Truth be told, I was somewhat of an exhibitionist, and the idea of getting caught, literally with my pants down, was thrilling. We walked in silence most of the way back to the house, and I kept my eyes out for any movement around us.
“You felt incredible, Griffin,” he said under his breath as we climbed the steps at the back of the house to the wide patio deck.
“I loved every second of it. You felt so fucking big. Any time you need to unload, just call me,” I added.
“I intend to,” he agreed as he opened the door to the house from patio.
I joined him in his study for another glass of scotch to unwind. We spoke in whispers and murmurs about his warm cum being in me. As it neared one hour before the party guests were expected to arrive, I went outside to my car to get my clothes for the party.
I used one of the upstairs guest bedrooms and adjoining bathrooms to get ready for the party. While I slipped my silver cufflinks through the white cuffs of my shirt, I checked myself out in the mirror. Everything was perfect, as usual.
From the guest room, I could hear guests starting to arrive. I knew I needed to pull myself together and concentrate on the guests, but I couldn’t get Lars off of my mind. In my head, I went over the names of the three women I was to flirt with to see if they would bite.
Who was I kidding? They would always bite.
I tried to shake Lars from my mind, and for a few minutes, I thought I had been successful. I was proven wrong when there was a swift knock on the bedroom door. I hurried to answer it, and Lars turned his attention from down the hall to me. He groped me with his blue eyes, sending my concentration on the women to hell. I stepped to the side, and he quickly entered the room. His mouth was on mine the second I closed the door.
“I just needed to touch you again,” he whispered against my lips.
“Touch me then,” I taunted quietly into his mouth.
He slid his hand between our bodies and rubbed my firm cock over my pants. We both smiled against one another’s lips and he whispered again that he loved me.
“Griffin, I want to do something dirty tonight.”
“I’m up for it,” I whispered.
“Unless you’re with one of the women from work, meet me at the edge where the path stops in the woods. It’s right around where we were at today, okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Lars,” I murmured as he walked toward the door. He stopped and turned to look at me. “Do you mean it? Do you mean it when you tell me that you love me?”
He walked back to me and framed my face with his hands. His mouth crushed against mine, and when we pulled apart, he rested his forehead on mine while holding a hand on the back of my head.
“I’ve always loved you, Griffin. I started having impure feelings about you during your second year of college,” he declared.
I was ecstatic by his admission and kissed him hard.
“What about Aunt Marlowe? How can we keep this up?”
“Griffin, relax. I’ve waited for this, for the right time since your college years. We will figure out the logistics for everything. We just might have to have a daily meeting at the office,” he said with a smile and winked. “Eight o’clock, Griffin,” he reminded me before he walked out of the room.
Before I left the bedroom, I went back into the bathroom, ran a washcloth under the cool water, and pressed it over my face. While the cool cloth revitalized me, I took a few deep breaths.
Not only was I excited about the sex and this newfound relationship, but I couldn’t help but think that somewhere along the way there might be monetary perks and frivolous items. I could use a new car and would love to renovate my father’s estate that I had inherited. I hadn’t moved into the place because I felt like it was too much my parents’ style, and I was anything but that. Most importantly, I wanted to advance into a respected position at Evans Financial, and Lars knew this. Letting Lars bang me just might get me what I want.
I felt as though my legs were weightless as I went down the stairs. My mind raced with knowing that Lars loved me and that he had been lusting after me since college. Now he was talking about us being able to figure things out so we could keep this up. The idea of being fucked or sucked off in his office was exhilarating, and it didn’t leave me much room to concentrate on flirting with anyone.
I chatted for a few minutes with Monica, but her husband came over, and she really wasn’t biting. Lars had always been very adamant and said to let them come to me. It was ten minutes to eight and nothing was happening with me in the department of luring anyone, which was fine by me tonight. I had somewhere else that I would much rather be. Lars was never upset or angry if we didn’t catch anyone. Despite the double standard, he would rather have employees who didn’t stray from their partners or spouses.
Just before eight o’clock, I was on a leisurely stroll to the path in the woods. Every twenty steps, I would stop walking and listen for anyone around me. I finally came to the point where I could see Lars ahead of me. I had that same excited feeling that I’d get with a new lover. Our mouths collided, and his hands moved to my shoulders.
“Suck my cock, Griffin,” he whispered against my lips. “Let me dump my seed down your throat.”
Dirty talk had always turned me on, and coming from Lars, it kicked it up a notch for me. I crouched down in front of him as he unzipped the fly of his tuxedo pants. He quickly pulled out his hard cock and tapped it against my open mouth and waiting tongue. I glared up at him with depraved eyes as I devoured his cock.
“Oh yes! Right there!” A female’s hushed voice carried over to us.
The acoustics in the woods could be deceiving, but it didn’t sound like the voice was very close. Lars quickly pulled out of my mouth and tucked his cock back into his pants as I stood. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glanced around us. The two of us stood stock still, listening. Another faint, muffled moan found its way to us, and I quickly turned to face the direction it sounded like it had come from.
