Chapter Eight
Sunny flicked the lock on his bedroom door closed with one hand, already tugging his pants open with the other. He kicked his shoes off and collapsed onto the bed, pushing his pants and underwear down as far as his thighs and then grabbing his cock eagerly.
He’d beenso closeto kissing Grant, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. About how warm and solid he was, how stunning he was when he smiled. Sunny already craved his attention and approval in the most embarrassing way, and if he’d just closed the gap between them…
He either would have been fired, or he’d be having the time of his life right now instead of reaching down to cup his balls, sliding his fingers back to play with his hole.
Sunny’s stomach bottomed out as he thought of Grant touching him here instead, strong, steady fingers brushing against him, then easing him open, forcing him to be patient as he took his time.
Grant would be so patient. He might have had trouble keeping his schedule in order, but Sunny could tell he was the kind of man who’d want to take his time, get to know a partner, who’d consider that foreplay and prep time were just as important, just as much fun as getting to the part where he was screwing their brains out.
Sunny could picture himself sitting in Grant’s lap and riding him, Grant’s cock buried deep in his ass, his hands on Sunny’s thighs and awe on his face as he got alotmore than he’d ever asked for.
He took his hand away long enough to fumble in his nightstand for lube, grabbing the bottle and pouring some onto his fingers, barely bothering to warm it up before rolling onto his stomach and shoving a finger inside himself.
He hissed at the suddenness of it, but his body adjusted quickly, arousal making this easy.
Closing his eyes, Sunny pictured Grant looking up at him with lust in his eyes, his thighs tense under Sunny’s, their bellies pressed together, Sunny’s cock trapped between them, his hands on Grant’s shoulders for balance.
A soft grunt escaped him as he added a second finger, not satisfied with one. Grant was a pretty solid guy, so there was no doubt in Sunny’s mind that he’d have a cock to match. Thick and perfectly curved, just big enough to feel like a little too much at first.
Grant would kiss like he meant it. He’d put his whole body into it, pour all the need and want and lust he had into Sunny’s mouth, hold him steady while he got what he wanted, leave Sunny breathless and dizzy and desperately wanting more.
Healreadywanted more, and they hadn’t actually kissed.
Sunny probably shouldn’t have wanted to kiss him at all, but in the privacy of his own bedroom, he was allowed. As long as he didn’t act on it, no harm could come from a little fantasizing.
Or alotof fantasizing.
Sunny rolled back over, kicking his pants and underwear off to spread his legs wider, his eyes rolling back as his fingers slipped in deeper, a jolt of pleasure coursing through him as he hit the spot he was after. He bit down on his lip and closed his eyes, conjuring up an image of Grant in front of him, his mouth slack and his eyes dark, staring at Sunny like he was the most amazing thing in the world.
That was so hot. The thought of Grant wanting him, of being excited to be with him made Sunny squirm, his cock leaking onto his stomach and over his hand.
Restless, he rolled onto his side, wishing now that he’d paused to grab a toy for his ass. He was close, but this wasn’t enough, not really.
He wanted Grant inside him, hot and thick and eager for the attention, as desperate for Sunny as Sunny was for him.
He shouldn’t have wanted that at all, but he couldn’t help it. Grant was theperfecthot older man, the kind of man Sunny dreamed of, mature and settled and experienced, patient, happy to savor sex instead of rush to get off.
Sunny moaned as he withdrew his fingers and then shoved three inside at once, a spurt of precome spilling over his hand as he fisted his cock, spreading it along the length so he could jerk himself off faster.
In his mind, it was Grant inside him, holding still for a moment before rocking forward, keeping Sunny in place while he worked his cock inside, every movement of his hips pressing another half inch into him until he was in as far as he could go, so deep that Sunny could feel it in the pit of his stomach, a thick, heavy weight inside him, touching every sensitive spot he had and then some.
He could almost feel Grant’s breath against his neck, smell his cologne, feel the warmth of his body behind him.
Sunny buried his face in his pillow, muffling an embarrassing moan despite the fact that he knew he was alone. He was so close now, right on the edge, his thighs aching with the effort of rocking back and forth, his cock leaking freely, his balls tight.
His orgasm started deep in his stomach, welling up like a snowball rolling downhill, building so fast that there was no way Sunny could have stopped it even if he wanted to. He moaned again as it hit him, arching his back as a bolt of pleasure shot down his spine, jerking his hips against the mattress as he rode it out, coming all over himself and his blankets.
They’d needed to be washed, anyway. Now he wouldn’t have a choice.
Sunny’s head spun as he came down, his lungs burning as he panted to catch his breath, the image of Grant slipping away as he eased his fingers out of his ass.
He rolled onto his back again and sank heavily into the mattress, wrung out by the effort of getting off.
Wanting to fuck his boss was probably not the greatest idea ever.
Sunny stared up at the ceiling, turning that thought over in his mind.
It was probably just because he hadn’t gotten laid in a while. Once the Christmas season was over, he’d have to work on that. It’d been too long, and he was just latching onto the first available, attractive man he’d come across.
That was totally it.
He had no non-work-appropriate feelings about Grant at all.
Not even that his eyes were really pretty, or that his lips always looked so soft.
Or that he was incredibly patient and gentle, and seeing that made Sunny’s stomach do somersaults every time.
It was definitely just that he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, and he was sticking to that.
