TASTED MYSELF IN YOU.

ORION.

As I drove us to my place, the events of the past few minutes felt like a blur. One moment, Harro and I were in the restroom, the tension between us palpable, and the next, I was leading him to my car. It wasn't until we were on the road that I realized I had made the decision to take him to my place without even thinking about it. It was closer, familiar, and somehow, it felt right.

As I glanced over at Harro, he was watching me with a curious and amused look. I couldn't help but think back to what happened in the restroom. The way he looked at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The way he touched my face, the way his fingers fit perfectly into mine, his every touch leaving me breathless and wanting more.

I had tried! Heaven knows I tried to resist him, to pretend that he didn't have an effect on me. To pretend I wasn't interested, but it was no use. Harro had a way of getting under my skin, of making me feel alive in a way that no one else ever had. He had a hold on me, and I was tired of denying it. Tonight, I had decided to stop fighting it, to see where this thing between us would go. And as I pulled into my driveway, I felt a thrill of anticipation, wondering what the rest of the night had in store.

I didn't give much thought about what was going to happen once we got to my place but he obviously had plans because the moment we made it through the door of my penthouse, Harro's passion became unstoppable. He slammed me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. His hands ripped my jacket off, the sound of tearing fabric echoing through my sitting room.

Without breaking our kiss, he pushed me towards the couch, his body moving in perfect sync with mine. We collapsed onto the plush cushions, Harro's mouth never leaving mine as he straddled me, his hips grinding against mine.

The soft, lunar glow cast an ethereal light on Harro's face, making him appear almost divine. His lips trailed down my jawline, and I tilted my head, granting him access. He left a path of teasing bites, his mouth sucking on my sweet spot, sending shivers down my spine. A raw, primal growl escaped my lips as Harro's touch ignited a fire within me. The sound seemed to fuel his passion, his kisses becoming more intense, more demanding. I was lost in the storm of his desire, my own passion rising to meet his.

Harro's fingers moved with a swift, practiced ease, undoing the buttons of my shirt and exposing my chest to his hungry gaze. His caress sent shivers down my spine, and his tongue dancing across my nipples was almost too much to bear. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan as pure bliss washed over me. But Harro wasn't done yet. His cold fingers brushed against the waistband of my trousers, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. He removed my belt with a swift tug, and the sound of my zipper coming undone was like music to my ears.

My black underwear was exposed, and Harro's eyes seemed to gleam with mischief as he took in the sight. He smirked up at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he hovered over my obvious hard-on. I shivered, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. Harro knew exactly what he was doing, and he was savoring every moment of it. He was a master tease, and I was his willing victim.

He got on his knees and slowly reached for my underwear, his fingers grazing my skin as he pulled it down, revealing my hard cock. It sprang out, slapping gently against my belly—my eyes widened in surprise and anticipation. When he dipped his head down, a wave of heat washed over me as I felt the warm sensation of his tongue flickering teasingly against the tip of my erection.

A slow "Fuck..." escaped my lips before I could think, caught off guard by the electrifying pleasure. I could feel the pre-cum seeping out, his tongue expertly swirling around my sensitive head, driving me wild with desire. My head fell back against the couch as pure ecstasy overwhelmed my senses, consuming me whole. The world around me faded, and all that existed was the intoxicating rhythm of his movements, each stroke igniting a fire deep within me.

A low growl escaped my lips as he deep-throated me completely, sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. The sensation of my cock sliding against the back of his throat was overwhelming, and to my astonishment, he didn't gag. Damn, he really knows how to work it.

He looked absolutely stunning, his lips stretched tantalizingly around me, glistening with desire. My legs instinctively parted further, craving even more access as he unleashed a symphony of skill upon my shaft, each movement flawless and intoxicating. I'd never encountered anyone who could make me feel this good before; it was absolute magic.

I groaned, my hand instinctively reaching for his silky white hair as a jolt of ecstasy shot through my cock. "Fuck...I'm cumming!" I gasped breathlessly, and in response, his tongue began to move with exquisite speed, driving me wild. A wave of pleasure washed over me as I released myself into his eager mouth, and my eyes widened in disbelief when I saw him swallow every drop.

Holy hell!

That was beyond hot!

He looked incredibly sexy, kneeling before me, the embodiment of desire and submission.

He grins at me mischievously, as if he can peer directly into my thoughts, and the sensation sends a flurry through my chest, making my heart perform a somersault. With a playful wink, he lets his tongue glide slowly across his lips, gathering the remnants of my cum left there. It astounds me how effortlessly he can do that. But there was no time to question him though, as he quickly resumes his position on my lap. His long legs gracefully splay on either side, and as he settles himself back down, his weight presses enticingly against me, causing my dick to twitch with desire, eliciting a deep, involuntary groan from my lips.

He leaned down, his lips meeting mine with a gentleness that belied the intensity of the moment. I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling the warmth and subtle movements of his body against mine. As he moved sensuously, I could sense the rhythm of our shared passion, my body responding eagerly to every shift.

The faint taste of myself lingered on his lips as I kissed him, the reminder of what he'd done to me only deepened my desire. I craved more, an insatiable longing that pulsed through every kiss and caress. The room was a symphony of our shared pleasure; soft moans and whispered breaths filled the air, as if we were creating a melody known only to us.

In our embrace, there was a constant dance for power, each kiss and touch a declaration of need. The hunger between us was undeniable, an unending testament to the connection that bound our bodies and souls together in this very intimate moment.

I looked up at him, my heart racing, when he suddenly stopped my hand just before I could undo his zipper.

"Why?" I whispered, confusion and desire mingling in my voice.

He responded with a hungry kiss, his lips pressing fervently against mine, igniting an intense spark between us. As we broke apart, he said, "If we go further than this, I won't be able to leave."

"Then, don't leave," I replied, my voice laced with a desperate urgency, each word heavy with longing as I reached for his pants again. My fingers brushed against the fabric, but he held my wrist firmly, preventing me from going further. I let out a frustrated groan, the heat of anticipation mixing with anger as he continued to deny me. Wasn't this what he wanted? The tension hung thick in the air, leaving me confused and yearning for more.

"My flight leaves in a few hours, not enough time," he said, his gaze searching mine for understanding. I averted my eyes, grappling with the weight of the truth. Deep down, I knew he was right. I shouldn't be entertaining thoughts of sex when he was about to travel, especially since this was our first time together. But as desire surged within me, logic slipped away like sand through my fingers, leaving me breathless and utterly consumed by the moment.

"Bathroom?" He asked, and I pointed him in the direction of the guest room.

"Wait here" he said, his voice low and mysterious, before disappearing in the direction of my guest room as he returned almost immediately with a warm washcloth, gently wiping away the evidence of our passion with a tender touch that sent shivers down my spine. He pulled my underwear and trousers up, zipping my pant with a quiet efficiency, I felt a pang of disappointment wash over me like a cold wave.

"I have to go" he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of regret that seemed to echo through the sitting room. I wanted him to stay, I wanted more of him. But the words caught in my throat, refusing to be spoken. I nodded silently, feeling a little foolish for my clinginess. We weren't even a couple, after all. I had no right to expect him to stay.

But as I walked behind him to the door, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was letting something precious slip away, like sand between my fingers. And before he could make it into the elevator he muttered something under his breath, his words barely audible, in a swift reversal, he spun back around, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

He cupped my face in his hands, his fingers wrapping around my cheeks like a gentle vice, and he kissed me deeply, his lips crashing against mine with a fervor that left me breathless. Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled back, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

"Come with me to Germany," he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

I stared at him, my mind reeling in shock. "Wait, what?" I stuttered, still trying to catch my breath. "I can't just leave," I protested, my voice shaking slightly.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "Why not?" he asked, his tone implying that I needed to provide a compelling reason for not abandoning everything to follow him to Germany.

I hesitated, my thoughts racing. "I have work and meetings and we just finalized the merger...I can't just up and leave when..." My voice trailed off, as he cut me off, his voice smooth as silk.

"Exactly," he said, his eyes gleaming with persuasion. "You've poured your heart and soul into this merger for months. You deserve a break, a chance to unwind and recharge." His words made sense, but I still couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being impulsive, that I couldn't just drop everything to follow him to Germany.

He held my face in his hands as he whispered, "It's just one week, please!" his words weaving a spell that shattered my resolve. I couldn't resist him anymore.

"Okay" I relented, my voice barely above a whisper. His slow, dazzling smile illuminated the room, filling me with butterflies.

"Wonderful, I'll see you in the morning," he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with triumph. He kissed me lightly, his lips brushing against mine, before disappearing into the elevator with a wide, satisfied smile.

I stood there, frozen in the aftermath of whatever the hell just happened as I muttered to myself, "I guess I'm going to Germany." A shiver ran down my spine as I contemplated the dreaded call to my secretary.

She wasn't going to be pleased about this sudden change of plans, I wouldn't be either if I was going to reschedule an entire week worth of meetings.