Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
HARRISON
A aron slid his hands into my hair, like he was about to pull me in for a kiss, but I gripped his wrists and pushed them away, pinning them to the mattress.
“No kissing,” I snarled. “Get your pants off and get on your knees.”
Aaron let out a filthy groan, his eyes darkening. The boss liked to take orders, and fuck I liked giving them. A lot more than I should have. But I was so furious with Aaron, I didn’t know where to begin.
Good enough for a fuck, but not friendship? Arrogant bastard.
“And hurry up before I change my mind,” I bit out.
“No.” He smirked. “You want this as badly as I do.”
His smug comment snapped my control. I lunged for him, the two of us grappling, the echo of our grunts filling the air. Shirts were ripped off; pants thrown aside. He slid his hands under the straps of my jock, tugging it down with a vicious yank, and I did the same with his briefs until there was nothing but hot, naked skin between us.
Aaron pushed me off, flipped over to his stomach, and offered up his tight ass. Long and lean, his arms and legs were covered in the perfect amount of dark hair. But it was that taut ass that had my undivided attention. Who knew that my boss had such a delectable body under those staid suits?
“Are you going to stare at my ass all night or fuck it?” he demanded as he glared at me over his shoulder.
I responded to his cutting remark by swatting said ass. Goosebumps popped up all over Aaron’s skin. My dick grew painfully hard at the sight of my mark on his skin. It was more satisfying than I’d ever admit.
“I won’t do anything if you keep talking,” I hissed and roughly cupped his ass cheeks in my hands. “Talking’s for friends. Not screwing.”
“No dirty talk? I’m so disappointed.”
I pulled his cheeks apart and spat on his tight little hole, using my thumb to tease the rim. Aaron let out a loud, lusty moan and spread his knees wider.
“I can tell,” I quipped.
He shuddered in response, dropping his head to his forearms. My cock jerked hard and heavy against my belly, and precum leaked furiously. Anticipation flooded my veins, burning so hot that I thought the sheets would ignite underneath us. I was going to wreck Aaron’s ass and leave him wanting more. But after this, there would be no more. No more kissing or touching or anything else.
But for now…
I leaned down and shoved my face into his tempting ass, sliding my tongue over his taint and hole. The move was unexpected; for me, for him too, judging by the way his body jolted. Rimming wasn’t something I did with every hookup, but I needed it now. It was pure ego on my part because I wanted him desperate, begging me for it. His musky taste was better than I imagined, distracting, highly addictive. And when Aaron groaned loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear, it filled me with a rush that was unlike anything else.
I pushed one fingertip into his spit-slicked hole, but he was tight. Too tight. We needed lube and we needed it now.
“Wait,” I urged as I pulled away from him.
“The fuck?” he growled.
“Lube,” I snapped, all but running across the room to ransack my suitcase.
By the time I located the tube, Aaron had his dick in hand and was jerking off frantically.
“It looks like I’m not required to attend this meeting after all,” I snarked.
He turned to scowl at me, but his hand never lost rhythm.
“Get over here and finish what you started,” he bit out.
I stalked over to the bed and got behind him again. When I flicked open the cap on the lube, Aaron’s arm began to move faster.
“Slow it down,” I snapped.
“No.”
Goddamn it. I quickly poured lube on my hand and then slid a slick finger up his crease.
“You’re suck a dick,” I growled.
“There’s a lot of talk about dick, and not enough actual dick. Hurry the fuck up.”
“Control freak,” I grumbled as I fingered his ass.
One lubed finger slid in all the way.
“Yes!” he groaned, and the raspy sound hit me right in the balls.
When I added a second finger, stretching him good, Aaron rocked his hips, pushing back, fucking himself. He was so needy for it, and it made my balls throb even harder.
“Fuck yes,” he panted. “More, Harry, more.”
I leaned over his body, my chest to his back.
“You’re a greedy bastard,” I whispered in his ear.
“For someone who didn’t want to talk, you’re doing an awful lot of it,” he hissed.
His smart-ass response stoked my fire. I added a third finger, until I was sure he could take my cock. When I withdrew my fingers, Aaron let out a whine of protest. I slicked up my dick and notched the head to his lubed hole.
Then it hit me.
“Shit. Condom,” I croaked.
“Don’t need it,” Aaron barked. “I’m on PreP, and my last test was good. No one since.”
“Same.”
I tried to remember my last hookup but with all the blood in my cock and not my brain, it was nearly impossible.
“Are you going to shove your dick in my ass or what?” he taunted.
“You motherfucking?—”
Aaron suddenly reared up, knocking me off balance, and I fell back on my ass. He straddled my waist, gripping the base of my dick in his hand and lowering himself over me, reverse cowboy style. Holy hell, I was not prepared for that. Or for the sight of my cock filling up his tight ass. This CEO knew what he wanted, and he went for it.
“Fuck, yes,” Aaron moaned and lowered himself on my dick, one teasing inch at a time, until he was fully seated on my lap.
He really was greedy for it. And he wasn’t the only one. His ass strangled my dick so good that the pleasure was overwhelming. I grabbed hold of his hips and punched my own, fucking up into him. Aaron took control again, riding me, setting a frantic pace. It was going to be over too soon.
I sat up, sliding my arms around his chest, my fingertips trailing over his hairy pecs, then his hard nipples.
“Don’t.” He shivered as I pinched one nipple, then the other. “Need that.”
I shifted, pulling my knees up under me, until I was sitting on my heels. Now I had leverage and could fuck into him deeper.
“I know what you need,” I whispered as I clutched him tighter, thrusting my hips, rutting into him.
Aaron shuddered, grabbing hold of my arms. When he turned his face, I lost control and took his lips in a mauling kiss, unable to help myself. I tasted his desperation and swallowed his sexy groan. Or, maybe it was my own? I was so revved up, I didn’t know anymore.
“I guess kissing isn’t friendly either?” Aaron teased.
“Sex brings out your smart-ass,” I returned and nipped his lower lip.
“Speaking of ass.”
He swiveled his hips, gyrating, grinding down on me. With one hand on his hip and the other wrapped around his cock, I didn’t let up, stroking him off as I fucked into him. He writhed and moaned and the sight and sound of Aaron coming apart drove me feral. My lips trailed down his jaw until I reached the base of his neck, biting him, sucking the skin until I left a mark.
I wanted Aaron to come and come hard. For me. For the guy he couldn’t stand. The one he hated.
Hate never tasted so good.
“Asshole,” Aaron whimpered. “If someone sees that?—”
I chuckled at the thought of him trying to explain the hickey to Ollie, then realized I shouldn’t be laughing at all. Nothing about what was happening here, in this bed, between us, was funny. It was downright stupid. Stupid, but too amazing to stop. I rutted into him at a punishing pace, nailing his ass with a ferocity that shocked even me. Holy shit, I was fucking my boss, and about to fill him up with my cum. It was the hottest sex I’d had in…ever?
Aaron reached back, gripping my neck with one hand and my ass with the other, pulling me in as tight as our bodies could get.
“Harry,” he groaned my name, and I liked it too damn much. I pumped my hips frantically, fucking him faster, harder. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
“You want my cum? Say it.”
“Yes! Give it to me.”
Aaron’s body was mine. Mine to use. Mine to wreck. The smell of precum, the salty taste of his sweat, the sound of slapping skin and husky moans, it was suddenly all too much. My balls pulled up tight against Aaron’s ass as I tried desperately to hold off my climax.
“Taking my dick so good,” I grunted, and looked down, watching his cock slide in and out of my fist. “Taking it all.”
“Yes!” Aaron shouted as his body locked up tight. He jolted and suddenly unleashed creamy ropes of cum all over my hand, and his abs. “Harry!”
When he cried out my name, the last of my control snapped. I came hard, fucking into him in a frenzy, the orgasm slamming into me so fast, so intense, that my vision blurred, and my lungs seized. Pretty sure I’d left bruises on his hips given the fierce grip I had on him. Never mind that, or the mark on his neck, he was going to have trouble walking tomorrow, and everyone would know why. Given the soreness in my hips, I’d probably be joining him.
I don’t know how long we stayed clutched tight to each other, but neither of us let go for a long while. Which was not my usual. We stayed locked together, Aaron sitting on my lap, until our gasps for air turned to slow, steady breaths, and our bodies cooled. When my cock softened, I slowly pulled out. Aaron tumbled forward on the bed, face first, not a word spoken. Had I been too rough? He didn’t even look at me. And why did I care? I never did with other lovers.
“Roll over,” I commanded.
“What?” Aaron’s voice was barely a whisper.
“Do it.”
I knew the second he moved that I’d made a critical mistake.
The full-frontal view of his body was just as delicious as the back, but that’s not what had my attention. It was Aaron’s eyes and the hungry spark that flashed between us. Whatever this was, it was not a simple hookup.
Like screwing your boss could ever be simple.