I groan and shake my head. "Then you've dated all the wrong men."
As soon as we’re in my bedroom, I drag him to my chest and kiss him again, walking him slowly towards the bed as I explore his mouth with my tongue. I push him onto the bed and, still kissing him, make short work of undoing his tie and shirt buttons. I open his shirt wide, exposing his chest and kiss my way down the centre of his body while I undo his trousers. I bury my face against his boxer shorts and inhale, nuzzling my nose against his covered cock as I pull his trousers and socks off. Then I kiss my way back up his stomach and chest to his mouth. His arms wrap around my neck, and he runs a hand over my scalp.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispers. “But you’re wearing far too many clothes.”
I stand and undress for him, enjoying the way his stare roams over my body, savouring every inch of me. I grab a condom and lube.
“Do you like having your arse spanked during sex?” I ask.
Archie licks his lips. “Yes,Sir.”
“Roll over.”
He half sits first, hands moving to finish taking his shirt off.
“Leave it,” I order.
He raises his eyebrows. “I thought we weren’t going to bookend the day with quick fucks anymore?”
“We’re not. But you look sexy with your shirt unbuttoned and your glasses on.”
“Okay…but remember, I have to wear this shirt all day. Don’t get me too hot and sweaty.”
“We’re going to get very hot and very sweaty,” I promise. “I can wash and dry it for you.”
“And what will I wear while it’s in the machine?”
“I have plenty of clothes.” Although all of mine will swamp him. “Or you could go topless.”
Archie smirks. “I knew you had an ulterior motive.”
I shrug, not denying it.
Smiling, he rolls onto his stomach, folding his arms beneath his chest. His legs are already spread for me. I kneel with my knees on the outside of his thighs and squirt lube down his crack. I work my finger over his arse hole, teasing him as he whimpers. My cock hardens at the sight of his glistening pucker, and pre-cum drips from my slit as I push my finger inside him and feel the tight, hot pulse of his muscles. I remember what he said about getting tested so he wouldn’t have to use a condom to suck my cock. I want to feel him too without rubber around my dick, dulling the sensations of sex. Still playing with his arse, I lean forward onto my hand and kiss his neck.
“Let’s take a long lunch,” I say.
Archie turns his face so he can look at me from the corners of his eyes. “Starting work late, long lunches…Is that a good idea?”
“There’s a test centre a short drive away,” I whisper.
He shivers, and I push my finger deeper, stroking over his prostate.
“You’re sure?” he asks. “We’ve not been together long.”
“I’m positive. I want you, no one else.”
“Then I guess we’re taking a long lunch. I will need something to wear if we go out, though.”
"You can borrow one of my T-shirts. It's fashionable, isn't it? Wearing your boyfriend's clothes that are too big for you?"
Archie chuckles. "I think that's a fashion statement for girls rather than guys, but okay." He closes his eyes as I continue to move my finger back and forth with long, deep strokes. "That feels so nice, Sir." He hums. "Maybe…" And moans. "I should…" And groans. "Bring a spare shirt if we're going to keep…Ah! Doing this."
I pause, holding my finger still inside him.
He cracks one eye open. “Too soon?”
“No.” I kiss his lips softly. “That’s a great idea.”
