and... ehm, stop it, you're distracting me."

He softly laughed and went for my ear, touching it with his tongue, which caused me to grab the counter. Damn, that felt good. I lifted my chin and leaned back. He snuck an arm around my middle, pulling me against him.

"Mmmm..." he hummed, pushing with his hips. Oh my… "I thought about you all morning." Evidently! I smiled and brought up my hand to let my fingers slide into his hair.

"I wish I could say the same but I was asleep like a rock." He made an insulted sounds and bit into my earlobe, hard enough to make it painful. "Ouch..."

He let his mouth travel up and down the side of my neck, leaving a trail of tiny bites, placing his other hand on my lower abdomen. Then he let it slide down the front of my jeans and palmed my rapidly growing arousal.

"I'm hard as a rock," he whispered. Lunch was going to have to wait.

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"Jesus," he sighed, a couple of times, about an hour later.

"Stop calling me that," I said, caressing his arm, which was still trembling from the strain he had put on it not ten minutes before. He grinned down at me and slowly lowered himself down for a kiss.

"That was... incredible," he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

"Mmm," I said, making a so-so gesture. "I've had better." He laughed disbelievingly and let himself fall beside me.

"You...did...not...just...say...that," he said, emphasizing each word with each pant. I grinned and put my arms up, shoving my hands underneath my head, and I sighed contently. He rolled onto his side and propped an elbow up, letting his head rest on it. All he did was watch me with this slow, sexy smile on his face.

"I feel like I've been run over by a truck," I sighed, giving him a lopsided grin.

"What a coincidence," he said, winking at me, "I feel like a truck who just ran you over." I was about to stump him when the phone rang, downstairs. I reached for the phone on the nightstand, one of which I had the sound disabled, and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, ‘Norcross, I mean Mark'. Is my son there? This is Sofia Forester."