“Or, you’re just having a bit of gay because I’m that hot,” I said with a smirk.
“Stupid,” he muttered, but his breathing was changing as I slowly stroked him.
“So…don’t slap labels where they’re not needed,” I told him. “And consider whether I should covertly dig out my condoms and lube.”
That made him stop and stare at me. “You brought those…here?”
“Why not?” I said with a shrug. “Not that I expected to be fucking or getting fucked by anyone, though I always believe in being prepared. But I knew there were going to be days I would be free to go where I wanted, and that meant into town where I could find someone. Just so happens that since I do have it?—”
“Don’t,” he said, but there was no actual strength in the denial. “And…quit.”
“You know,” I said softly, reaching down to undo my own pants. Like he’d said, this was stupid, but hell, in for a penny… “If there’s anything last night taught me, it’s that you’re not afraid to take control when the situation calls for it. So if you want me to quit, take control, but if you want me not to quit…you can also still take control.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered, and then his eyes widened as I hopped up on the table, my dick out and continued stroking him, drawing him closer so I could wrap my hand around both our shafts and stroke. There was no way in hell I was going to be stupid enough to admit he was not the first ‘in denial’ guy I’d been with, or the first grumpy asshole either. It was funny howeven when guys like him were denying what was happening, they were still doing things like oh…rubbing their cock against mine with a twitch of their hips.
Like he was doing right then.
“So, is that your way of telling me you’re not thinking about your dick being inside me rather than just fucking my hand?” I asked, thinking it best to leave out that he was fucking against my dick as well. Admittedly, he wasn’t as invested in denial as a couple of the guys I’d fucked around with, but I’d learned that when you were dealing with a guy who was even partially in denial, it was best not to draw attention to the things that reminded them it was another guy they were getting off with.
His eyes burned into mine, but he leaned forward, gripping the back of my neck with a growl. “I said quit.”
“And I explained how,” I said, thrusting up against his cock and watching the way his jaw tightened. “You might not have thought about it before, but you are now, aren’t you?”
His face was close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath when he growled, “Yes.”
“Good,” I breathed, my hand still stroking both of us as he continued to rut against me, sending little waves and spikes of pleasure through me. “And when it happens, are you going to hold me down and fuck my ass like you did my mouth?”
“Fuck,” he growled. “I never said I was going to.”
“Yeah, you are,” I said and laughed when he gave an annoyed grunt. “This cock, this amazing, beautiful cock, shoved as deep inside me as you can go. Tell me, are you the type to fill someone up or pull out and glaze them?”
“Fucking idiot,” he snarled, and then he was kissing me.
I groaned softly into the kiss, and it was followed swiftly by an almost animalistic sense of pride when I felt him thrust against me even harder. His conscious mind might not be sure about what we were doing, but not so deep down, part of himdefinitely enjoyed it if the sound of another man’s pleasure was enough to excite him. Then again, it was the same man who had probably found himself inexplicably attracted to me from seeing me jerk off in the showers, so maybe there was a voyeur in him I needed to take advantage of one of these days…when and if he got more comfortable.
That was for another time, though; right then was for the feel of his cock sliding against mine, the friction almost too much, just shy of painful. Except he was being careful, probably because his cock was getting rubbed just as much as mine. And there I was, having my boss’ tongue shoved down my throat while his heavy cock pulsed and rubbed against mine, low, guttural sounds driving me crazy.
“Keep going,” I said, demanding and pleading as I felt the pleasure curl up in my toes and up to my chest where my breathing sharpened and tried to cut off. I groaned against his mouth as I felt the first wave of pleasure shoot through me, making my cock pulse against his thrusts.
I was coating both our cocks, and I released my grip over my dick when I felt the screaming sense of overstimulation. He no longer needed to worry about friction though; my cum was enough lubrication bowing me onto the table as he fucked into my hand with a growl. Apparently he didn’t care that it was another man’s cum being used, or maybe it did matter even if he would deny it later.
I didn’t care that I had just got off, or that he might feel the pangs of regret and confusion after he fucked around with me…again. I could feel his need in the way he thrust into my grip, the way his teeth scraped my bottom lip. He wanted it; hell, he wanted a lot more, even if he didn’t want to admit it right then. What mattered was the feel of his cock in my hand, the slickness my cum left behind, and the anticipation that one day, perhaps soon, I would feel his thick, heavy cock buried?—
His breathing was hard, and he let out a snarl as he thrust, his shaft throbbing in my grip. I gave a tiny whimper, desperate and earnest, before I felt the warmth of his cum spatter against my arm and dribble onto my hand. I clamped my mouth harder over his, loving the way he ground against me, the way he couldn’t help but give into his desire as he came hard again.
He was left breathing like a wounded, angry bull as he pulled away, his eyes half-lidded and looking…confused. It was an odd mixture of fierce and vulnerable as he shoved himself back in his pants, clearly not caring that his cock wasn’t coated in just his load, but mine as well.
“Stupid, I know,” I said as I tucked myself away as well, hopping off the table. “But do us both a favor and don’t act like the second time was also a stupid mistake that shouldn’t happen again.”
“It shouldn’t,” he said, but I thought he was self-aware enough, or at least perceptive enough to hear that he couldn’t put enough force behind his words to make them believable.
“Sure,” I said, sliding back to my spot to drop into the seat. “Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll be generous.”
He eyed me warily. “This feels…condescending.”
“Nah,” I said, waving him off before he could start feeling angry on his own behalf over an insult he’d created in his own head. “It’s like this…if you never want to do shit like this again, then you just…do your normal thing. But if youdo, and in fact, if you want to take me up on my offer for something more…intimate.”
“Fucking you,” he said bluntly and then scowled when I grinned.