“Alek,please.”
After gathering more of his precum, his mouth returns to my cock and he slips another finger inside. I hiss at the burning stretch but quickly relax as the pleasure only increases. My balls draw up tight as I groan, and my thighs begin trembling. I’m so close, but I need…
“Look at you,” Alek croons. “Being such a good boy and taking my fingers.”
“Holy…fucking…shit.”
My brain goes haywire, endorphins lighting up my nervous system as it spins out of control. My mouth falls open as I pant, my brain sinking into this foggy haze where I feel nothing but unending, blissful pleasure. In those moments, I become his puppet. His to play with however he wants.
“You’re going to be really good and come for me, aren’t you?”
Alek’s mouth makes it back on my cock just as my orgasm hits me. It slams into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away, my throat going hoarse as I cry out and spill inside his mouth. He swallows every drop I give him, his fingers and mouth releasing me when the sensations become too much.
I sag against the wall, my mind blissfully blank. There’s a weightless quality to my limbs, and I’m pretty sure if I weren’t against the wall right now, I would be a heaping pile of goo on the floor.
I pant, boneless and enraptured as Alek begins tugging on his own cock. His red, angry cockhead disappears inside his tight fist as he pumps. He’s still on his knees in front of me, staring at me like he wants to devour me. On impulse, I drop to my own knees before holding my shirt up to expose my abs.
“Come on me,” I offer breathlessly.
He grunts, his eyes flaring wide as I shuffle closer. Within seconds, his gruff moans are bouncing around the small space just as his cock jerks and erupts onto my belly. I peer down, my dick trying to rally at the feel of his warm cum coating my skin. Despite the mess we’ve made, I like the sight of his cum sliding into the divots of my muscles.
It makes me feel…owned. Possessed, but in the best way possible.
Without giving it much thought, I swipe my index finger through the sticky mess and bring it to my mouth. Alek curses as my finger disappears behind my lips, the salt and musk of him exploding across my tastebuds. When I begin to reach down for more, Alek groans.
“Jesus Christ, give an old man a break. You’re going to kill me.”
I snicker and let my shirt fall back down. A flush creeps across my cheeks at the pleased expression playing across his face. “You’re not old.”
His only reply is a snort-laugh.
We both stand up on shaky legs, tucking our soft cocks back into our pants and righting our clothes. Alek finds some paper towels stashed onto one of the shelves and tears the plastic open so we can clean the cum off our skin.
My mind is buzzing with new possibilities, while he becomes quiet and pensive. I don’t like the tense set of his jaw, or the way he refuses to meet my eyes.
Shouldn’t I be the one having second thoughts here?
And also, I don’t want him to regret me.
“This can’t happen again,” he finally says.
I heave an involuntary sigh, disappointment settling like lead inside my gut. “You said that before, but why does it have to be a one-time thing?”
He gives me a pointed look. “Because I’m your boss. I’m in a position of authority over you, and sleeping with you is unethical.”
“Didn’t stop you from finger fucking me in a supply closet,” I murmur dryly. “What happened to living by your own standards?”
He rolls his eyes. “For someone who just came apart on my fingers and mouth, you’re giving an awful lot of attitude right now.”
I huff. “So, you’re just leaving?”
He turns toward the door, speaking to me over his shoulder. “Yes, Luke. A one-off in a club is one thing, but fucking on a regular basis is something entirely different.”
“You’re just going to decide for both of us without even listening to what I have to say? Are you always this controlling?”
He turns back toward me with an arched eyebrow. “I didn’t hear any complaints about howcontrollingI was a few minutes ago.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”
