Chapter 10
DEXTER
Dexter was exhausted. There had been no letup during the weekend.
He’d spent as much time as he could at the hospital.
To maximise the time, he’d gotten up early on Saturday and been back with a full food shop by eight o’clock.
He’d then gone on a cleaning blitz for three hours before heading to the hospital.
His mum was doing a lot better. It was the weekend, though, so none of the consultants were around to talk to about when she might be moved to a ward, and none of the weekend staff knew anything about it.
To ensure he didn’t lose his entire Sunday, he’d spent the morning doing meal prep for the week.
It wasn’t something he usually did, as he wasn’t a fitness person.
At least if he prepped his meals, he’d be less inclined to buy fast food.
After spending four hours with his mum, he was back home and lounging on the sofa, watching crap and happily scratching his balls, when his door buzzed.
Who the fuck is that?
He wasn’t expecting a delivery, and this was London; people didn’t randomly turn up unannounced. He considered ignoring it, but the door buzzed again. Pulling himself up, he went over to his intercom and looked at the video. He had to do a double-take. Was that his boss at the front door?
“Hello,” he said hesitantly.
“Dexter, it’s Simon. I’m sorry to turn up unannounced, but I need to speak to you.”
“Okay. I’m on the second floor.”
He pressed the button to unlock the door and watched Simon enter his building. Dexter looked down at himself, in his threadbare sweatpants and a faded T-shirt. Was there time to change? There was a knock at the door. How had he gotten up the stairs so quickly?
Dexter took a deep breath before opening the door. Simon was there, looking fucking edible in jeans and a shirt. Dexter had only ever seen him in a suit. Simon looked him up and down, making Dexter shiver at the appraisal.
“Come in,” he said, leaving the door open for Simon to follow him. “Can I get you a drink?”
He was startled when Simon’s arms wrapped around him from behind, and he started kissing his neck.
Before he could say anything, he’d been spun around, pushed against the wall, and his boss had his tongue down his throat.
God, Simon was a good kisser. His knee was between Dexter’s legs, pressing against his hardening cock.
Their tongues tangled, and it felt like Simon was trying to climb into his mouth, he was kissing him so deeply.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Dexter’s eyes widened.
“I’ve never wanted someone so badly as I want you right now.”
“Huh?” What the fuck was happening? He had to be dreaming.
“Can I fuck you, Dexter?”
Okay, he was definitely dreaming.
Simon smiled. “Where is your bedroom?”
Had his boss come round to his house on a Sunday night because he wanted to fuck him? That had to be more flattering than getting “exceeds expectations” on his performance review.
“Stop overthinking, Dexter, and take me to your bedroom.”
That was enough to snap him out of his thoughts. There was no way he was missing the opportunity to get fucked by this guy. He’d been thinking about it all week. An unhealthy amount of time if he was honest.
Dexter grabbed Simon by the hand and dragged him to his bedroom.
Thank fuck he’d tidied up. If Simon had been here on Friday, he probably would have walked straight back out.
Once they were in the bedroom, Dexter was suddenly nervous.
He wasn’t sure why. It’s not like he wasn’t experienced with sex.
“Why are you trembling?” asked Simon, concern in his voice. “Do you want to do this, Dexter?”
He nodded his head. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted this guy who walked around the office rocking a suit and looking like James Bond to fuck him into oblivion.
He just felt under pressure to live up to expectations.
Simon was older than he was, and the guy oozed experience and confidence.
There was no doubt in Dexter’s mind that extended to the bedroom.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” said Simon, kissing his neck again.
God, he was so good at that. The scratch of stubble against the sensitive skin was making his heart race.
Simon used his hand to grip Dexter’s neck.
It wasn’t hard, but it was commanding. He kissed Dexter gently before deepening the kiss again, keeping a gentle grip on his neck, and Dexter couldn’t help but thrust against Simon given how hard he was.
“Have you got supplies?” asked Simon. “I think we’re going to have to skip the foreplay the first time, or neither of us are going to last.”
The first time! He almost came in his pants right there. Could it be that this wouldn’t be a one-off? He needed to stop thinking and get on with the fucking before logic broke through and reminded one or both of them that this was a terrible idea.
Dexter reluctantly broke away from the kiss to grab a condom and lube from his bedside table, and to tell logic to do one until after he’d orgasmed.
Dexter tossed the supplies on the bed and turned around to find Simon Woods completely naked.
Every drop of moisture in his mouth evaporated at the vision standing in front of him.
The guy was ripped, with clipped hair covering his chest and abs.
His long cock was sticking out of a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair.
Even his leg hair looked well groomed. The guy was perfection, and he couldn’t stop staring at him.
Simon walked over and picked up the bottle of lube.
“Clothes off and get on your stomach.”
Dexter didn’t have to be asked twice, not giving a flying fuck that his body was nothing like Simon’s.
He didn’t want any further delay in getting that perfect dick inside him.
It had been a while since he’d bottomed, but he loved it, so it wouldn’t take long, and he suspected Simon wasn’t just a stick-it-in kinda guy.
Once he was naked, he went to lie down, but Simon stopped him.
“Let me look at you first,” he said, stepping back, his eyes roaming up and down Dexter’s body. “Turn around,” he said, his voice cracking.
Dexter turned around, trying not to feel self-conscious.
He felt Simon’s hand caress one of his arse cheeks before a wet finger stroked gently against his hole.
Simon pulled Dexter against his body. He could feel how hard his boss was.
Simon was at least eight and a half inches long, and although he wasn’t girthy like Dexter was, he knew his boss would be an expert at making him feel every inch of his length.
“I would love to spend hours eating this delicious arse of yours, but I need to fuck you before I explode,” said Simon, his voice deep and dripping with desire. “Lie down on the bed so I can prep you. I’m not going to go easy once I get inside you.”
Dexter shuddered at his words before getting on the bed on all fours.
“Lie flat. Let me prep you. Then I’m going to fuck you on your back. I want to see your face when I make you cum.”
“Jesus, you should write porn scripts.”
They both laughed. Dexter lay flat and felt Simon climb onto the bed behind him.
Every point they touched sent a pulse through his entire body.
He was so hard, and close to blowing, he had to focus on anything but the thought of Simon fucking him.
He didn’t want to cum before the big event, and when it happened, he wanted it to last as long as possible.
Simon kissed his neck again, causing his body to shudder. This guy’s mouth would be the death of him. Simon’s lubed finger pushed against his hole, gently at first, before slipping inside.
“You’re tight. How long has it been?”
“About a year. How about you?”
“I haven’t bottomed in over a decade.”
“Wow. Okay, we’ll be exploring that at some point.”
Simon chuckled. “We’ll see about that,” he said, pushing a second finger in. “Relax for me, baby. I’ll make it so good for you.”
Dexter didn’t doubt for a second that Simon would be as meticulous about bringing pleasure to his partner as he was about his work, but his use of “baby” was messing with his head.
Simon was his boss, and a stickler for the rules.
Once they’d fucked this chemistry out of their system, things would go back to normal.
He had to remember that and just focus on what this was – a hot fuck, and nothing more.
“I think you’re ready for me. What do you think?”
“Just get your dick in me.”
Simon laughed. “Such a romantic. Turn over for me.”
Dexter did as he was told. Simon suited himself up and slathered lube onto his cock before pushing Dexter’s legs back. His cockhead was soon nudging at Dexter’s entrance. Their eyes locked, and Dexter nodded. Simon pushed forward past the first ring of muscle.
“Fuck . . . give me a second,” said Dexter, focussing on his breathing.
Simon stroked his thighs gently, holding his cock in place, and once the initial sting had subsided, Dexter nodded at Simon to continue.
He pushed in a bit more, and Dexter kept taking deep breaths.
Simon had stopped again, his eyes never leaving Dexter’s own.
The care he was taking with him was overwhelming.
Most guys just shoved it in and started pounding.
To be fair, he’d done that himself a few times.
He nodded again, and Simon pushed in some more. He felt so full.
“Is that all of it?” he asked between deep breaths.
“About two-thirds,” he said with a smile.
“Are you serious? Fuck . . . okay, give me a second.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll be fine. I want it all.”
Simon smiled at him. It made the guy even hotter. It would be annoying if he didn’t have his full attention on him right now. Dexter felt like he was the only other person in the world.
“Okay, give me all of it.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded, and Simon didn’t hesitate to push forward and fully bottom out.