My hand found my phone on the desk, about to send Wrex a cheeky text when there was a knock on my door. I sighed. Sometimes being the boss sucked, like when you wanted to think with your dick and you were forced to think with your brain. Giving a longing glance to my phone, I hollered for the person on the other side of the door to come in.
Surprise lit my face up into an exuberant smile, my unrealized prayers answered when I saw Wrex ushering himself inside my office and closing the door quickly behind him to conceal himself. I stood up from my chair instantly.
“Wrex, what—”
“Don’t worry, no one saw me, I made sure.” He gave me a grin, his back still pressed against the closed door like he was on a secret mission. My dick was already stirring to life in my suddenly too-tight pants.
We stared at each other, giving me time to take in his appearance. I’d gotten so used to seeing him in tempting crop tops and boner inducing cut off shorts that perceiving him in anything but made me take pause. Wrex was wearing a lovely black mesh tank top, minuscule sections of his grey skin peeping through if you stared long enough. And he was wearing pants for a change, denim jeans that hugged his sculpted body with nothing left to the imagination. He didn’t wear shoes per usual, showing off his inhuman shaped feet.
“Wow,” I tilted my head, really making a show of gawking at him. “Were all your cutoffs and crop tops dirty?” I made sure to put on a thick smirk, my eyes twinkling with interest.
He took a small step forward. “If you keep critiquing me, you won’t get your treat.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
In a flash, he eliminated the space between us, causing me to turn to face him as he joined me to stand behind my desk as well. He made a growl as he closed the remaining air between us, our chests pressed until I could feel his nipples through our shirts. If you could even qualify his garment as a shirt, seeing just how see through it was now that he was closer to me.
My breathing shook as I felt the length of his dick pushing against my own. Like it was second nature, my hands went to his hips as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine. It wasn’t quite a kiss, Wrex dangling his lips between us in a show of who was in control at the moment. His hot breath warmed my face and I felt my knees shake with lust.
“I missed your dick,daddy,” Wrex breathed out as a shaky whisper, so honest and abrasive that my dick throbbed even harder in my pants. “I came over to show you just how much.”
It pained me to the depths of my soul, especially when he uttered my bedroom only nickname, but I was going to protest, considering I didn’t have that much longer on my lunch break. Plus, my co-workers were just in the boardroom with very susceptible ears. Wrex had other plans though. He lightly pushed me backward, my ass hitting my desk chair with a groaningoomph. Startled, I watched as Wrex sank to his knees and wiggled forward so he could place his body perfectly between my legs.
“Wrex, wecan’t. I would love to, but everyone’s right outside.”
Ignoring me, Wrex reached for my pants, fiddling with my belt. “Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet, now won’t you?”
Chapter 19
This petrylle was determinedto give me high blood pressure. Admittedly, the idea of getting a blowjob while the rest of the office was none the wiser washot, but the threat of being caught…okay, that wasalsohot, but it also gave me a serious case of nerves.
“Wrex,” I tried to even my voice and failed while he successfully unbuttoned my pants. In one swift maneuver, his hand found its way inside my underwear, gripping my shaft with wild warmth. “I’m still not sure this is the greatest idea.”
“Lift your ass so I can pull your pants down.”
I found myself lifting my hips off my desk chair, physically incapable of not giving in to him despite the realization that he was ignoring my warnings. Wrex pulled down my pants and underwear together until they were pooling around my ankles. His eyes were fixated on my length, already throbbing and beading with pre-cum at the idea of an office excursion. His hand wrapped around my shaft again, slowly pumping my entire length to excruciating hardness. Cautious Wallace died right then and there as Wrex dove on my dick, his eager tongue lashing around the sides of me as Horny Wallace quickly took his place on the throne of impending orgasm.
“Fucking hell,” I said in a hushed but sharp tone. I didn’t want anyone to hear us, so I needed to make sure I was keeping myself in check. But when I felt Wrex’s tongue do what felt like a somersault on my frenulum, my hips lurched forward, making my desk creak in annoyance. “Sorry.” I said, even though he did nothing but moan around my cock.
Groaning, the back of my head met the headrest of my desk chair as my eyes rolled in my skull. Wrex was fucking incredible at sucking dick. Sometimes it felt like he craved it just as much as he craved getting pounded. Which made me the luckiest guy on Earth. I tilted my head so that I could watch him work, finding his eyes staring back up at me as he kept repeatedly plunging me down his throat.
“You like daddy’s cock in your mouth?” I teased, making sure to use my lower register that he seemed to like when we were getting down and dirty. I loved the moan that escaped him when he heard me calling myself daddy. My words danced above a whisper, still doing my best to kept my voice down.
“Yes,” Wrex hissed as he came up for air, smacking the head of my dick against his tongue. “I needed daddy’s cockso bad.”
“Fuck.”
I grabbed the back of his head, silently willing him to take me down to the base, his face flush against my well-maintained pubes. Wrex sounded like he was gagging for a quick second, but it disappeared, eager to prove that he could handle my dick no matter what.
That only made me harder. Finally, he started moving his head up and down again, seeing spit lingering on my dick only for Wrex to roll down my length and slurp it back into his mouth. If I kept watching him suck me like his life depended on it, there was no fucking way I was going to last much longer.
Wrex sat back on his heels, my dick falling out of his mouth and bobbing in the air, hating the break in contact. “You think we can get away with you bending me over your desk?”
Fuck, this man. Images of Wrex begging for my dick while I railed him on my desk foxtrotted behind my eyelids and I wanted to make that fantasy a reality.
“You think we can keep quiet enough?”
An answer void on his lips, Wrex responded by standing up in a flash. He made haste of pulling down his pants and underwear just as fast as he’d made mine descend moments ago. Then he was moving the discarded remains of my lunch out of the way so he could properly lean over my desk. My dick pulsed in the air when he reached behind himself, grabbing ahold of both of his ass cheeks, and spread himself so that his hole was all I could focus on.
