Ford sucked and sucked on his cock, going back for extra sips of the hot liquid each time, until Andrew was shaking. And then he pulled away.
“You want more, you’re going to have to demand it.” Ford smirked as he stood up straight to await his orders.
“Come here,” Andrew said, clawing Ford closer the moment he moved back toward him, possessive as he glided his hands up the back of Ford’s shirt and kissed him ravenously, beforemoving along his jaw to his throat. “Help me up,” he said between nips, “and then bend over the table.”
Ford did so, and he had such a perfect ass, even with his pants still up, presented for Andrew with his legs spread, while Andrew teetered with his length swollen and heavy between his thighs. He didn’t bother removing either of their clothes completely, just shoved his pants down to not lock his knees in place, and yanked Ford’s down to his ankles. He knew what Ford expected him to do, and he’d get there.
Stepping in close, Andrew let the head of his cock tease between Ford’s cheeks, putting one hand on the back of his neck and pressing him hard to the table. Ford’s hips jerked under the harsh treatment, and Andrew reached around with his other hand to feel just how much he liked this.
“You’re already hard again,” Andrew said with pride, canting his hips forward and running his thumb down Ford’s length while the hand at his neck squeezed harder. “You like when I’m in charge.”
Ford panted, hips stuttering like he wanted to rut against the table. “As much as you like it when I am.”
“Does that mean you like…this?” He pulled the hand from Ford’s cock and smacked his right butt cheek.
Ford gasped, rocking more consistently.
“I was sore sitting down that whole next day.” Andrew smacked him again, hard as he could. “I liked that too. Liked that I could let everything go, and then take everything the next time.”
“Thentake,” Ford whined, spreading his legs wider and rubbing back against Andrew’s cock between his cheeks.
“I’m still mad about the Larson contract.”
“We’re sharing!”
“It’s the principle.”
“Andrew…” Ford pleaded. “Punish me then. Punish me harder. Please.”
That same familiar thrill shot through Andrew, reveling in the permission to press down hard, squeeze harder, and rear back for another sharp smack to Ford’s ass. “You act so tough,” his voice came out a low, dangerous growl, “but only a few minutes with me like this and you’re already begging.”
“Please…” Ford said again, as if to say yes, he’d beg as much as Andrew wanted.
“You’re going to have to offer a lot more than ‘please’ to get me to give you what you want.”
All at once, Andrew pulled away, and bodily flipped Ford around, lifted him up the table, and spread his legs to rock him back. Ford was pulsing harder between his legs than the first time, face a flushed mess and pupils dilated, and bringing a startling reality to Andrew.
“We don’t have…”Anything—no condom, no lube, nothing hidden in either of their pockets. Andrew had only planned on a blowjob and roaming hands.
“I don’t need it if you don’t,” Ford said, and for all the heat and want in his eyes, there was trust there too, and more than either of them had admitted out loud. “No surprises, Andrew. It’s only been you since well before Christmas.”
Andrew hadn’t been with anyone but Ford since Olivia, but there had been very few people he’d felt comfortable enough with to forego all precaution.
Yet he didn’t hesitate, not with Ford, bringing up his fingers for Ford to suck them into his mouth and coat them as liberally as he could. As soon as Andrew probed in to start stretching, Ford let out a wrecked moan.
“You like that too, don’t you?” Andrew said, one finger and then two twisting up inside him, opening him easily, right there in his conference room.
“Please,” Ford begged again, neck arching as his head pressed back into the table.
“Did you get all hot and bothered having me suck you off in a crowded room?”
“Ngn… I love it when you show your dirty side.”
“You’re the one about to get fucked with your coworkers down the hall.”
“And you’re the one dripping precum all over my carpet.”
Andrew took the taunt, true as it may be when he looked down, and seized Ford’s throat with his free hand, squeezing just shy of too hard until Ford gasped for breath, eyes hooded, nodding in encouragement. “Tell me you love it when I make you beg.”
