“Good. I am too. Now tell me what you want me to do to you right now. I want your dirty little office fantasy. Like I’m right there.”
Chase blushed at the suggestion.
“I like it when you get flustered like that. Come on, tell me what you wish I was doing to you right now in that office. Don't be shy, Chase. Remember who knows you better than anyone else.”
It didn’t take long for Chase to reply, “I wish you were here taking me right on this desk. Like you’d just shove this laptop onto the floor so that it would break into a thousand pieces. Then you’d rip my pants down and have your way with me.”
“Oh, I like that. Have those briefs at your ankles, my dick deep inside you, a hand on those tight abs of yours.”
Chase gasped as he rubbed his cock. He picked up his pace while he delighted in the fantasy coupled with the sound of Mason breathing on the other end of the phone.
“I need you to remove the briefs from my ankles,” Chase said.
“Why?” He could hear Mason chuckle. “Oh, I know, Feisty. Because you want to see my face, don’t you? How you make my face twitch and twist. How it lets you know how much that hole of yours is satisfying me. Why does that turn you on so much?”
“You know why,” Chase muttered, continuing to jerk himself off since he couldn’t stop, not when the sound of Mason’s voice and the image of them fucking was so powerful he could practically feel Mason’s phantom dick filling him up.
“Tell me,” Mason demanded. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Because you just let go. You completely lose yourself in the moment. Your face scrunches up, then your eyes get really wide and roll back while you're deep inside me, my nerves racing with excitement, and all I want is your load inside me.”
Mason grunted. “Jesus fucking Christ, I'm about to—”
Chase rolled his head back. As he shot, he angled his cock forward so it spilled onto the cement floor rather than his clothes.
He gasped, enjoying the sensation.
A creaking sound came from behind him.
“Fuck!” he muttered.
“That's right, fuck,” Mason said, his tone letting Chase know he was spilling all over himself too. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Chase turned quickly, keeping his body facing the wall so the intruder—maybe one of his bosses—wouldn’t catch on to what he was doing.
Tristan walked in like he was about to come over to Chase’s desk again.
“Can I help you?” Chase asked, his tone laced with fury.
Tristan's eyes widened with surprise. “Oh, no. This is work-related, I promise. I wanted to show you some things on that account I was telling you about.”
“Send an email.”
“Oh, come on, it’s—”
“Tristan!” he said so severely that Tristan stopped, fortunately far enough away that he still wouldn’t know what Chase was up to. “Sorry, but I just really need to get this done right now. You can email me whatever you want to tell me about. I’ll call if I have any questions.”
“Okay, okay, sorry. Didn’t mean to bug you again.”
Tristan spun back around and headed out.
Chase couldn’t imagine his face feeling any warmer—and he wasn’t sure if it was the lingering heat from the phone sex or from nearly having been caught with his dick hanging out and a string of cum hanging from his cock to the floor.
It was such a fucking close call, but it would have been worth it even if he had gotten caught.
“Well, look at you, nearly getting me into trouble,” Chase said as he put the phone back to his ear.
“Sorry.”
