Mitch didn’t seem offended by my retreat. If anything, it seemed to make him hungrier. He curled his hand around my neck before sliding it up into my hair. He placed his other hand on my hip and held me in place before he stepped into me. I felt every inch of him from my chest to my toes. The most obvious point of interest was his erection pressed against mine. Both of us were wearing sweats, which made it hard to hide our aroused states.
He gave me time to refuse, but I didn’t. Couldn’t. I was too far gone. Then his lips were against mine and I closed my eyes so I could just concentrate on the way he made me feel. Mitch’s lips were firm against mine as he kissed me several times before I felt his tongue lick the seam of my lips, seeking entrance.
I eagerly parted my lips and welcomed him, I curled my tongue around his and sucked him into my mouth. His groan rumbled up from his chest and spilled into me. Want. Need. My body shook hard with those emotions and I fisted a hand in Mitch’s hair to hold him to me while I slid the other hand over his taut ass.
I imagined spending many, many hours worshiping his firm globes before I slipped my dick between them. I knew without a doubt that I could easily lose myself in his tightness until it was the only thing I could remember. Damn, Mitch made me feel so many things; always had, always would. He was my Achilles and I was lucky he didn’t know it, because he would press and push until I was forced to come clean.
Mitch dropped his hands to the bottom of my t-shirt and began to lift up. Red flags were going up in my brain, urging me to slow down or stop. I hadn’t told him my rule and it wasn’t right to mislead him. Instead, I broke our kiss and raised my arms up so he could strip it off of me. I reached for his shirt to do the same. Then we were pressed together, skin on skin. God, the heat coming off of him was like nothing I had ever felt.Did I make him that hot?
I slid my hands all over his back before I moved them between our bodies. Mitch put a tiny amount of space between us so I could let my hands roam all over his chest. I took my time learning the grooves between the planes of muscle and let his happy trail tickle my palms. As if of the same mind, Mitch’s hands discovered me in the same exact way. It was like we were synchronized gropers.
Mitch nipped my bottom lip when I slid my hands up to tease his nipples with my thumbs. We were both getting to the point of no retreat where the need to come would override common sense. I no longer worried about the fact that Mitch was my boss. God, I needed to tell him…
Mitch broke the kiss and dropped to his knees. He pinned me with his hot, liquid gaze as he reached up and pulled my sweats and briefs to my knees. Once my cock was free, he turned his focus to my erection pointing directly at his face. He had me so primed and charged that it wouldn’t take much for me to blast.
“Sexy fucker,” he whispered hungrily as he wrapped his big hand around my dick and began to stroke it up and down.
I closed my eyes because the sight of him handling me ratcheted up my need to blow and I didn’t want it to be over so fast. How long had I been dreaming of his lips on my cock? Forever, it seemed. I let my head fall back and enjoyed the steady, confident strokes until I felt his tongue flicker across the weeping slit of my dick.
“So good,” he whispered, looking into my eyes.
I wanted to push my dick between his pillowy lips, so I did. Mitch opened wide to accommodate me and I let him take over. I wasn’t sure how deep he could take me and I wasn’t the kind of guy who just started fucking someone’s face without consideration. To my joyful surprise, Mitch took me all the way down until his nose pressed up against my trimmed hairs.
“Fuck!” I could say nothing else, because my brain had ceased to work at all.
“Mmmm,” Mitch moaned around a mouthful of cock as he worked me in and out of his throat. He constantly changed the tempo and sometimes would let me fall completely from his mouth so he could lick and suck my balls or tease the underside of my dick with the tip of his tongue.
“Get your dick out and fuck your fist, Mitch.” I barely recognized the gravely, deep timbre in my own voice. “I won’t last and I want to see you. Show me what you do when you’re thinking about me.”
Fuck, it was hot watching him stroke himself at the same pace he sucked me off. I felt his gaze on my face and I looked away from his stroking action to look into his eyes. I saw the same want and need there that I had been feeling since the second we were reunited. The want had always been there, but the need I hadn’t seen since we were kids.
“Me too.” I traced around his mouth with my finger as he worked me in and out. I felt my balls tighten and retract, signaling that my orgasm was near. “I’m going to come,” I warned him in case he wanted to pull off. Instead, he reached between my legs and firmly tugged my balls. “Mitch.” It was my final warning, but he didn’t seem to care.
I grunted loudly as I shot in his mouth. I loved watching him swallow me down, but even more I loved watching him fuck himself faster with his fist as he chased his own orgasm. My dick slid from his swollen lips once the last drop left my cock, but I could tell his gaze was still locked on my face as I watched him jerk off.
“Mark.” My name had never sounded so good and it was something I wanted to hear over and over again from his lips. “Fuck!” His head fell forward and rested on my thigh, but didn’t disrupt my view. I watched as he spurted jets of creamy cum all over his hand and my kitchen floor.
I’d never be able to stand in this room again without thinking about the way he made me feel. His body finally stopped shaking once he finished climaxing. I slipped my hand through his hair and cupped the back of his head where he rested against me. Mitch looked up at me and smiled. He looked so sated and happy that I couldn’t help but feel the same way.
Still, I sifted my fingers through his dark hair and said, “This changes everything.” I’m not sure even I knew how insightful my words were right then.
