Chapter 10 #2
“Oh, fuck. How long is that thing? Fucking hell. I feel like it’s touching the back of my throat.”
Simon burst out laughing. “I can’t remember ever laughing like this during sex.”
“Same, but enough laughing. Show me what you’ve got, Mr Woods.”
Simon grinned at him, but there was something devilish in it.
He pulled almost all the way out and slid back in slowly, like he was testing things.
It felt incredible. Simon did it again, but this time it felt like the angle had changed.
The feeling of that long cock sliding in and out of him was making his balls tighten already.
Dexter gripped the base of his cock to stop it exploding, whilst Simon slid into him slowly again.
This time his entire body jerked with pleasure.
“There it is,” he smiled. “Hold on, Dexter.”
Before he could speak, Simon slammed into him hard, thrusting right against his prostate.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Oh, don’t stop . . . right there . . . fuck me harder.”
Simon obliged his request, showing no mercy as he fucked him. The angle was perfect, and his body pulsed with pleasure as Simon took him apart. He leaned forward to kiss Dexter, not losing the angle. Their kisses were frantic and heated, Simon’s tongue delving into his mouth as he kept up the pace.
“I’m so . . . so . . . fuck . . . I need to cum,” moaned Dexter.
“Cum for me, baby. Grab your cock and let go.”
Simon kissed him again before pulling back, his eyes on Dexter’s cock as he continued to fuck into him.
Dexter gripped his cock, and it only took two strokes before he saw stars and cried out his release.
He felt Simon thrust into him a few more times before he followed him over, groaning out a string of expletives.
Dexter felt Simon’s cock pulse inside him and wondered for a second what it would feel like to go bare.
Something he’d only ever done with one of his exes, and never with a guy.
Dexter opened his eyes and saw Simon close to him, smiling.
Then he kissed Dexter, his cock still inside him.
He could stay like this forever. That was definitely in the top three fucks of his life, possibly even the best ever, but he was still high on endorphins and would need to do the full evaluation when he’d had a chance to get his breath back.
He snorted at where his thoughts had gone.
“What’s funny?” asked Simon.
“Intrusive thoughts.”
“Care to share?”
“I was thinking about your score.”
Simon laughed. He needed to do it more often. It looked good on him.
“What are the results?”
“I’m going to need more data.”
“I’m sure I can help you with your research,” he said before kissing him again.
They’d shared mutual blow jobs in the shower. Simon was just as talented with his mouth as he was with his cock. Then Dexter made them both a cup of tea, which felt terribly British of them, but it was Sunday night and neither of them wanted a drink.
“How’s your mum doing?” asked Simon,
“Still in intensive care, but getting better each day.”
“Good.”
“So . . .”
“Yes?”
“Did you just come over to fuck me, or was there another reason?”
Simon hesitated for a second before smiling. “Sorry, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I had to know that it wasn’t just me who was feeling it. And we do need to talk, but we can’t talk properly in the office.”
“We didn’t do much talking – well, not really. I never would have imagined you had such a filthy mouth.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“Oh, there are no complaints from me. That was just what I needed to blow a few cobwebs away.”
“You said it had been a year?”
“With a guy, but I had a girlfriend for a few months. We broke up last year.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever knowingly been with a bi guy.”
“And you still haven’t. I’m pan.”
“Definitely not done that.”
“Pleased to be your first.”
They both smiled at each other. Why did it suddenly feel awkward? Did Simon want to stay the night? Did Dexter want him to? He wouldn’t mind getting a fucking like that again, although he was sore, so probably not tonight.
“So, what happens now?” asked Dexter.
Simon’s eyes widened slightly, and he took a sip of his tea, probably to give himself a moment to think of his answer.
“You don’t need to freak out, Simon. With everything I’ve got going on with my mum right now, the last thing I want is anything serious. I just think it would be a waste not to do this again, because that was some excellent fucking if I do say so myself.”
Simon smiled at him. “Agreed, and there’s so much more I want to do to you when I have more time.”
Dexter felt his dick twitch, liking the sound of Simon doing whatever he wanted to his body.
“I’m not long out of my divorce, so it’s not a good time for me either, and with the work thing, it complicates matters. If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it to yourself?”
“Of course.”
“I had my probation extended and was told I’d get sacked if anyone else left the team or if Jason takes us to court.”
“What the fuck! Oh, shit. Simon, I’m sorry. I never wanted you to lose your job. It was just that I missed my friends, and I needed a higher salary, and well . . . I thought you were a dick.”
Simon chuckled, then frowned. “Why do you need a higher salary? Do you think you’re underpaid? Because we can look at that.”
“No, for the job I’m doing, I’m well paid. But my mum has a lot of debt, and I want to clear it for her. I have little disposable income left after this place, my bills, and hers, but I want to get her debt paid off quicker.”
“Have you paid her debts before? And tell me to piss off if I’m overstepping.”
“No, it’s fine. Yes, I have, and she just racks them up again. I can’t help wanting to pay it off for her, though.”
“How much do you need?”
“Twenty grand.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“And the new job paid that?”
“It was another thirty, but that would give me fifteen clear after tax, and the bonus was fifty per cent instead of thirty, so in a year or two I would have been clear.”
“How about if I give you the money and you stick around until the end of the year?”
“What? No, Simon, I don’t want your money. For fuck’s sake. Don’t ruin this . . . whatever this is, by saying shit like that.”
It was the first time Dexter had ever seen Simon look embarrassed.
“Sorry, Dexter. I just wanted to help.”
“If you want me to stick around, just ask me and tell me how brilliant I am at my job.”
“You are brilliant at your job. You know that. I don’t need to tell you.”
“Well, I’m a slut for compliments, so keep them coming.”
“Would you take a loan?”
“Simon!”
“Sorry, I won’t say it again. I just like to fix things. I can’t help myself, especially if it’s someone I care about who genuinely needs help.”
“You care about me?”
“Does that freak you out?”
“No. I just didn’t expect you to say that. Look, I’ll tell you something, but this is between us, okay?”
“Of course.”
“Jason won’t go to court. He just wants to be done with the place, especially as you paid out his notice and bonus. He just wants to make you sweat a bit.”
“Thank you for telling me. I know it’s difficult given what your friends think of me.”
“Well, they don’t know you like I do.”
“I should hope not!”
They both laughed, which broke the tension in their conversation.
The offer from Simon touched Dexter, but the last thing he wanted to do was complicate whatever this was by bringing money into it.
Dexter had never borrowed money in his life after seeing what it had done to his mother, and he would not start now.
“Can I make you another offer?” asked Simon.
“Depends on what it is.”
“How about we keep having fun, but exclusively? We’ll just keep things casual and see what happens to this chemistry between us, because I want more of this.” He gestured between them with his hand.
“I think I could agree to that proposal, on one condition.”
Dexter grinned at him, causing Simon to laugh.
“I’m not bottoming if that’s what you’re gonna ask for.”
“Fine.” He pouted.
Although he’d love to give Simon a hard fucking, after the way he’d just been dicked down, he was happy to be the pillow princess for as long as he could get it. He only hoped his heart remembered that this was just casual, and that’s all it ever would be.