I go back to kissing his neck and playing with his arse. His body becomes more and more relaxed. His arse is no less hot around my finger, but his muscles no longer squeeze it so tightly. I slip another finger inside him and continue to play with him and stretch him so his arse is ready to accommodate my cock. Sweet groans slip past his lips, each one running into the next. The sound and feel of him make my cock become even harder, almost painfully so. I can’t wait to bury myself inside him, to feel the heat of him embracing my cock.
“You’re so good with your fingers,” he whispers before groaning more deeply than before. “I could come like this.”
“Don’t.”
“I’ll do my very best not to, but you might want to put your cock inside me soon.”
I chuckle but continue to play with him until his groans are pitched so deep they vibrate in my groin. Then I gently remove my fingers from his arse, roll on a condom, and cover my cock in lube. I part his arse cheeks with my hands and slide inside him slowly.
“Oh god, you feel amazing, Archie. So hot and tight.”
“Sir,” he moans. “You feel so good.”
I kneel up and slide my hands over his arse as I grind my hips into him. After a few quick thrusts, I lift my hand from his arse and start to slap him. Not hard. This is for pleasure, not punishment, but firmly enough for him to groan with each slap. I alternate arse cheeks, loving the way they wobble after every playful strike.
“So good,” he whispers.
I keep fucking him, keep slapping him, as his groans become more garbled and throaty and his arse cheeks become red.
“Do you like this?” I ask.
“Yes.”
He presses his forehead onto his arms as I continue to drive my cock into him, deeper and deeper. His moans of pleasure drive me on, harder, faster. There's nothing about Archie that doesn't entrance me. Right now, I'm utterly intoxicated by the way his back moves every time I thrust into him, fluid muscles rippling under silken skin. I can't get enough of the sexy sounds pouring out of his mouth, each one showing me how much he's enjoying our lovemaking. He is perfection, and I'm awed that he's chosen me to be his lover. My chest expands to accommodate my swelling heart. I want to make this thing last. Lovers. Co-workers. I need it all.
I need him.
My balls draw tight. I thrust my hips like a jockey riding a champion racehorse to victory. As we cross the line, I throw my head back and groan through the orgasm that makes my body shudder. Oh, sweet release. Beneath me, Archie screams out a desperate "Yes!" and then his body quakes just as much as mine. His arse clenches around me, milking the last drops of cum from my cock.
"The best way to start the day." He chuckles breathlessly.
I lean down to kiss him. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“I might need a shower before work,” he muses.
I nuzzle his neck. "A shower sounds good." I slip free of him, tie off, and toss the condom into the bin. "But first we cuddle."
We get under the quilt and tangle our limbs together. We stroke and kiss each other tenderly.
“This is my favourite part of sex,” I say.
“Really?”
“Aye. The quiet cuddling afterwards is bliss.”
“The orgasms are pretty good too,” Archie says cheekily.
“They are. But for some reason, I feel closer to you now than when I was inside you.”
“You’re very good at the cuddling part.” He sighs. It’s such a content, happy sound. “We might have to be a little more restrained in future.”
I’m not sure I want to be. I want to be able to kiss and touch whenever I want to. “Just keep me on track with my words.”
He grins. “Don’t worry, Sir. I will.”
I know he will. He’s the most organised person I’ve ever met. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”
“Yes,” Archie says, and then he half closes his eyes as if thinking hard. “I don’t think there was anything on the board for tonight.”
