I don’t know.
Maybe it’s…both?
I table that for now.
She playfully ruffles his hair. “My boy’s averygood boy. And since he’s all loosened up for you, he shouldthrow you an excellent fuck.” She meets my gaze. “Don’t hold back.”
“I won’t.” I unbutton the top two buttons on my shirt, loosen my tie, and rip everything off and over my head in one motion, undershirt and all, dropping them into the chair I briefly occupied.
I tear the pouch open with my teeth and quickly roll the condom down my shaft. Even after she got her tubes tied Ellen and I still usedcondoms for anal, so I’m no stranger to wearing one.
Because we both loved anal.
I spot the lube and shove my pants and boxers farther down my thighs before I grab the bottle and squirt some into my hand, slicking my cock with it.
Then I wipe my hand on the towel under Declan and step into place.
Holy fuck.
She braces herself with one arm behind her and uses the other to fist his hair andpull his face into her pussy. He lets out a needy moan, like a starving man given a feast.
Trust me, I know a few things about starving men.
“Yeah, boy,” she says. “Just like that.”
I realize I’m standing there watching instead of fucking. I reach out and grab his left hip to hold him still and circle the base of my cock with my right hand to aim.
Maybe part of me is convinced this is a dream.That I fell asleep at my desk and I’m finally having something other than nightmares.
Except the head of my cock breaches his rim, only a thin layer of latex separating me from the first man I’ve ever fucked—my deputy chief of staff and a man I probably shouldnotbe fucking—and he and I both let out groans as I easily sink balls-deep inside him.
“Fuuuuck,” I whisper. I now hold his hips withboth hands and take a moment to savor the sensation of beinginsidesomeone else for the first time in nearly two years.
First time I’ve been inside someone besides Ellen in twenty-five years.
Casey grins and bends her knees, her feet now tucked under Declan. When he lets out another moan and starts rocking himself back and forth, fucking himself on my cock, I realize what she’s doing. She’spressed the soles of her feet together against his cock and is letting him fuck her like that.
“He’ssomuch fun to play with when he’s this damned horny,” she says as she ruffles his hair. Her voice has dropped, deep and throaty now. “I really feel bad I haven’t let him come more lately, but he knows not to ask me for it and I totally lost track of how long it’s been. I asked him at dinner howlong it’s been and knew I couldn’t let him go to sleep without giving him a little relief.”
My fingers clamp down on his hips, forcing him to hold still. Sanity has fled in this moment. I’m pure idunchainedright now, and no doubt my super-ego will step in to slap me around tomorrow morning.
Tonight?
The boy’s getting himselffucked.
“So you decided to fuck him at the office instead of hisplace?” I grit out.
She giggled. “I didn’t want to be a total bitch and make him drive all the way over to my house tonight, and his apartment has paper-thin walls. The good news is he’s only twenty-fucking-nine, George. Take him home with you, and you’ll be able to get at least two more out of him tonight, and maybe another in the morning, if you get your damn ass out of bed early enough.”
She taps him on the top of the head. “Make sure you fix him coffee in the morning before you leave. I’d better receive a good report from him when I pick you up.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he mumbles into her pussy.
I want to watch her, her body, his mouth on her, but I end up looking at his back, the way his muscles bunch and flex as he tries to rock against me. The dip in his spine along his lower backas it travels down to become his tailbone.
His tight ass, in which my cock is currently buried.
Fuuuck…
