“Why’d you waste the wank? You should have taken it to Aunt Marlowe,” I said as I tilted the book toward the window to shed more natural light on the page. I wanted to get the details on the positions that Lars had witnessed.
“Your aunt and I don’t have much sex. When we do, it’s nothing to get really excited over,” Lars admitted.
Now was the perfect opportunity to ask him some of the questions that had been burning holes in my head since yesterday in his office. I pointed out some positions of incidences that he has caught Audrey in.
“No? You guys don’t do anything exciting like this?” I questioned and held up the journal.
Never before would I have even come close to asking about the positions that he and Aunt Marlowe got into, but quite a bit had changed now between us. Lars barked out a sharp laugh.
“Your aunt thinks it’s special, or that I’m asking a lot, for her to sit on top,” Lars offered up.
“I see. So, no ass fucking or anything outside of the standard missionary, with her occasionally on top.” He nodded in agreement with my statement. “So what have you done to stay sane?” I jokingly asked as I looked at him.
Lars was a prominent man and the CEO of Evans Financial, and I didn’t believe he hadn’t acted on his sexual desires at all. His expression was warm, and his tight smile told me that he perhaps had acted on his urges at some point, which really turned me on.
“Tear out Audrey’s page, Griffin. Put it in the shredder and then sit on my desk. I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to taste your cum,” he admitted.
I set the journal down on the desk and carefully removed the recent page entry for Audrey. Trading the page for Lars’s guarantee that Riley wouldn’t be parentless was worth it. I didn’t feel as though I was making a trade with the devil, nor did I have any moral issues with this. If I were honest, there were some fantasies tucked away in the corners of my mind that involved Lars.
While I casually waited by the shredder for all the pieces of Audrey’s indiscretions to simply cease to exist, my cock was forcing its way against the inside of my underwear. I was eager to dump my load down his throat, just as he had done with me yesterday. As I walked back toward his desk, I undid my belt and started to unzip my pants when he stopped me.
“Come here, Griffin. Allow me.” He beckoned me over and gestured with his forefinger and middle finger.
As he sat on the wood and leather chair behind his desk, I slowly walked to him and came to a stop when the end of my shoes bumped the toes of his shoes. Lars palmed my aching cock over my pants before he finally lowered my zipper. I pulled up the hem of my button-down shirt so it would be out of his way. Hooking his fingers inside the waistband of my pants and underwear at my sides, he slid them down my legs. My cock was rigid and the head was pointed at him, begging to be touched.
Lars made noises of approval and overall delight as he gazed at my cock and balls. He told me to take my shirt off, and I quickly complied. I made sure I moved my hips a little more than necessary so that my cock would wag at him. When my shirt was off, he roughly took hold of my hips and stilled me.
“Stop moving around and let me look at you,” he insisted.
He kept a hand firmly on one of my hips while he cupped the underside of my balls. His fingers began to knead and stroke my sac, causing the head of my dick to throb more.
“Mmm, you take care of yourself, don’t you, Griffin?” he mused as he let go of my hip and ran his fingers through my trimmed pubic hair. “Not a stray hair in sight and everything kept perfect,” Lars complimented while he ran the backs of his knuckles side to side along the edge of my pubic hair and the flesh of my lower abdomen.
He let go of my balls and firmly gripped my cock. His bright blue eyes deviously stared up into mine while he stroked my firm shaft from root to tip. It was becoming more difficult for me to stand there while he antagonized me with his hands. His other hand rubbed upward over my abs to my chest muscles. He grabbed and squeezed my chest as he ran his hand along my dark hair.
Letting go of my chest, he grabbed my hip and guided me to turn around. He hummed with approval as his strong, calloused hand slapped down on my ass. Chills of excitement coursed through my body as he ran his fingers up and down the crack of my ass. He found my tight hole and applied a small amount of pressure to it.
“Have you ever had anything in this exquisite ass?”
“I’m thirty years old and a kinky fuck, Lars. Of course things have been in there.”
“Tell me,” he persisted.
“Beads and plugs,” I replied.
“A cock?”
“No. No cock. I’m bi-sexual, but I’ve never bottomed for anyone,” I reminded him.
“You’re going to bottom for me.”
“Yes. You, and only you,” I confirmed.
His groan let me know he was pleased and approved of my answers.
“Get on the desk, Griffin. Lie back and prop your feet up on the edge of the desk.”
I toed off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and underwear that had pooled at my ankles. Eagerly, I shed my socks before I got myself into the position he instructed me to get into. The idea of bottoming to someone had never appealed to me, except for Lars. A glistening string of pre-cum draped between the head of my cock and abdomen. I was so hard and yearned for this blowjob.
“Take hold of your knees and pull them toward your chest just a little bit,” he instructed as he palmed my balls.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of lube and flipped the cap open. I knew the lube had been there, because I often lured the cheaters into Lars’s study and used that same tube. But this was far more exciting now that he was going to use the lube on me. I opened my mouth a little so I could quietly get more air in my lungs and not sound like I was breathing hard. With greedy eyes, I watched Lars coat his thick middle finger in its entirety.
“You’re going to love this, Griffin,” he promised me as he tugged one of my ass cheeks to the side.
His eyes pierced mine as he pushed his thick digit into my tight ass. I stared at him with hungry, lust-filled eyes, as he finger fucked me. I instantly fell in love with his finger and the primal feeling associated with being controlled like this. Lars’s mouth turned upward into a cocky smile as he shared his finger with me.
“Like that, Griffin?”
“Oh, yeah.” I laughed and nodded as best as I could on his vintage desk. With wide eyes, I watched him take hold of my cock and then lower his head to envelop my swollen length. “Fuck,” I hissed. It didn’t take long before I needed to close my eyes and savor the eutrophic high of doing something morally forbidden but wanting it so fiercely.
