Pretty new to this

The hotel room door burst open as Alex pushed Michael inside. Without wasting a second, he cupped Michael’s face and crashed their lips together, kissing him fervently while they clumsily tried to undress without breaking the kiss.

Alex’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his crisp white shirt, while Michael smoothly unfastened his uniform, letting it slide down his arms and subtly flexing his muscles.

When Alex’s shirt got caught as he pulled it off, Michael stepped in to help, all while their lips remained locked in an unyielding kiss. 

They both moved closer as they involuntrily kept fighting to dominate the kiss. Alex suddenly broke the kiss and shoved Michael, causing him to fall hard on the bed. 

Their eyes filled with lust as Alex fumbled to unbuckle his belt, while Michael’s lips slightly parted. He sat up and moved closer to the edge of the bed where Alex stood. 

He traced his hands on his perfectly carved out abs, lowly biting his lower lips, keeping eye contact with Alex. 

Alex pulled down his trousers and while his upper body was lowered, he slowly planted a kiss, slightly pulling his lower lip as he withdrew. 

Michael’s eyes fell to Alex’s groin and he lifted his brows, showing how impressed he was. He raised his head and locked gazes with Alex again.

He went on his knees and boldly wrapped his hand around Alex’s hardened shaft, his tongue flicked his pink cap, without breaking eye contact and this caused Alex to shudder. 

Michael’s hands grabbed onto Alex’s butts as he slowly wrapped his lips around his manhood, his bold veins acting as a mini friction as he moved his mouth up and down his shaft. 

“Ahh…” A moan escaped Alex’s lips as he threw his backwards, holding onto Michael’s head. His shaft continually pressed against his throat causing a gulping sound to fill the air.

After a short while, Michael stood up and pulled his pants alongside his boxers, causing his hardness so bounce out. 

“You are so hot,” Alex whispered and Michael let out a knowing smile. He sexily climbed the bed and bent over, his butts in the air. 

From where Alex stood, he stared at his inviting, tight-looking back hole, which had very sparse hair. He moved closer and ran his finger through the middle of his cheeks. 

"Have you done this before?" Alex asked, his voice low, as he pressed a finger against Michael's entrance. Michael's mouth parted slightly, a deep breath escaping him.

"No," Michael admitted quietly, turning his head to glance at Alex.

"Not at all?" Alex asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

"I'm pretty new to this," Michael confessed, averting his gaze as if to hide his embarrassment. "I usually prefer oral."

"Wow," Alex murmured, blinking in astonishment. "And you're sure you want to do this tonight?"

Michael turned back, a soft smile spreading across his face. "I like you. I want you to be the first," he said, his voice showing sincerity. 

Alex swallowed hard, withdrawing his finger slowly as he stepped back, his expression was unreadable.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Michael asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

Alex shook his head, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just think we should stop here.” He hurriedly grabbed his clothes and began to wear it.

"Why?" Michael asked in confusion as he turned to face him. "Because it’s my first time?"

"No," Alex replied, still avoiding eye contact as he dressed.

"Because I said I liked you?" Michael pressed, his voice softer now.

Alex sighed, pausing for a moment. He finally raised his head to meet Michael’s gaze. "Michael, you’re one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met..."

"Then why are you backing out now?" Michael interrupted, his brows knitting in frustration.

Alex resumed dressing, his tone firm but laced with regret. "Because I can’t be responsible for your feelings. I don’t want any deeper connection tied to what happened tonight, so you won’t hate me later when I show you I don’t care."

Michael’s eyes widened in disbelief, but Alex pressed on. "You deserve to share that experience with someone who genuinely loves and cares about you."

With his clothes now fully on, Alex bent down to pick up his cap from the floor, straightened up, and looked at Michael who was still stunned to speak. 

With his clothes now on, Alex bent down to grab his cap from the floor, then straightened up and locked eyes with Michael, who was still at a loss for words.

“How much is it?” Alex asked, pulling his wallet from his pants. “For the signature drink and… you know, the oral.”

Michael scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “F**k off with your damn money, I’m not a hooker,” he said firmly, reaching for his clothes on the floor.

Alex softened as he watched him, he already had a few two-hundred-euro notes in his hands already, “Michael, I…”

Michael turned his back on him, quickly dressing. “You’ve insulted me enough. Leave. Now,” he spat, his voice thick with anger.

Alex let out a deep sigh, putting the money back in his wallet. “It was nice spending time with you, Michael,” he said quietly before heading for the door.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Michael paused, jaw clenched, lowering his head. “F**ker,” he muttered to himself.

He was buttoning his shirt when his phone began vibrating in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw that it was Sophie calling.

He let out a deep breath and stepped out of the room. "Hey!" he greeted, trying to sound cheerful as he answered.

"Hi, baby! How are you?" Sophie asked, her voice full of concern.

"I'm pushing," Michael replied, walking down the hallway.

"Why is your boss making you work overnight today? Are you the only one at the office?" she asked further. Michael nodded, though she couldn’t see.

"He gave me a ton of paperwork, but I finished on time," he lied as he stepped out of the hotel. "I’m on my way home right now."

"That’s great, well done, baby. He should be lucky he pays you well or you’d leave that damn job. It's making it so hard to be with you since you're always so busy. I kinda miss your old job, I won’t lie. It gave you time for us..."

"But they paid less," he interrupted, quickly adding his reasoning.

"Yes, that’s true," Sophie replied before continuing, "Babe, can I make some orders with your card? I need some essentials for the house."

Michael shut his eyes tight, letting out a deep sigh.

"Yeah, go ahead, babe," he responded, doing his best to mask his frustration.

"Thank you so much, babe! I love you. I have to go now. Text me when you get home, okay?" she said sweetly.

"Okay, bye," he answered, quickly hanging up and tossing his phone into his pocket.

He exhaled loudly, scanning his surroundings as he pondered his next move.

He glanced back at the hotel, his thoughts running through his mind. "I need to be at the restaurant early tomorrow. Might as well stay here tonight. That brat paid for a room anyway." He thought, heading back into the hotel.

***

"Maggie!" I called as I walked in, carrying two bags—one filled with fruits and the other with new mufflers in her favorite color, white.

"Son!" Margaret called with a wide smile as Danika pushed her wheelchair out of the kitchen. She wheeled Margaret into the living room, and their eyes met.

"You haven’t forgotten about me!" Margaret exclaimed, opening her arms. Jaxon chuckled, walking over to kiss her on the cheek.

"You need to stop saying that," Jaxon replied, then turned his attention to Danika.

"How are you, Mr. Jaxon?" Danika asked with a soft smile, her head slightly bowing in respect.

"I’m good, Danika." He handed her the bags he was holding. "You can head out now; I’ll take care of her."

Danika nodded, releasing the wheelchair and heading upstairs to grab her bag.

"Nice girl, huh?" Margaret asked, watching Danika leave.

"Don’t start, Margaret," Jaxon muttered, rolling his eyes as he plopped down on the couch.

"What? I didn’t say anything wrong," Margaret grinned.

"Good night, Margaret," Danika said, walking out with her bag slung over her shoulder.

"Be good, darling," Margaret called after her, then turned her gaze to Jaxon, only to find him now engrossed in his phone.

"She’s very pretty," Margaret remarked, eyes still on him.

Jaxon sighed. "Forget about it, Margaret."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Fine. I won’t try. And have you fired that secretary of yours?"

"Isla?" Jaxon replied, a soft smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips. "No, I haven’t fired her."

Margaret’s eyes widened. "Did you just smile talking about a woman?" she asked, stunned. Jaxon quickly furrowed his brows and frowned.

"What? What are you talking about?" he asked defensively.

"You like her."

"What? No, I don’t!" Jaxon snapped. Margaret burst into laughter.

"You need to see your face right now," she laughed, and Jaxon looked away, irritated.

"I want to meet her," Margaret added, still giggling.

"I told you, nothing’s going on."

"I heard you, okay? I just want to meet her. Just say hi. I can drop by your company..."

"No, you don’t have to come to the company."

"You know you can’t change my mind that easily, Jaxon."

"Fine! I’ll bring her to you," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Great!!" Margaret squealed in excitement. No matter how much Jaxon denied it, she could tell there was something more going on with him and Isla.