He stares at me seriously as he keeps pushing in. A surge ofexcitement moves through my body, energizing my nerves with a thrill I haven’texperienced in a long time. The intensity forces me to open my mouth and moanas I enjoy the sensations that overwhelm me.
Reese smiles again. He obviously likes the show I’m putting on,so I won’t disappoint him. I keep calling out until he leans down and kisses mewith those wet, passionate kisses like the ones we shared in the bathroom.
He picks up his pace, and with each push, I feel his cock jamagainst my prostate, making my cock stiff as a board. Sweat pours down my faceas he thrusts within me, offering me the relief that I crave. I’ve never had aguy who could reach back into me like he can.
Pre-come drips from the head of my dick onto my abdomen. Reeseleans back, leaving me desperately craving more of his kisses. He wraps one armaround my left leg and rubs the other down my body, feeling his way across mymuscles, appreciating the work I put into it at the gym.
It’s all his right now.
He speeds up his rhythm, and each movement hits that tender spotwithin me, leaving me wanting more and more. An ache that I need him to soothe.He experiments with lifting each of my legs up before he finds the positionthat makes me pre-come. My body’s twisted slightly to the side as he fucks mewith my right leg lying vertically across his body as he does his work.
His injury obviously doesn’t hinder his ability to satisfy aman. “Fuck, Reese. God, that feels fucking incredible!”
He stops for a moment, breathing heavily, sweat rushing down hisforehead. He pulls out. “On your knees,” he orders.
I can hear the military training in his tone. I do as I’m told,and soon, he’s ramming into me from behind. One hand on the headboard, I griptight and release a guttural cry. I jerk off with my other hand as he weaveshis fingers into my hair and tugs back. When he pulls a little more, I releasethe headboard and arch my body until my back is flush with his chest. Thisposition feels even better than when he had me on my back with my leg in theair. The pleasure he activates soars through me, and I call out, moaning withdelight until I feel his body jerk about in a frenzy…in a way that lets me knowhe’s filling up the condom within me. His own cry hits the side of my face ashe moves close for a few sloppy kisses.
I spray my load across his pillows…and it keeps shooting out,spilling across the bed. I always come a lot, but now I feel bad because I’mhosing down his sheets.
“Holy fuck, you’re a messy shooter, aren’t you?” But the way hesays it, it doesn’t sound like a bad thing.
“I’ve…never…come that much.” It must be how his cock is stilljammed up against my prostate.
We pant. Sweat. Fall from the high. He pulls out of me, grabs myshoulder, spins me around, and wraps his arms around me.
We kiss, embrace. I still can’t get enough of him. I want tostart all over again.
He slides his arm through the crook of my leg, the other acrossmy back and hoists me in the air again, leaning all his weight on his left legas he falls onto me.
We continue making out.
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Reese
That was just what I needed.
I didn’t think it could get better than the kiss at the bar, butthis was fucking insane.
His body, his cries, his pleas for more. He was game forwhatever I wanted to give him.
A fucking amazing bottom.
For a moment, the screaming voices in my head, the downwardspiral of thoughts that so frequently plague me, dissolved as I focused only onour intense experience.
After using a washcloth to clean up the sheets he spooged allover, I lie beside him in the bed as we pant together. My body jerks a bit, asort of phantom orgasm lingering. Finally a pleasant phantom sensation—one thatdoesn’t remind me of the darkest months of my life.
I turn to him, see his massive chest rising and falling as hestares at the ceiling, his face glistening with sweat in the light that beamsin through the window blinds.
“You sure know how to work that massive cock,” he says.
I can’t fight the smile his words force. I want to thank him forthe experience he gave me, but that’d be weird. I’d come across as a creeper,and then he’d never want to do this with me again. “With an ass like that, thiscock is at your service whenever.”
That seemed like a safe way of saying it, but what am I fuckingdoing? He’s my employee. The whole reason I didn’t want to do anything with himwas because this was one of the stupidest ideas I’ve had in a long-ass time.I’m putting my job on the line here. I could get in serious trouble forfraternizing with my employee. The company’s fine with hanging out with peoplein my chain of command, but dating is a no-no. Although I’ve known a few guyswho’ve dated people who report to them. They just fill out some paperwork withHR to avoid legal liabilities, and that’s the end of it. But why put my job atrisk like this?
I shouldn’t have fucked him to begin with, let alone be planningto fuck him again.
But the look in his eyes, lit up with excitement, encourages meeven more.
