Night had fallen outside, and the air had grown a little chilly. After Rory and I got into the car, I turned to him. “I think I’d better drive you home,” I said. “You downed those three drinks in a fairly short period of time.” I’d stopped at two whiskeys, both of which I’d stretched out over the entire dinner, so I was fine to drive.
Shadows fell across Rory’s face, but I could see that he was struggling to find the right words to say. Finally he gave up, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
Then he placed his hand on my thigh.
I was completely still for a moment, looking down at his long fingers, and at the wedding band he wore. Then I covered his hand with my own and moved it upward to my stiffening cock.
Rory moaned so faintly, the sound was almost inaudible. When he began stroking me through my pants, I leaned toward him. “Come home with me,” I whispered. “It’s not that late.”
He closed his eyes, and I heard his breaths coming faster. As I slid my palm along his inner thigh, he didn’t tense up. No, he seemed to welcome my touch. His lips parted, and his head fell back a little. When I cupped my hand between his thighs, I was delighted to find him hard for me. “Come home with me, Rory,” I repeated, the words more insistent now.
Finally he opened his eyes and met my stare. Then he nodded, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to kiss him. Too risky, I thought. And there would be plenty of time for that when I had him alone at my house.
I didn’t live all that far from the restaurant, and I was glad the drive was short; it wouldn’t do for Rory to have plenty of time to reconsider his decision.
“I need to call Heidi and at least check in or she’s going to lose her shit,” Rory said, reaching for his phone.
I grabbed his wrist, then fixed my stare on the road ahead. “Call her when you’re at my house.” I didn’t want his wife persuading him that he had to come home right away.
“Okay,” he said quietly. Maybe I didn’t have to worry about him changing his mind, after all, I thought. Maybe he would do exactly what I said. Imagining that made my dick strain against my pants.
Finally I pulled into the concrete drive in front of my house. “Home, sweet home,” I sighed as the motion sensor lights flicked on.
Rory stared up at the mansion, his mouth dropping open. “Wow, this place is incredible!”
It was too ostentatious for my liking, but it had been what Eve wanted. At least it was large enough to allow the two of us to avoid each other for the most part.
“Thank you,” I said to Rory, resisting the urge to touch him. “Let’s go inside.”
I didn’t worry about the neighbors seeing me with Rory as we walked toward the front door. If any of the nosy assholes happened to mention it to Eve, I’d tell her Rory got a little drunk during dinner, and I brought him back to the house to sober up so he could avoid a fight with Heidi. While Eve had been impressed with Rory when they met at that company party, she’d described Heidi as an “antisocial little shrew” during our drive home. Needless to say, my wife wouldn’t question my story.
Once I’d led Rory inside and entered the code to disengage the security system, I turned on a few more lights. “This is such a beautiful home,” he said, staring all around.
“I’ll save the grand tour for another time,” I told him, taking the phone and keys he held so I could place them, along with mine, on a nearby table. Then I closed the distance between us. Suddenly his attention was focused solely on me, and when I gently took his face in my hands, his eyes widened a little. “Right now, I want to kiss you,” I said in a low voice. “Do you want me to kiss you, Rory?”
His breath quickened, making his excitement clear. “Yes,” he whispered.
At first I merely brushed my lips against his, almost teasing as I made him come to me. When he grew only more eager for my mouth, I gave him a deep, lingering kiss. His lips were full and warm and wet, and as I slipped my tongue between them, Rory moaned.
It was then that he seemed to lose his inhibitions, for he pulled me to him, running his fingers through my hair as he kissed me harder. I wrapped my arms around him, then slid my hands over his back and down to his firm ass. Soon he was so turned on that his hips were giving little thrusts, and I could feel how hard he was for me. I couldn’t wait to see and touch and taste that cock.
But Rory reluctantly withdrew from me, still breathing fast. “I really need to call Heidi,” he said, the words practically an apology.
“Of course,” I replied, watching as he retrieved his phone from the table. “But let’s go upstairs first.”
I led the way, turning on a lamp that sat on a small table in the upstairs hall. Rory followed me to a guest room, which was tastefully furnished and completely impersonal. It contained no items that my wife and I held dear; the room could have been anyone’s.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I told Rory, “and I’ll be back in a bit. The bathroom’s right across the hall if you need to use it.” He nodded and sank onto the edge of the bed, frowning down at his phone. It was clear he had no desire to call Heidi. “You want a drink?” I asked from the doorway. “I think you’re plenty liquored up as it is, but some water might do you good.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “That sounds great, thanks.”
I figured his conversation with Heidi might last awhile, so I took the opportunity to use the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom I still shared with Eve. Though we were no longer fucking, neither of us was willing to start sleeping in one of the guest rooms. We didn’t want to admit to being that couple, and there were appearances to maintain.
In the bathroom, I quickly stripped naked and then stepped into the shower to get myself as clean as possible in preparation for the night ahead. Once I was finished, I put on a robe, tying it closed. Back in my bedroom, I retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube from the bedside table, and I slipped both into the pocket of the robe I wore.
After a trip to the kitchen for two glasses of ice water, I headed back to the guest room. I found Rory lying back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. From all appearances, the phone call had not gone well.
Now it was up to me to take his mind off that.
Rory quickly sat up when I entered the room, and he thanked me again as he accepted the glass of water. While he took several large swallows, I noticed his stare moving over me. I placed my own glass on the bedside table, then took the lube and condom from the pocket of my robe. Rory’s eyes widened at the sight of them.
When he’d drained his glass, I set it aside, giving him a grin. Then I moved closer, stepping between his thighs so he had to spread them wider. His stare was fixed on my hands as I untied the robe and let it slide from my shoulders.
The sight of my naked body summoned forth an immediate response from him, for I saw his erection return and begin to tent his pants. His stare was so hot and eager that it made my own dick grow harder. He gazed at my cock with such an abject need that I swore I saw him tremble.