I had no words. It felt incredible. Yes, I was stretched wider than ever, and I felt every goddamn inch of his cock as he moved inside me, but it was exhilarating. My heartbeat raced, tremors jolted through me, and through it all I couldn’t move.
“You have no idea how this looks. If I had both hands free, I’d take a picture so you could see. Your arse, spilt wide, the skin so tight around my dick….”
“Have I ever mentioned… that I love it when you say arse?”
Stu chuckled. “I think it sounds so much better than ass, don’t you?” Then he withdrew both his cock and the dildo, and I had never felt so empty.
“Just me now,” he whispered, before filling me with his warm, thick shaft. Only this time, he gripped my shoulders and fucked me, slamming into my ass cheeks, the sound as subtle as a slap.
I couldn’t speak. I simply pushed back onto that thick dick, meeting his thrusts, each impact pushing the air from my lungs. Stu didn’t falter in his stride, but drove deep into me, his fingers digging into my shoulders, his body slamming into mine.
Lord, the man knew how to fuck.
It wasn’t long before we found our rhythm, and fuck, it was amazing. I reached down with one hand to stroke my aching cock, slicking it with pre-cum. When Stu came to a halt, I groaned aloud.
“Want you to ride me,” he gritted out, before pulling free of me. He climbed up onto the table and lay on his back, his shirt open, his legs bent, his dick rigid, encased in latex. He held his shaft steady, his gaze focused on me.
Fuck, I wanted to ride that.
I knelt astride him, reaching back to guide him to where I so desperately wanted him, then sank down onto that hard cock. I planted my hands on his chest as I impaled myself again and again, nudging closer to the climax I knew awaited me.
This was going to be an epic cum.
Stu had his hands on my thighs, pushing up with his hips to meet me. “I’m close.”
I gazed down at him, his tie still around his neck. I grabbed it, twisting it in my hand until I was pulling his head and shoulders up off the table. Then I rode him like my life depended on it, hips rolling, my body bucking, his dick hitting that spot inside me every single fucking time. Stu nodded, his eyes locked on my face, his lips parted. His hands dug into my waist and his eyes widened, and I knew he was about to shoot.
“Do it. Come inside me,” I breathed. I squeezed my body tight around his cock, then did it again and again. Stu cried out, a raw sound that bounced off the walls and ceiling, and I felt that glorious throbbing inside me. I stilled, losing myself in the sensation, my own cock harder than I would’ve thought possible.
Stu shivered and went limp. I let go of the tie and lowered him to the table, before taking hold of my dick and working the shaft, my body poised for the orgasm that was about to roll over me like a ten-ton truck. When I came, spattering his chest with creamy white, I shuddered, bending lower, wanting to feel his lips on mine.
He reached up and held my face in both hands. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” Then he scooped up some of the cum and fed it to me. I sucked on his fingers, relishing every moan that escaped those beautiful lips.
Lips he denied me.
We stayed like that, his dick still inside me, both of us shaking. When at last the tremors died away, Stu eased out of me. “I think we’re done. At least, we’d better be, because I don’t want the cleaning staff to get wind of this.” He grimaced. “I’d better give this room a good spray too. It smells like someone’s been fucking in here.”
“Yeah, go figure.” I’d gotten the message. We were done. I clambered off him and got down from the table, a sticky mess. Stu was right about one thing—the cleaning staff could be there any minute. I pointed to the condom as he removed it from his now limp dick. “Better not put that in the trash.”
Stu rolled his eyes. “Gee, why didn’t I think of that?” He grabbed a wad of paper tissues from a nearby box and placed the used latex in them, before dropping it into his bag.
I got dressed as quickly as possible, my shirt clinging to the stickiness. Stu got into his pants and fastened his shirt, his head inclined toward the door, obviously listening intently. When we were ready, he unlocked the door, after first checking that he’d picked up the condom wrapper from where he’d dropped it on the floor. The dildo, butt plug and lube were safely stowed in his bag. One last glance around, and then Stu closed the door.
As we reached the outer door of the office, the cleaning staff entered, talking animatedly about their plans for the weekend. I nodded to them, smiling, and Stu greeted them politely. We stepped onto the elevator and the doors closed.
Stu leaned against the mirrored wall. “Wow. Talking about good timing.”
I was trying to enjoy that wonderful just-fucked feeling, the delicious ache in my ass, and the endorphins that were busy making me feel like a million bucks. “Maybe for our next session we keep a better eye on the time?” That had been close.
Stu snickered. “What—don’t you like living dangerously?” The elevator doors opened, and we got off. The security guard on the main desk nodded to us as we walked along the marble lined hallway to the front door. Beyond the glass, Boston was busy, its sidewalks full of bustling people, their working day over.
Only thing was, I didn’t want this day to end.
Stu paused at the door. “That was incredible.”
Warmth flooded through me. He didn’t have to say that. He’d gotten what he wanted, right? But the fact that he’d bothered to say it meant a lot.
Before I could tell him I’d thought it was pretty incredible too, he laid a hand on my shoulder. “Look, I’m going to grab some dinner before I head home. I don’t feel like cooking tonight.” He hesitated, and I wondered what was coming.
I laughed. “Yeah, I know the feeling. I might do the same.” Like I cooked. The idea.
Stu looked me in the eye. “Then how about we have dinner… together?”
Wait—what?
Chapter 6
Stu
I had no clue why I’d said that. And judging by Chandler’s stunned expression, he definitely hadn’t expected it either.
I didn’t take guys to dinner. We met up, we drank until I felt more relaxed, we went somewhere to fuck, and then we parted company. That was it. Full stop. So why the hell was I inviting Chandler?
For the life of me, I didn’t know.
Chandler wrinkled his nose. “I was thinking more along the lines of grabbing a shower.”
I smiled. “Why? You smell great to me.” And there went my mouth again, running off. Then I saw his remark for what it was. “Look, you don’t have to,” I said quickly. “I didn’t stop to think that you might have plans of your own.” At least I could give him the out he needed.
Chandler blinked. “Oh. I was about to ask… did you have somewhere specific in mind?”
Okay, that stopped me in my tracks.
“I mean, I’m up for anything,” he added.
I couldn’t resist. “Tell me something I don’t already know.” I smirked.
Chandler chuckled. “I’m being serious here.”
“So was I.” Then it occurred to me—I didn’t mind the idea of dinner with Chandler. In fact, it could be a very pleasant experience. “So what are you in the mood for?” It was just dinner, right?