Page 50 of The Work Trip


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“You’re so fucking hot. Jesus,” Alec said, ignoring me.

I chucked, amused but getting frustrated. “Alec!”

He smirked, dug in his pocket, and handed me a condom. I stared at it, then his smirking face, and back to the golden wrapper.

“Put it on,” he said, to my utter confusion.

We’d never used condoms. Not the first time, not two nights before. I loved feeling him empty his balls into my body. Once the confusion cleared, and his calculated risk became more apparent—fucking in this abandoned conference room—I couldn’t help but feel a little offended.

“You want me to fuck you? With a condom? You’ve never used one with me. Ever.”

I had gotten off to the idea of fucking Alec well before he ever fucked me. Once he did, I just couldn’t imagine us having sex without him inside me. I craved the sensations more than I did having my dick played with. To suggest flipping roles, usinga condom, during the workday, in our office felt…off. And yeah, more than a little offensive.

Alec laughed, then hushed himself. “No. Just do as I tell you. But be quick. Let’s aim to be one load lighter each in fifteen minutes, okay?”

The slight chuckle in his voice and his commanding tone made me weak. I wasted no more time saying, “Yes, sir,” as I began to undo and pull down my pants. “But what about the DySoSan proposal?”

“Already handled, Blackwood. I finished it as soon as I got in this morning.”

I turned around, happy and grateful. “Really?”

Alec had pushed his jeans past his butt cheeks, letting his mighty cock stand proud. He was pouring a packet of lube on himself while I rolled the condom on my now-aching dick. We looked at each other, and he motioned me to turn around.

“Yes, really,” he said with a smile. “C’mon. We gotta be quick.”

I could see how fast his heart was racing in his eyes. He was nervous and so keyed up that it reminded me of those first times we messed around, and I was all for it. But knowing he had it planned since he left my place that morning made it so much better. Devious little fuck.

“Yes, sir,” I said as I bent over the conference table.

I braced myself on my elbows, spread my legs, and wagged my ass at him. We made eye contact over my shoulder, and he mouthed, “fuck,” as he took in the sight.

“Fuck me,” I whined.

“Beg for it. Beg for this fat cock up your tight ass.”

“Please fuck me, sir. Please. I need it.”

“Good boy.”

The next sounds to fill the room were the low groans of one man entering another. Both opposite sides of the samepleasure. He didn’t ram it in, but his balls reached my taint in a swift single motion, elongating my moan, and heightening his pleasure.

Alec’s hands trembled as he took hold of my hips, the only betrayal of his nerves. He fucked me with quick, steady thrusts meant to get us there in a time crunch. Fast enough to be a pounding, but without the force.

My forehead hit the table with a thud once he started. It had only been two months, but I loved letting Alec fuck me more than anything I’d ever done with my cock.

“Fuck that ass. You own it. It’s yours,” I whimpered.

“Fuck yeah, I do, Blackwood.” He smacked my ass, hard. “All fucking mine.” He grabbed my cheek, then smacked it again.

One advantage of submitting to him was not having to deal with the brunt of some things. Like deciding to fuck at the office in the middle of the day. I knew whatever happened, he would protect me, and he bore that weight like the goddamn alpha he was. That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared to death of being caught.

“Fuuuuck, Blackwood. This is fucking crazy. I’m not gonna last much longer,” he said.

“Then don’t. Fuck me hard and fill me up.”

Alec grunted, dug his fingers into me, and fucked his way towards release. There was something so hot about what we were doing. The danger was only part of it. That we were in our work clothes, fucking in a conference room, was hot on its own. When we went back to our desks, we’d be in a post-sex glow that no one would know about. It was fucking sexy, and I stroked myself.

“No. That’s my job,” he said, lifting me to stand straight against his body and knocking my hand away from my latex-covered cock.