Chapter 2
Stu
Wait—what?
For a moment I was stunned into silence. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go. Because up until him dropping that question so casually into the conversation, it had been proceeding exactly as I’d imagined. Better yet, if I read Chandler’s reactions correctly, he wasn’t totally averse to my proposal.
Like I hadn’t known that all along. The guy was a total slut. The times I’d caught snippets of conversation between him and Dean, sharing tidbits about their sex lives, and it had become clear Chandler liked guys. A lot. And then that text…
Okay, so I’d really thought he was making a move on me. Unexpected? Sure. Unwelcome? Hell no. But when it turned out to be a mistake, I had to think fast. Because no way was I going to lose out on that tasty piece of arse. Chandler was cute, with brown eyes, glasses, and a thick shock of hair on top. God, how many times had I fantasized about fucking him over my desk, tugging on that hair, hearing him beg for my cock?
“Do I take silence for consent?”
I blinked. Chandler was gazing up at me—and smirking.
I responded the only way I could think of. I laughed.
Chandler arched his eyebrows. “And that’s not an answer.” He grinned.
Okay, he was way too smug for my liking. “It would take an exceptional man to make me bend over for him.” Go on. Read into that what you will.
Chandler’s eyes gleamed. “Game on then.”
I frowned. “Excuse me? What did I just say?” Christ, he was taking it as a challenge. He truly imagines getting his cock in my arse.
Disconcertingly, my dick twitched, and fuck me, he noticed.
“Well, it wasn’t a yes. It wasn’t a no either.” That grin hadn’t diminished. “I’m good with a solid maybe.”
How the hell did this happen? One minute I had control of the situation, the next, it was slipping through my fingers, and Chandler had the upper hand.
Chandler’s gaze flickered down to my crotch. “So, what’s next?”
No way was I walking out of that office without satisfaction. “I believe I was in the middle of what’s next when you sprang that question on me.” I slowly unzipped my fly and stroked my aching cock through my briefs. “So how about you put that mouth to some good use?” I pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”
Chandler slid off the chair and lowered himself to the floor in one graceful movement. He sat back on his haunches, staring at my crotch and licking his lips.
Dear God, let him be good at this.
Then I smiled to myself. Was there such a thing as a crap blow job?
“Take it out then.” I grinned. “It’s not going to blow itself.”
Chandler grasped the waistband of my pants and pulled them down over my hips, leaving my briefs in place. His eyes widened, and my chest swelled with pride.
Yeah, I was big, and I knew it. On occasion, too big for some guys. But judging by the light in Chandler’s eyes, he was a size queen, so maybe there was hope.
Chandler inched closer, his nose rubbing along my shaft, like he was a connoisseur appreciating a fat cigar. Oh yeah. This was going to be good.
Slowly, reverently even, he lowered my briefs, and my cock sprang up, smacking against my belly. That hitch in Chandler’s breathing was delicious.
“Oh fuck, you’re uncut.”
That got me curious. “And is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
I swear he was drooling. “Oh, definitely good.” He curled his hand around the shaft and gave it a couple of tugs, the head sliding out from beneath the foreskin. “Well, hello there.”
Any scathing remarks I was about to make about treating my dick as if it was a person, died in my throat as he took the head into his mouth and gave it a hard suck. Then he slid a little more between his lips, his hand working the shaft.
Scrap any doubts I’d had. Chandler was born to suck cock.
I unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom up, thankful I’d already removed my tie. Chandler took the hint and reached up to stroke my belly, aiming for my chest. When he teased my nipple, it felt like an electric shock jolted through me, all the way to my balls. Chandler’s appreciative noises as he swallowed more and more of my dick were doing wonders for my ego, and I cupped the back of his head, encouraging him to go a little faster.
Fuck. He was halfway along my cock, bobbing like a piston, and I was in heaven. I grabbed his hair, yanking him back, then smacked my cock against his cheek, before plunging it beneath his lips once more. I repeated the action three or four times, occasionally smacking my dick on his tongue. Then it was back to him bobbing on my cock while he worked the shaft, accompanied by a constant flow of appreciative moans.
Until I wanted more.
Tired of holding back my shirt, I removed it altogether, dropping it to the floor. I placed both hands on his head and held him steady while I fucked that talented mouth faster and faster, never pushing my cock too deep.
Chandler groaned, shoving my pants down to my knees, before grabbing my hips to anchor himself.
“How much can you take?”
He pulled free and looked up at me, his eyes shining. “As much as you’ve got.”
I laughed. “Then put your money where your mouth is.”
Chandler gazed at my solid dick, breathed deeply, then slowly took me into his mouth, until his nose was buried in my pubes and his face was red.
Oh my fucking God. My cock was surrounded by wet heat. Then he pulled back, spluttering, saliva dripping from my dick. He looked up, grinning. “Just so you know? I’m gonna have a sore throat tomorrow.” Then he did it again, and I groaned from the exquisite pleasure of it all. When he pulled free again, red-faced and choking a little, I took pity on him. I pulled my cock upright, holding it against my belly.
“Suck my balls.”
Chandler licked a line up my dick, then all the way down to my sac, dragging the soft skin with his tongue. He flicked it against my balls, tonguing them and sending shudders through me. When he stopped, I wanted to growl in frustration.
“Pants off,” he said breathlessly.
I was too far lost in a haze of lust to deny him. I toed off my shoes, and Chandler pulled my pants down to my ankles, helping me to step out of them. Then he tugged me forward, until he was sitting on the floor between my spread legs, his mouth poised under my sac.
“Now jerk yourself off,” he instructed, before taking one ball into his warm, wet mouth.
If I’d thought I was in heaven before that…
I tugged on my shaft while he sucked on my balls, taking one, then the other into his mouth, the movement of my dick smacking them against his tongue.
It was too much.
With a low cry, I shot my load, the cum pulsing out in an arc and spattering the carpet. Chandler reacted instantly, taking my cock into his mouth and sucking on it, while I shuddered through my climax, holding onto Chandler’s head to steady myself. When he came to a stop, with one last lick along my softening shaft, I sighed heavily.
Chandler peered up at me. “So we’re good? You get to fuck me, and I get to keep my job?”
I gazed down at him. “We’re good. Just as long as you’re prepared.” I smiled.
“And what does that mean?”
“It means,” I said as I stepped back and retrieved my briefs, pants and shirt, “you need to ready for any eventuality.”