Chapter 7
CHASE
It took about half a second for Lee’s dick to override his brain, just like I knew it would.
He had such a stick up his ass about being my boss that it felt good to know I was calling the shots when it came to this.
I didn’t like the guy—I especially didn’t like how he kept doing things that made me want to like him—but he was hot.
I’d always had a thing for beefy guys. Always had a thing for knocking stuck-up assholes down a peg or two as well, so Lee ticked that box too.
And I had such a thing for this beefy, stuck-up asshole that after I’d jerked off again last night to the mental image of him bending me over a prep table and railing me, I’d figured what the hell.
I’d seen him sneaking looks at my ass, and I was pretty sure he was into me, even if he pretended he wasn’t.
And I hadn’t gotten laid in forever. I might as well try and make this happen—which was why there was a condom stashed in the front pocket of my khakis right now, and I was leaning back against the table and spreading myself out like a buffet in an effort to get him to fuck me.
And it looked like those efforts were about to pay off.
Lee wavered, for just that half second, and then he wrenched me up by my shirt and kissed the living shit out of me.
So yeah, we were doing this. Right here, in the kitchen of Gobble de Goose. And honestly, I was already so sold on the idea that I was pretty sure I’d come before I even got my pants down.
I pulled free of the kiss for just long enough to tug my shirt off, enjoying the way that Lee’s gaze widened appreciatively as he took in my torso.
Then he leaned back in and pressed his mouth against my collarbone, sucking the skin so hard that it was bound to leave a mark.
We had a bit of a battle while he was doing that and I was trying to get his shirt off, because our goals didn’t exactly align, but I growled at him a few times, which got him to back off long enough so I could get the shirt off him.
Most guys I’d been with had farmer’s tans, but not Lee.
He was the same light brown all over. He wasn’t very hairy either.
He had a couple of dark wisps between his pecs and a treasure trail under his belly button.
I kind of wanted to pet it. I kind of wanted to pet all of him, to wrap my hands around those beefy biceps and rub my palms all over his pecs and see if he was sensitive there.
I reached out and snagged him by his belt loops and pulled him close and kissed him again.
He let out a shocked noise, but then he got with the program, slotting into the vee of my thighs and tangling one hand in my hair and tugging at it, changing the angle so our mouths fit together as he kissed me back.
“Can’t fuck with my pants on,” I said against his mouth and slapped his ass. Just to remind him who was actually in charge here.
“Bossy little fuck,” he said, so yeah, he got it. He straightened up again, his fingers going to the button of my fly, but not before they traced over my erection, which was pushing at the fabric of those dumbass khakis.
“Front left pocket,” I instructed him. “My left, not yours.”
Lee pulled out the condom packet. “You came prepared, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m a regular fucking boy scout, can’t you tell?”
He raised an eyebrow in disbelief and held the packet between his teeth while he undid his pants.
I reached out and shoved them down his hips, and holy shit.
Even through his underwear, I could tell that he was big all over, in the best possible way.
My ass clenched in anticipation while my brain tried to do the math on just how out of practice I was.
Not that I was gonna let the little flutter of nerves in my gut stop me.
Hell no. I wasn’t leaving here this afternoon until I was good and fucked.
I fully intended for Lee to spread me out over this counter and pound me until I couldn’t see straight.
I cupped his erection and his breath caught. “Suit up, big guy.”
Because he was taking too long, I unzipped my fly and lifted my ass off the table while I shoved my pants and underwear down.
I kicked them off one leg, leaving them hanging on the other.
Which looked dumb probably, but not as dumb as I would have looked totally fucking naked except for my socks and sneakers.
Although it wasn’t like Lee was gonna be staring at my shoes, right?
Not when he couldn’t take his eyes off my dick.
“What?” I asked, leaning back on one elbow and jerking myself slowly. For show, mostly, since I didn’t need to touch myself to get hard. I was already there.
His jaw dropped, the condom packet sticking to his lower lip like an old man’s cigarette paper. “Jesus Christ.”
His gaze locked onto where I was touching myself, and I felt the heat rising under my skin as he watched. He reached up and pulled the condom wrapper out of his mouth.
Fucking finally.
He didn’t put it on, though. He didn’t even take his underwear off. Instead he gripped my knees and slowly pushed them up toward my chest. Then he grinned at me like he was about to let me in on a secret and bent down and put his mouth on my dick.
I wasn’t expecting to get blown. Nobody had ever done that for me before.
But I suddenly got why other guys liked it so much when I did it for them, because holy shit, it was incredible—all wet heat and suction that made every nerve ending in my dick light up like it was on fire as Lee swallowed around my cock and I just about lost my mind.
It was instinct to thrust up into his mouth, but the asshole used his bulk to hold me down as he blew me, leaving me to squirm as I chased more.
I held onto the edge of the counter like I was afraid of falling off—launching into the stratosphere, more like—and tried my best not to embarrass myself by coming instantaneously.
His grip on my right knee slipped, so I kicked him. “Get your dick in me now.”
He straightened up, his mouth wet, and tore the condom wrapper open.
Then he finally got his pants down and his dick out and rolled the pre-lubed condom on.
His dick was as big as I’d thought. Hoped.
Like, not some monster from porn or anything.
Just, I was definitely gonna feel it, and I was down for that.
“You ready for it?” he asked, tracing a fingertip over my asshole. “Or you need me to open you up first?”
I imagined the stretch of those thick fingers sliding inside me and knew there was no way I’d last if he did that. Plus I liked to feel the burn.
“I’m ready. Hurry the fuck up.”
And holy shit, I did feel it. The first push of his dick inside me was right on the edge of too much.
Goose bumps broke out on my skin and my breath caught.
It took a hot second to realize it didn’t actually hurt and that it had just been so long since I’d done this that my body needed a moment to adjust.
Lee must have noticed the way I tensed up because he paused. “Okay?” he asked, his voice tight.
I nodded. “You’re not that big.”
Which might have been more believable if I hadn’t said it through gritted teeth.
Lee let out a breathless laugh that told me he knew I was lying and eased more of his dick inside, forcing a groan out of me. I breathed out low and slow, my back arching, and hooked my legs behind him.
“Okay?” he asked again.
I lifted my chin. “Is that all you’ve got?”
Lee put one hand beside my head, his biceps bulging, and thrust so hard I saw stars.
All that pounding dough or whatever the fuck he usually did back here had sure given him the strength to pound me too.
He didn’t hold back, setting a punishing pace, each thrust sending a jolt of electricity through me, because of course the asshole nailed my prostate every damn time.
I dug my fingers into his back hard enough to leave bruises and tried to pretend I wasn’t going to come any second now as pleasure coiled tight inside me.
And then Lee leaned down and bit my collarbone where he’d sucked up a mark before, and any intentions I’d had of lasting a non-embarrassing length of time just exploded right then and there, along with the rest of me.
It was hot and messy and loud. I yelled like he was murdering me, which, at that point, he pretty much was.
I flopped back onto the table, gasping for breath, and Lee finished quickly.
He pulled out, stripped the condom off, and jerked himself off over me.
Which was probably something I would have bitched about if my brain hadn’t been mush and if I’d been able to actually tear my eyes away from the sight of his hand moving fast over his dick like that.
Hot. As. Fuck.
But, you know, not like I was gonna tell him that.
As soon as I had the energy to move again, I sat up and slid gingerly off the table.
My knees held me up, thankfully, but they were a little shaky.
I didn’t look at Lee as I tugged my underwear and pants back on.
I grabbed some paper towels and wiped the jizz off my stomach, then picked my shirt up from the floor, shook flour out of it, and pulled it on as well.
“Okay,” I said. “See you tomorrow, I guess.”
He blinked at me, his pants still undone. “What?”
I gestured at the prep table and the smudged marks on the surface where my ass had been balanced. “Well, I’m not cleaning it up. See ya.”
And then I bolted before he could say anything else.
When I got home, Cash was burritoed in his favorite blanket in the living room armchair.
“Rough day?” I asked, dumping my backpack on the floor.
He nodded and didn’t say anything. I knew shit was bad when Cash didn't say anything even to me.
I squeezed into the chair beside him and waited.
He let out a slow breath. “Mr. McIntyre died last night. I liked him. He was sick for a while, though.”