The Architect

How late am I?

Mm, seven minutes. Okay, not as bad as I expected. But, still. Hopefully, traffic made you a little late, too…

Ah, shit. Nope, you’re already here. And I’ve kept you waiting. Great start to this meeting…

“Hey. Sorry, I’m late, Traffic, as always. You’re Jace, right?”

“No worries. Yeah, hi.”

“Hey, so nice to meet you finally. It’s funny, I feel like I already know you since we’ve emailed back and forth so many times.”

“Hm, yeah. Well, it’s nice to put a face to a name. Or, an email address, anyway.”

Wow, you are not at all what I was expecting. I can’t think of the last time an architect showed up at a site wearing an actual suit.

Then again, all of the emails I’ve been CC’d on with you have been pure professionalism. No emojis, no exclamation points. Just ‘Best regards, Jace.’

I don’t work directly with architects that often, but I have to say you’ve made this project from hell go way smoother than other gut renovations I’ve done. There have definitely been some moments of tension between the client and the city and you’ve handled them all incredibly well.

So I guess the suit is not all that surprising. Looks great, though.

“Can I walk you through the most recent updates to the project?”

“Oh, straight to business. Yeah, please. Where are we at?”

“Watch your step here. They just finished getting the frames for the walls up today. There’s been a couple of last-minute changes, particularly here with the arched doorways the client requested.”

“Oh. Hmm, okay. So, no more arched doorways?”

“I’m afraid not. Unfortunately, it was taking too long for the city to approve the initial design. They indicated that the permit would be approved much faster if we opted for something a little more traditional.”

“Ah, okay. Yeah, let me… write this down…”

“The ceiling height here, you see—that’ll need to come down by at least five inches.”

“Ceiling height… down… five inches… Okay. Anything else?”

“The window placement is going to change from two to three along this interior wall.”

“Damn. We actually already approved and ordered all of the material for those. Um, well, I’ll have to check with the client and make sure they’re okay with that. And get the curtains resized.”

“I’m sorry for any extra work that causes you.”

“Oh, no, don’t be sorry. It’s the name of the game. I’m used to it.”

“I was thinking about you the other day.”

“Oh. Were you?”

“Yeah. I was at the mall and I saw someone wearing a coat in that color… the one you suggested for the patio design.”

“Saffron?”

“Yeah, saffron. I wasn’t a huge fan of it at first when you showed us that rendering with the upholstery and everything.”

“Oh, c’mon. It’s a great color.”

“I’ve seen the light. Once I saw it at the mall, I couldn’t stop seeing it. It’s everywhere I look.”

“And… you think of me every time you see it now?”

“Yeah, I do.”

You have this kind of reserved quality about you, a quiet intensity. Like you think very hard about what you’re going to say before saying it.

I wonder what you do after work. If you have a girlfriend or kids or a dog. It’s strange, knowing absolutely nothing about you after all of this time working together.

“Anyway, um, I can show you the updated plans if that’s helpful.”

“Um, sure, yeah. That’d be great. Do you need me to—?”

“No, no, I’ve got it.”

I stand beside you as you unroll the blueprints, leaning over with my hands on the surface of the table. Your arm brushes against me as you lay them down. Your hand is touching mine just slightly… and you’re not pulling it away.

“So, here… is the updated plan of the living room. This is the original arched door design, and here—on this overlay—is the new one.”

“Uh-huh.”

There’s something… I don’t know, intriguing?… about this whole strong-and-silent-type thing you’ve got going on. You’re like a puzzle I can’t quite solve. I don’t know why, but I find that kind of sexy.

Okay, need to focus. I look up and… you’re not looking at the plans in front of us. You’re looking at me.

“You’ve, um… you’ve got a ladybug. There, on your shoulder.”

“What? Oh—oh, there is!”

“Hold on. I’ll get it.”

You lean in close to my face, closer than you already were. Your fingers are pinched delicately together as you reach out and gently guide the bug onto your hand. You let it climb down your finger to the table.

“Thanks. It’s… good luck or something, right?”

“Yeah, I believe it is.”

How is it that I feel so comfortable with you? We’ve only exchanged emails… today was the first time I actually saw you. The first time I heard your voice. Your body is new to me, but somehow, you aren’t.

“Is there anyone else here?”

“I don’t think so. The crew finished about an hour ago. Why?”

“No reason.”

I lean up on the balls of my feet to get closer to you. Damn, you’re tall. And you smell good. It’s not just your cologne, it’s… something else. Your pheromones or something. Just the scent of you.

Your arms hook around my waist and I shift around to lean back against the table. You press your body into mine and lay your lips against my neck.

Your hands drift down my sides… my hips… and curl around my ass.

“This suit looks so good on you, but… I’m going to need you to take it off.”

“Well, it’s only fair if you do the same, then.”

I shrug off my blazer. The cool air stings my exposed shoulders, reminding me that we’re sort of in public right now. I don’t think anyone on the street could see us, but… hear us? That’s a definite possibility.

Your fingers pass slowly over the thin straps of my tank top, pulling them down each of my shoulders. You tug my shirt down to my waist and work on the clasp of my bra.

“You know, I wouldn’t expect this from someone so… professional.”

“What, you think I’m boring or something?”

“No, I didn’t say that. Just a real by-the-book kind of guy. You don’t seem much like a rule-breaker.”

“Well, that just shows how little you know me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You lay your hands on both of my breasts and squeeze, kneading them firmly in your broad hands. Your thumbs roll over my nipples, soft at first. And then with tight little pinches.

Your knee shifts slowly between my legs, pushing them apart. Your dick feels full and firm pressing up against my hips.

“Fuck… so… I guess that means you aren’t bothered by the fact that… someone might hear us?”

“Mm, not really.”

You press your knee harder up against me. Almost… perfectly into my clit.

I hold onto your waist and ride against your upper thigh… grinding into it. Putting pressure on that… perfect spot…

I pull at the buttons of your white dress shirt and let it hang open. Your skin is taut over your broad chest, and a thin layer of hair leads down your stomach. I rake my fingers slowly down… down… to the waistband of your pants.

Your hands cover mine and assist me in pulling down your pants. I’m starting to see a side of you that you keep hidden away. A side that’s a little rough, a little demanding.

You bend forward at the waist and put your mouth on my bare stomach. You slide it up over my ribs, over each nipple, and all the way up to my jaw.

“Oh, fuck… keep going…”

You press your hips into mine as I grind on your leg, hard. I can feel your dick throbbing up against me and it’s making me fucking wet.

“Open your mouth.”

You drag two fingers across my lips and slowly insert them. I suck on them, hard, imagining it’s your dick.

You slide your fingers out of my mouth and push them down the waistband of my pants. You find the edge of my underwear and push it aside before plunging between my folds, your fingers slick from my tongue.

“Oh, fuck, yeah…”

You slide your fingers over my clit, rubbing and working it with ease. Your other hand wraps around your dick and pumps it with quick, hard strokes.

“R-right there, keep going… that’s it, that’s it… ”

I lay my hand on top of yours and take over for you. Your dick feels hard and thick in my hand as I stroke your shaft. This feels… so unexpected. But so fucking good, so right.

I shimmy out of my pants as best I can with one hand. You pull your fingers away from me and hurriedly yank down my underwear.

I guide the tip of your cock up to my folds and just let it press against me. The anticipation is… fuck… it’s like a physical feeling almost, spreading throughout me as I force us both to wait.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Mmm, yeah. Yeah, I really do.”

“Tell me how you’re going to do it.”

“First… I’m going to slide into you… and just feel you spreading apart for me… feel how wet you are…”

“Mm, yeah, what else?”

“And then… I’m going to push… all… the way… in. As deep as I can go.”

“Oh my god, oh, fuck… Are you going to be gentle?”

“Not if you don’t want me to. You want me to be rough? Want me to show you how fucking worked up you’ve got me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I want it bad. Please, fuck me. Please, Jace, fuck me now.”

“F-fuck, yeah—yeah… oh my god, yeah…”

Your fingertips grip into my hips as you pull out and thrust, hard, back in me again. I don’t care about being quiet. I don’t care who might hear us. In fact, I kind of hope someone does.

“You like it like that, yeah? Like that? Nice and hard?”

“Ohh, god, yeah, yeah—harder—harder—!”

Each thrust sends a jolt through me. A sharp burst of warmth that goes my navel down to my toes. I reach down between us and press my finger up against my clit.

“You’re—fuck—you’re so tight, you’re squeezing me…”

“Keep going, keep going… don’t stop, I’m close…”

“Oh, god, I want to feel you cum all over my dick. Give it to me. C’mon, give it to me—”

“Yeah—yeah—!”

“That’s right, play with your clit. Just—come on—cum for me.”

“I’m… I’m gonna cum…”

“Mm, shit…”

“Are you—? You’re okay? That wasn’t too much?”

“I’m good. Very good.”

“Okay.”

I slowly reach down and pull my pants up. I’m not really sure what to say, but every time I look over at you it makes me smile.

“Um… so. Jace. This was a… really productive meeting, I think.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was. I think we should probably exchange phone numbers… in case I need to reach you about a… design emergency.”

“Yes, yes, of course. Wouldn’t want that to happen. Um… here.”

“There. So…”

“So.”

“I can walk you out, if you’d like.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Hey, um, have you eaten yet? There’s this great Thai spot a couple blocks away…”

“Lead the way.”