Chapter 7 #3
It had been a while since I’d touched another person like this, and longer since I’d touched another man.
The first time I’d touched another man after I had met and married Charlene, I had been awkward and unsure, despite the fact that men’s bodies were less of a mystery.
Hell, even my first time with a man, in my early twenties and later than my first time with a woman, I had been bolder and more comfortable.
That was how I felt now as I gripped him with one hand and sucked him off with my mouth. I could feel his thighs flex under my other hand as I tasted another small splash on my tongue. His hand pushed through my hair, and I felt the encouragement as he gripped me.
“That feels…amazing,” he said in a breathless voice. “I’d be noisier if it weren’t for the fact that I left your office door open.”
That should have been enough to put brakes on, the idea that any of his staff or any of the evening staff who had access to this part of the building could come into my office without so much as a door in their way, and see what we were doing.
It wasn’t like I was his boss or he mine, and we weren’t violating any laws or rules.
That didn’t mean I wanted someone to walk in and see us, not when I was only now giving in and letting myself enjoy the moment, even if I didn’t know where it would leave us when it was over.
It didn’t stop me though; I felt a flash of wariness before my mouth slid down even further, pushing the head of his cock into my throat, and I heard him groan softly.
That was all it took to kill any wariness inside me, and alarm never had a chance to surface.
All that mattered was the feel of him in my mouth and throat as I sucked him down, loving the sound of him, the taste of him.
“I don’t know how you feel about swallowing,” he said softly. “But you’re going to have to decide in like…ten seconds, Jesus.”
Swallowing had been strange the first few times I’d dared to attempt it, but I’d grown used to it, and even liked it depending on who I was with. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy it with Reggie, so I never relented. I never changed what I was doing as I continued bobbing.
His thighs grew closer until they were pressing against my face, Reggie leaning back, bracing against the desk as he groaned heavily.
I felt him throb and his hand was back in my hair, gripping tightly as he let out a harsh, strangled noise.
That was all I knew before his cock gave another, far heavier twitch as warmth splattered into my mouth and the taste of him followed.
For a moment, I forgot his ‘warning’ about the open door as I groaned, pushing my mouth down as far as I could without risking losing the drinks I had sipped for the past couple of hours.
His legs trembled until I finally gave him mercy and pulled off, my hands already at my pants and yanking at the belt to loosen it.
Reggie’s eyes widened, and he surprised me by hopping off the desk, softening dick swinging wildly, as he dropped between my legs.
It was a complete role reversal as he opened my pants, smirked at the colorful boxer briefs before peeling back the band of my underwear.
He hesitated, and for a moment, a panicky one, I was afraid he had changed his mind, with the clarity that came after an orgasm.
If that was the case, then he shook it off in no time as he finally pulled my underwear down enough to put his hand in.
I watched his eyes widen as his fingers closed around the shaft and slid forward until he found the head.
His head cocked slightly, and the look on his face turned into a smirk as he finally drew me out of my pants and brought my dick to his face, looking before taking it to his mouth.
I swore under my breath as warmth closed over me, and I felt the tingling anticipation of pleasure ripple through me as his hand pumped from the base to the middle of my shaft.
His mouth met his hand in the middle and slid down further, now taking me into his throat.
There was no way I was going to last, but I couldn’t help that, not when I was wired so tightly, not when I still had the taste of him in my mouth and now I was watching him take me into his throat like I belonged there.
A special helplessness took over me as I leaned back in my chair and let him do whatever he wanted with me.
It turned out that what he wanted was to get me as deep into his throat as he could, and he was taking quite a lot.
My breath was coming in short bursts as I stared down, unable to take my eyes off him as his lips stretched over me and almost reached the base before he pulled back, going back to stroking me from the base as his mouth slid back up to the head and then down again.
My heart was going to beat right out of my chest, but I could already feel that my dick was going to beat it to the punch.
My fingers flexed against the fabric of my pants, and I held on tight as I felt the coiling in my groin grow tighter and tighter.
I didn’t think he was really going to care about swallowing, but I grunted a warning all the same.
It was the best I could manage, but then the tricky bastard had to groan when he heard me.
There was nothing left of my self-control, and my hips bucked as I groaned heavily, forcing one of my hands against my mouth to muffle the noise before it leaked out and could be heard by someone in the hallway.
Reggie’s mouth slid down over me even more, and I let out a less than manly whimper as I watched him swallow, drinking me down as I unloaded into his throat.
“Oh…” I breathed as my orgasm drained away the last of my strength, and I was left to slump in my chair, staring up at the ceiling as alternating waves of worry and contentment washed through me.
That might have been one of the worse ideas I’d ever had in my life, or it might have been one of the better ones, it was hard to tell with the fogginess in my brain that probably only had a little to do with the alcohol I had consumed.
And the rest? Well, the rest was definitely because of the man who was still kneeling before me as he wiped his mouth of spit and maybe even a little of me as well.
“So…that was something,” he said, grabbing the edge of the desk and pulling himself up with a groan.
“And I mean that in the nicest way possible. I’m really glad you didn’t take your time because while I might be spry, thirty-seven is too old to be kneeling on your office carpet for long periods of time. ”
I didn’t know if it was appropriate, but I couldn’t help but laugh as I reached out and let him use my arm to haul himself up. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re probably going to be okay. Your knees didn’t even crack when you got up.”
“Ha, I guess I still have some mileage left on these bad boys,” he said, patting his knees before tucking himself away.
It was admittedly not as much of a distraction as it would have been one orgasm ago, but my eyes lingered on his dick before it disappeared.
I wondered what it would feel like in my hands another time, with me deep inside him, or you know… him inside me.
It was also a reminder that I had everything hanging out, and I tucked myself away hastily as well, needing to stand up to put my pants back to rights.
As I did so, Reggie drifted away from me and sat down, not in the chair so the desk was between us but at the edge of the desk, his eyes still on me.
“So,” he began, as he kicked his feet lightly. “Are we going to pretend that didn’t happen just like we pretended you didn’t see me jerking off?”
“We pretended for over a week,” I said dryly as I took my seat and considered another drink before shrugging it off.
I’d probably had too much as it was, although I felt perfectly lucid.
That could be a warning for someone like me who wasn’t a stranger when it came to alcohol; confidence in your own sobriety could be a warning that you were not nearly as sober as you thought. “And look how well that turned out.”
“Good point,” he said with a smile. “If we tried to pretend this didn’t happen, we might end up with you fucking me instead of actually talking it out.”
“Or you fucking me,” I muttered and then snorted when his eyes widened. “I’m sorry, did you assume I wouldn’t be up for being on the receiving end?”
“Well, I…didn’t want to assume,” he said slowly.
I rolled my eyes. “And instead, you assumed anyway.”
“Maybe,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “Either way, huh?”
“Yes,” I said with a grunt, reaching up to adjust my tie because I knew that thing was crooked, it usually was and that was after a normal day, let alone when sharing mutual head with a long-time friend and business partner.
“Ah, now there is where common sense and logic reassert themselves, unlike minutes ago.”
“Post nut clarity,” he said in a singsong voice that, while not surprising, seemed out of place considering the circumstances. Then again, if Reggie kept things on brand and stuck to the theme, he wouldn’t be the man I’d known for years.
“Please do not turn that into a song you can torment me with,” I said with a weary sigh. “I think we have enough on our plates without your attempts at musical styling.”
“Just because you nut in my mouth doesn’t mean you get to go back to being rude to me,” he said and then scratched the back of his head. “Though I guess that was a choice I made, wasn’t it?”
“You didn’t have to swallow,” I pointed out.
“True,” he said, and smiled. “You really weren’t kidding about having been with a guy before.”
“What gave it away? The fact that I don’t lie to you?”