“Up to you, Red. We can head inside if you’d rather.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, sucking in a harsh breath. “He said hard and fast, right? Do it.”
“You’re sure?”
In answer, I run a hand over the outline of Trevor’s cock, my gut tightening with a rush of pleasured anticipation. “Can I get you ready?”
“I won’t ever say no to that,” he rumbles.
Darting one quick glance around just to make sure we’re alone, I lean across the gap between our seats and pull Trevor’s ridiculous cock free. I have only a moment to marvel at the sheer size of him before I lean down and take him into my mouth.
The euphoria that hits me is instantaneous. Trevor grunts out a low sound, his hips hitching as I swallow what I can of him. Which isn’t much. The fingers that thread through my hair only make me more determined. As does Trevor’s gravelly voice.
“Ah, Red. I knew your mouth would be heaven.”
Cognizant of where we are, I work fast, but every second that Trevor’s cock is resting against my tongue is a second seared into my mind. I have no doubt I’ll be remembering this impromptu blowjob in the front seat of his car at the most inopportune of times.
Before I can lose myself completely, I pop off Trevor’s cock. He lifts my chin, his pupils blown, his eyes so dark I swear I can see myself reflected in them. A thumb rolls over my bottom lip, wet from my spit. “Ready?”
I nod, all I can do. Trevor grabs his phone, opening the camera app before passing it over. I get ready to record, taking a second to make sure nothing identifying is in the shot, like Trevor’s face or details of my house. He lets loose a slow breath before fisting his cock, my cue to start thevideo.
I know I can’t make any sound, but it’s hard to remember that fact when Trevor spits onto his cock once, twice, before spreading the moisture. I nearly jump when he speaks.
“Still at the office, Daniel? Dressed in your fancy suit with your cock out under your desk, a model employee, hm? What would your boss think if he knew you were imagining him bending you over the surface and stuffing you full of his cock?”
Holy fucking shit.
Trevor’s hand flies swiftly over himself, working a brutal pace he only breaks on occasion when he rolls his palm over the head in an almost loving caress. “Do you think he’d worry about your pleasure, or would he fuck you as he’d like? Use you like the cocksleeve you are? Bend over the desk, Daniel. Be a good boy now.”
Trevor spits onto his cock once more, squeezing himself. His tone isn’t one I’ve ever heard from him before.
He’s acting, I realize. And he’sgood.
“Two fingers in your ass, Dan. I’m gonna fuck you just like he would. You ready? Don’t you dare stop. This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about his.”
I nearly swallow my tongue when Trevor starts jacking himself again, as lost in the fantasy he’s creating as I’m sure this Daniel will be.
“That’s right. Just like that. Fucking take it and don’t make a sound. Can’t have the secretary hearing you getting fucked by the boss inside your office. You think she’d be jealous? That you get the boss’s cock and she doesn’t? Show me how good you can be, Dan. The perfect employee, more than willing to take every ounce of my cum.”
My eyes move from Trevor’s phone to his face, my breath catching when I find him staring right at me.
The subtle shift in his voice is undeniable. “Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I clamp my mouth shut so I don’t make a noise, my eyes returning to the phone screen just in time to see Trevor’s cock erupting over his fist.
“Ah, fucking fuck. You feel that? How deep my cum is inside your body?” Trevor glides his fist slowly over himself, making a mess of his cock, imitating how the cum would spread if he fucked himself slowly inside this Daniel’s ass a few more times. “Just what I needed. Better clean yourself up now. Before someone finds you fucked out on top of your desk. Can’t have the whole office talking, can we?”
Trevor glides his hand up his cock one last time before letting go. Even softening, his cock is a sight to behold.
“Good boy, Daniel. Top marks, as usual, for being the best fuck toy in the office. Now zip up your pants and get back to work.”
It takes me a second to realize Trevor is motioning for his phone. I stop the recording and pass it over, barely registering Trevor tossing it onto the dash. He wipes his hand on his boxer briefs before hooking the back of my neck.
“All right?” he asks, checking in again, so considerate it makes my heart ache.
I let loose a breath and lick my lips. “I really need you to make me come.”
Trevor doesn’t miss a beat. He tugs the recline bar on my seat and unzips my jeans before the shock of falling backwards has even worn off. The next second, his hand is tugging me free and his head is descending.
