Chapter Twelve
“Thank you,” Alec said with a smile, grabbing his laptop bag and the coffee I made him from the table. “I’m late. I’ll have to join my meeting from the car as it is.”
“Too late to give me a kiss?”
Alec rolled his eyes, smiled again, then leaned across the table to peck me on the lips. “Bye. See you later.”
“Later.”
“Don’t forget to finish the DySoSan proposal. I want to review it this afternoon,” he called from the door.
“Yes, sir!” I called back.
Calling him sir inside the bedroom got a firm kiss, devious grin, or hearty “Good boy.” Outside, an annoyed eye roll or chuckle.
He paused before leaving, then turned around. “You know what…”
“What?” I said as his face turned wicked.
“Nothing.” His grin got wider. “Don’t be late, Blackwood,” he said and walked out the door.
I hoped we’d fuck. We didn’t the day before, and it was early, even if he said he was late. I was only out of bed because I woke up with a throbbing hard-on while he was in the shower. With that smirk, then calling me Blackwood, I thought it was a sure thing. But he left me blue-balled.
After living together for two months, those early fears had largely been assuaged.
We weren’t dating in secret. We were just a little couple-like, which worked.
It was foolish to think he might’ve seen it as anything more.
What, with him being so recently out of a marriage, and me never wanting to be in one.
I focused on work and sex. Nothing needed to be said when everything was so good. Because, for as many couple-like things we did, there were a million more straight-up fuck buddy things—like sneaking around.
Showing up to work with a sore ass after taking his morning wood was thrilling—and what I wanted to do that morning.
That no one had any idea, and how well we pulled it off, was hot as fuck.
There were no secret touches or lingering glances.
No whispered words passed in the hallway.
We behaved very well in front of our colleagues. But in private?
Sometimes, in one-on-one meetings where we knew no one could hear us, Alec would speak to me like we were in a hotel.
Using only Blackwood, giving me little smirks, calling me a good boy when I’d do something he liked.
It rarely slipped into overt sexual territory, but the undertones and his attitude never failed to get me hard.
That’s not to say we never let our behavior in the office fall into fireable territory. Alec Whitaker had become a kinky little freak since taking up man-sex. Or maybe he always was, and having sex with his live-in Jr. Rep. brought out unknown parts of him. By that, I mean we fucked at the office.
The first time was forgettable. It was late, and we were late—everyone else had left for happy hour.
Alec wanted to go over some stuff, but kept pushing it off.
Then once we were alone, he stood up and said, “Follow me, Blackwood,” in the tone that made me hard, and fucked me in the men’s room.
It was hot and dirty, but as far as physical sex went, just meh.
We did that again a few times, and blew each other in the tiny storeroom before anyone else got in a few mornings, too.
The main attraction was the risk and thrill.
But two big guys trying to get each other off in cramped spaces was uncomfortable, and we stopped doing it. Hot fantasy to jerk off to, though.
I refrained from jerking off that morning. Alec was right, it was getting late. And if I knew him, he’d rail me to nirvana when he got home since we didn’t get a chance to the day before.
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My blue balls had annoyed me all morning. Or maybe it was Alec avoiding me. Either way, I was irritable.
Alec had placed a meeting on my calendar called “DySoSan Proposal,” which wasn’t weird, but designating a location was.
The sales team had breakout rooms and a conference room in our area.
We rarely booked in other parts of the building for internal meetings, and never for one-on-ones.
We’d chat at one of our desks if the rooms were full.
The day’s work took me, and I had forgotten about it until the five-minute alarm pinged my screen.
The conference room's name and number were unfamiliar. I’d only been at FinCrest for less than a year and didn’t know where I was going.
Alec was M.I.A. for hours, and I was about to ask our department admin if she could help locate it when something told me not to.
Alec didn’t want anyone to know where we were.
I found it fifteen minutes after the official start time—unacceptable for a half-hour meeting.
It was an old-format conference room on an empty floor, which was about to be renovated.
The employees were working from home until the renovation was complete.
Our floor wasn’t slated to begin for months.
“What the fuck, Alec?” I said with an annoyed laugh.
He put his hand on my back and ushered me into the room, peeking out the door before closing and locking it.
The new-format conference rooms were clear glass until the door was closed, making it opaque.
This room only had windows to the outside, heavy curtains blocking the sun, and the smell of a little used library.
An old flat-screen monitor hung on one wall where its outdated connection cords dangled like a dying octopus.
“You’re late, Blackwood.”
“Is there a reason you had me walk up and down every goddamn floor in this building looking for this room?” I asked. He scanned my face, landing on my lips.
“You’re so fucking hot. Jesus,” Alec said, ignoring me.
I chucked, amused but getting frustrated. “Alec!”
He smirked, dug in his pocket, and handed me a condom. I stared at it, then his smirking face, and back to the golden wrapper.
“Put it on,” he said, to my utter confusion.
We’d never used condoms. Not the first time, not two nights before. I loved feeling him empty his balls into my body. Once the confusion cleared, and his calculated risk became more apparent—fucking in this abandoned conference room—I couldn’t help but feel a little offended.
“You want me to fuck you? With a condom? You’ve never used one with me. Ever.”
I had gotten off to the idea of fucking Alec well before he ever fucked me.
Once he did, I just couldn’t imagine us having sex without him inside me.
I craved the sensations more than I did having my dick played with.
To suggest flipping roles, using a condom, during the workday, in our office felt…
off. And yeah, more than a little offensive.
Alec laughed, then hushed himself. “No. Just do as I tell you. But be quick. Let’s aim to be one load lighter each in fifteen minutes, okay?”
The slight chuckle in his voice and his commanding tone made me weak. I wasted no more time saying, “Yes, sir,” as I began to undo and pull down my pants. “But what about the DySoSan proposal?”
“Already handled, Blackwood. I finished it as soon as I got in this morning.”
I turned around, happy and grateful. “Really?”
Alec had pushed his jeans past his butt cheeks, letting his mighty cock stand proud. He was pouring a packet of lube on himself while I rolled the condom on my now-aching dick. We looked at each other, and he motioned me to turn around.
“Yes, really,” he said with a smile. “C’mon. We gotta be quick.”
I could see how fast his heart was racing in his eyes. He was nervous and so keyed up that it reminded me of those first times we messed around, and I was all for it. But knowing he had it planned since he left my place that morning made it so much better. Devious little fuck.
“Yes, sir,” I said as I bent over the conference table.
I braced myself on my elbows, spread my legs, and wagged my ass at him. We made eye contact over my shoulder, and he mouthed, “fuck,” as he took in the sight.
“Fuck me,” I whined.
“Beg for it. Beg for this fat cock up your tight ass.”
“Please fuck me, sir. Please. I need it.”
“Good boy.”
The next sounds to fill the room were the low groans of one man entering another. Both opposite sides of the same pleasure. He didn’t ram it in, but his balls reached my taint in a swift single motion, elongating my moan, and heightening his pleasure.
Alec’s hands trembled as he took hold of my hips, the only betrayal of his nerves. He fucked me with quick, steady thrusts meant to get us there in a time crunch. Fast enough to be a pounding, but without the force.
My forehead hit the table with a thud once he started. It had only been two months, but I loved letting Alec fuck me more than anything I’d ever done with my cock.
“Fuck that ass. You own it. It’s yours,” I whimpered.
“Fuck yeah, I do, Blackwood.” He smacked my ass, hard. “All fucking mine.” He grabbed my cheek, then smacked it again.
One advantage of submitting to him was not having to deal with the brunt of some things.
Like deciding to fuck at the office in the middle of the day.
I knew whatever happened, he would protect me, and he bore that weight like the goddamn alpha he was.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared to death of being caught.
“Fuuuuck, Blackwood. This is fucking crazy. I’m not gonna last much longer,” he said.
“Then don’t. Fuck me hard and fill me up.”
Alec grunted, dug his fingers into me, and fucked his way towards release.
There was something so hot about what we were doing.
The danger was only part of it. That we were in our work clothes, fucking in a conference room, was hot on its own.
When we went back to our desks, we’d be in a post-sex glow that no one would know about.
It was fucking sexy, and I stroked myself.
“No. That’s my job,” he said, lifting me to stand straight against his body and knocking my hand away from my latex-covered cock.
As his fucking continued, I figured the condom was meant for easy cleanup. His would end up in me as usual, but mine would splatter on the table and floor. Or worse, my pants. Covering my cock meant there was no need to wipe cum off anything or anyone.
Alec turned my face to make out with him while his pace picked up. Both in my ass and on my cock. That angle hit all the delightful spots inside. Thinking about how crumpled our clothes would be after made it better.
“You’re gonna get me off,” I said, my face smoothed between his hand and lips.
“Me too. Let’s come together.”
“Fuck yeah. Breed my ass in the office, sir…”
“Gonna load you up for the rest of the day, Blackwood!”
“Oh fuck, Alec! I’m coming!”
“AAGH,” Alec groaned as he brought both of us to orgasm.
I couldn’t feel his pulses inside me since I was having my own. Hearing his grunting in my ear as I filled in the condom ensured that any lingering annoyance with him melted to nothing.
He held me tight, and I felt him flex his cock inside a few times. “Fuck. That was good,” he said, loosening his grip.
“I assume you weren’t kidding, and want me to keep your load in me till we get home?”
“You know me so well, Blackwood.” He smirked. “Almost. C’mere.”
Alec took hold of my deflating cock and removed the condom, ensuring no semen spilled anywhere it wasn’t meant.
“What was with that, anyway? Just to keep tidy? Leave no evidence?”
“Not exactly,” he said, turning me back to the table and gently bending me over again.
“What are you—”
“Shhh.”
I felt his finger poking into my freshly fucked hole, and turned around to see what the hell he was doing. It wasn’t just his finger. Alec was shoving the open end of the condom into my ass.
“What the fuck are you—”
“Shhh,” he said with the evilest face I’d ever seen.
Then I felt it. He squeezed the condom, and my own cum squirted up into me. It was colder than what shot out of his cock, but much sexier, too. Really fucking kinky, kind of fucked up, weird as shit, but hot as fucking hell.
“Oh fuck, Alec.”
He chuckled and looked at me. “Not just mine. Both our loads for the rest of the day. At least it’s after lunch.” His grin grew wider and more devious, and I wished he could fuck a third load into me.
“That’s fucking hot, man.”
“I know,” he said with a goddamn giggle as he finished up. “I’ll put another one in you when I get home. So long as I can wait that long, 'cause, uh…” he looked down at the returning erection in his pants.
I thought he had a cum fetish, but that just confirmed it. Be it eating each other’s, breeding me, feeding me my own—or breeding me with it—Alec found new ways to make sex, and the male sexual fluid, fun and hot.
It was hot but annoying as hell. My ass was wet for two hours, and I got sick of it about halfway through. But then I’d get a text from him saying something like, “You’re full of both our sperms,” or, “How’s my cum-filled, good boy doing?” and it stopped bothering me.
He made my favorite that night—pepperoni pizza casserole—but not before fulfilling his promise and fucking a third load into me as soon as he walked in the door. Without a word, he grabbed my face and kissed me. I smiled as his tongue forced its way inside.
I loved his weird sex games. It didn’t matter if things sometimes felt a little too settled. Or if we behaved a little too couple-like at my place. He was such a good roommate and cuddle partner. I never wanted anything to change.