My crush on my boss has always been lust-focused. And sure, there’s a lot about Bill to like besides his body. He’s thoughtful, sweet, intelligent, wonderful with people. But entertaining romantic feelings for my boss was a line I never let myself cross. My history is a battlefield littered with corpses of toxic relationships that all started because I let myself fall for a guy. Why ruin this perfect night? I told Bill that all I wanted to do was fuck him. I have to stay true to my word.
But a guy can still enjoy a great kiss.
“Are you going to fuck me or what, Mr. Crandell?”
Bill’s face splits wide with the purest smile I’ve ever seen on him. If my heart were involved in this fuckfest tonight–which it’s not–it would be melting right now.
5
BILL
I can’t get enough of Tate Cherry. I want to stay up all night indulging in his body, exploring every inch of him with my fingers, my tongue, and my dick.
Things with Tate and me are electric. I’ve never experienced this sexual chemistry with someone before. Maybe it’s because Tate and I have a shorthand from working together. Or maybe I’m allowing myself to take something I’ve wanted for years, and it’s even better than I thought.
I want to have hot sex with this man. I want to watch my cock disappear into his tight, puckered hole. But we’re two men, so we need some help with that, help that I don’t have on me.
“Shit. We need lube,” I say. “Maybe the drugstore on the corner is open?”
The idea of getting dressed and walking into a blizzard right now sucks, but I’d do that to have sex with Tate.
“No need.” He flings himself off the bed and runs to his suitcase. His pert ass is red from my hands and beard ravaging him. A moment later, he tosses me a bottle of lube and condoms.
“How much did you plan for tonight?” I ask.
He barks out a laugh, his cute eyes creasing at the corners. “I always bring these on business trips just in case. Other assistants I know have had to go out in the middle of the night to get their bosses condoms. I figured it’s easier to carry them with me and be prepared.”
“Smart guy.”
His eyes widen. I don’t think I can ever use that nickname in a professional context again.
“I’m so lucky you work for me.”
Tate smiles but something clouds his brightness for a moment. He hands over the supplies. I kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. This is supposed to be a wild sex fantasy for him. I need to cool it with the sweet kisses, for both our sakes.
I slap his ass and drift a finger down his crack. “Is this everything you dreamed?”
“Better.”
I pick him up. Tate wraps his legs around me as I walk us over to the living room.
“We don’t need to be confined to a bed,” I say. I want to have him on every surface in here. Really get our money’s worth.
I lay Tate down on the couch. I roll the condom on my dick which is so hard and ready for action it might bust through the windows. Next, I lube up Tate’s hole. While it’d be nice to just use my tongue to get his opening slicked up, Astroglide is the vastly superior lubricant.
I push his legs to his chest and relish the sight of his pink, slicked up hole.
“Ready, smart guy?”
He nods exaggeratedly, as if the word yes wasn’t enough.
I see stars the second I slide into his ass. It’s tight and warm and stretching for my thick cock. He bites his lip. I can tell it’s a lot for him.
“You good?” I pull back some.
Tate exhales a big breath almost as if he’s doing a meditation. His body seems to settle underneath me. “Yeah. I’m good.”
The fire in his eyes tells me we have the green light. I thrust back inside him. Tate’s hole is like a gift from the gods. It feels amazing. Just as I did when rimming him, I hold myself back, despite the excitement tantalizing my bones. I want this to feel even better for him than it is for me. Tate deserves everything. He’s so fucking wonderful, he deserves for his fantasies to surpass expectations. It’s not about me. It’s about him. Although I’m enjoying myself plenty.
