1 LARRY
This is the day that just will not end. Taylor’s a very busy man, and I can’t help but feel that maybe Kyle was going easy on me when I started working here, because Taylor is cracking the whip like you wouldn’t believe. He left a couple of hours ago because he had a dinner meeting, but I’ve been here finishing off the minutes, tidying up, and making sure everything is in place for tomorrow’s meetings.
Every time I get to the end of one task or other something else pops up, either an email from another department or something I started earlier and just didn’t have a chance to get through. Honestly, I feel like I’m losing my mind over here.
I’d be feeling hard done by if Peter wasn’t also being run absolutely ragged by Kyle. It’s a system that’s been working for a few months now. I’m having less contact time with Kyle at work, which means the exec aren’t so bothered about us being together, and I still get to work with Peter. We found a solution, and all it took was a little bit of communication.
I blush at the thought. That’s something the two of us have had to get better at since we started getting more serious. It was not talking to one another that meant we fell apart the first time around, and there’s no way I’m going to take that risk now. Not again. We’ve come too far.
At some point, Peter calls it a night, telling me that I shouldn’t stay too much longer or I’ll be useless tomorrow. I promise him I’ll be gone within the hour, and I set up camp at my desk.
“You okay?”
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, but I’ve been in silence for long enough that the appearance of Kyle at his office door is enough to startle me.
“Jesus, knock first.”
“The office is open plan,” he says. “You were staring pretty intently, and I’ve been here for a few minutes. I thought you’d notice me.”
I look over at him, my eyes going a little bit gooey at the sight of him. “Well, obviously I noticed you. How can I not notice you?”
“Charmer.” He nods to the desk in front of me. “How are you getting on? You’re not going to be here much longer, are you? I’m starving.”
“Me too,” I reply. “I thought you might have gone by now.”
“I’d have messaged.”
“Because we’re better at communicating now?”
“Well, yes,” he replies. “That, and the fact I’d probably want to try and see you tonight because I quite like you.”
“You do?” I tease. “You’ve not made that clear. Maybe you need to put it on my performance review.”
“I won’t be doing your performance review, remember? You don’t report directly to me anymore,” he says. “I would be more than happy to feed back to Taylor if you like? Though it might be inappropriate, and he might not take kindly to it given that he’s already pulled some strings so you can keep your job and our relationship.”
“A very good point,” I say. I turn back to my screen and see that what’s left on it is practically nonsense. My brain is mush, and I think I desperately need for this day to be over. Peter is right. If I’m not careful I’ll just end up useless for tomorrow. “I think I’m done. Do you want to maybe get out of here?”
He sighs. “You have no idea how much,” he replies. “Let me just send this email and then we’ll go get some food or something?”
“Perfect.”
He heads back into his office and I shut down my computer, packing up my things and putting my bag on the desk. I snake around his door, watching him at work.
He really does look handsome when he’s got his focus face on. I’m yet to see him in a proper legal situation, but I imagine if I ever do I’ll likely lose my shit right there and then. If I enjoy him focussed, imagine how hot it will be to see him doing his job really well. I’d be putty in his hands. In case I wasn’t already.
He stops clicking and looks over at me, raising an eyebrow.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“I’m just thinking about how good you look behind that desk,” I say. “You really are quite handsome, you know. I don’t know what the bloody hell you’re doing with me.”
He leans back in his chair. “You’re fishing.”
“I’m not fishing, you just look really nice. Let me tell you that you look nice.”
“Alright, tell me.”
“You look nice,” I say. “Shall we get out of here? We have to be back in less than twelve hours.”
“Alright, alright,” he replies, turning back to his computer and clicking a few more times. He seems to slow down, turning off his screen and looking back over at me, leaning back in his chair. “You really think I look nice?”
I groan. “Now who’s fishing?”
He eyes me carefully. “Come here,” he says. “There’s a good lad.”
The use of the phrase “good lad” is enough to send a wave through me, my body instantly reacting to that gruff voice, to the way he tells me what to do.
“You’re not serious,” I breathe.
He shrugs. “Maybe,” he replies. “Come and find out. Shut the door.”
I step into the office, my hands trembling as I close the door behind me, clicking the lock because we can’t really be too careful. We’re probably the last two people here, but the last thing I’d want is for some unsuspecting person burning the midnight oil to come in and see… whatever we’re about to do.
He slides his chair out from under the desk, revealing his cock straining against the fabric of his suit trousers and his muscular thighs that I’ve spent an awful lot of time worshipping over the past couple of months.
He pats his lap and I straddle one of his thighs, leaning down and pressing my lips against his. I know we shouldn’t be doing this, that any kind of sexual contact in the office is strictly off limits… but he started it, and who am I to stop it?
“Are you sure we—” I start, but he shuts me up with a kiss.
“Don’t speak,” he growls. “Not now.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply. He’s right. If I talk, I know I’ll ruin it, and right now the only thing I want him to be ruining is me. That’s what I want. That’s what I need. This perverted fantasy to be fulfilled.
He kisses me hard on the mouth and I moan as I press my body close to him, feeling every muscle, every bit of him tense and ready for what’s about to happen. What is about to happen? I’m not sure. I just want him. I want him so much it feels like my constant state right now. I just want him to be inside me, or me to be inside him. I just want to be with him—serving him, treating him right.
He pulls my other leg over so I really am straddling him now, my legs either side of him, a little bit above him as we kiss and kiss and kiss. His hands are around my back, holding me close to him, and I can feel his hard cock against my thigh. He’s rock solid. This is doing it for him just as much as it’s doing it for me, and that just makes it even hotter.
He stands, taking me with him, lifting me into the air, and I wrap my legs around him like my life depends on it, because it does. I didn’t know he was this strong. I’ve never had someone pick me up before but I like it. I like the feeling of weightlessness. I like the feeling that I’m entirely under his control, that I’m his and only his and he can do with me whatever he pleases.
Fucking hell, the things I want him to do to me. I need to calm down or this is all going to be over in a few seconds flat.
He sits me down on the desk, looking at me with a grin on his face. He knows he’s done good, he knows that he has me feeling ridiculously hot for him, and I kind of like that he knows. There’s something hot about him knowing just how much he turns me on.
“You like that then?” he growls.
“Yes, sir.”
“Noted,” he replies. “I’d love to fuck you standing up.”
“Fucking hell. Stamina.”
“Well, it’s something for me to work towards at the gym,” he replies. “I’ve seen it in porn but I’m not sure I could hack it yet. I’ll keep you posted.”
“More than happy to help you practice.”
“Good to know,” he replies, kissing my neck and sending such a heady wave of pleasure surging through me that I can’t help but cry out. His hand clamps over my mouth so quickly I lose my breath. He whispers in my ear and I’m reminded of the first time we were together, the two of us in the steam room. “Remember, lad, I’m going to need you to be very good for me and stay quiet,” he says. “We can’t be getting in trouble now, alright? Can you do that for me?”
I nod.
“Tell me,” he says, taking his hand away from my mouth.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll be good?”
“I’ll be so good, sir,” I whimper, my voice coming out desperate, needy, wanting him.
He looks down at me, eyes narrowed. “Good lad.”
My entire body seems to react to his growl. He starts to unbutton his shirt and I do the same, practically ripping it off. He moves his hands to his belt, shimmying out of his trousers, the bulge in his underwear so pronounced, so unbelievably rock hard that I can hardly take my eyes off it. I feel so lucky.
“Do you have…?” I trail off. He goes to his desk drawer and pulls out a condom and some lube. “Should I be worried that’s in there?”
“No, I put it there a couple of weeks ago,” he says, his cheeks tinging a little bit pink.
“Wait, why?”
“Because I’ve been wanting to bend you over this desk and fuck you into next week since we started seeing one another,” he says. “I hoped the opportunity would present itself eventually, and would you look at that. I was right all along.”
Hearing him say it makes me shudder and I get to my feet, taking off my trousers. He steps towards me, our hard dicks pressing together through the fabric of our underwear, a wet patch at the tip where we’re both so ready for this. It’s so bad, so unbelievably naughty, but I want him so much, even if I’m going to have to be a little bit quieter than I would like.
He reaches down and takes a handful of my arse, growling as he grips it, as he slaps it. I yelp and it just makes him grin even more.
“Bend over,” he says.
“Yes, sir.”
I turn around and position myself over the desk. There’s something about the thrill of not being able to see him, of just being able to feel his presence there behind me.
He pulls down my underwear and I hear him open the condom, sliding it onto his cock, the latex snapping against him. He lubes himself up, pressing a wet finger against my hole. He slides it in and I breathe. I’ve gotten used to breathing for him and letting the thickness of his fingers, the thickness of his ridiculous cock stretch me open.
He gives me time to adjust, time to feel two fingers and then three inside my entrance. He holds them there and he’s in full control. I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, that if I told him to stop right now he would stop, but it feels so good knowing he has me bent over this desk, that I’m his and only his.
He removes his fingers and positions his cock against my hole. He applies a bit of pressure and I feel myself opening up for him, his thickness stretching me out as he drives his cock deep inside me.
I have to suppress a groan. He reaches around and places his underwear next to my face. I take them in my mouth and breathe in the heady scent of him. He’s been wearing them all day and fucking hell, he smells so good.
He pulls out and pushes back in again, and I’m free to moan now I have his briefs in my mouth but I still try to hold back. I don’t want us to get into trouble, but if they don’t hear me moaning, they’re probably going to hear the sound of his thighs slapping against the back of me, because Kyle doesn’t waste a second before he’s driving his dick in and out of me with force.
His hands are on my hips, holding me steady as I’m bent over the desk. He spanks me. I try not to yelp, biting down hard on the underwear, squeezing my eyes shut, willing him to do it again but also knowing that I’m not going to be able to stay quiet if he keeps up this pace.
“Such a good lad.” He groans as he starts to pick up speed, thrusting into me, our bodies slapping together, every thrust hammering me into the desk and sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I want to cry out. I want to scream. I want to beg for more as colours burst behind my eyes. The scent of us fills the room, along with the sounds of us fucking.
And I can’t get over the feeling of him filling me up, holding me in place, taking care of me and keeping me together as I fall apart with him deep inside me. I can feel every part of him. I can feel his heartbeat. I can smell him. I cannot get enough of him.
I reach down and start to tug on my own cock, matching him stroke for stroke. And he starts to growl now, his fingers digging into my arse cheeks as he thrusts. I’m getting close to the edge and I know I’m pulling him there with me.
“I’m going to come, Larry,” he growls. “I’m going to come.”
“Come in me,” I say. “Please, Kyle. Please come in me.”
He gives one last thrust and I feel him pulling me over the edge too as I spill all over my hand. He thrusts deep, crying out, groaning, grunting, holding himself there as he fills the condom with his load.
He collapses on top of me, kissing the back of my neck, sending shivers through my body as his beard tickles me.
“Well that was somewhat impromptu,” he growls.
“Says the one who had condoms and lube in his desk,” I reply. I let out a cry as he pulls out, my legs almost giving way beneath me.
“We can do that too, if you want,” he says, pulling off the condom and tying it off. “I’m not with anyone else. I haven’t been with anyone else since I was last tested, and I’m on PrEP. So… if you want to.”
I look at him, my cock twitching at the thought of him taking me bare, of actually getting to feel him spill his load inside me. There’s something so intimate about it, something that just makes me like him even more than I already do that he would ask, that he would want to have a conversation about it.
“We absolutely could,” I reply. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Not like you can get pregnant,” he says.
“Doesn’t have to stop us from trying,” I reply. I catch sight of the clock on his computer. “Okay, we really do have to go. We’re going to be back here in less than twelve hours and I kind of hate that.”
“Do you… uh… want to head out first?” he asks, a little sheepish.
I pull on my clothes, giving him one last kiss. “I’ll meet you at reception,” I reply. “At which point I’ll be ready to go again.”
“I am not fucking you in reception!” he squeaks.
I shrug. “We’ll see. You’re full of surprises, Kyle.”
And I head out of his office and grab my things, making my way towards reception with a spring in my step. It’s hard to believe how far I’ve come, as it very much were. I never imagined I’d get to feel this happy again, but here I am, practically skipping out of my day job. I really am lucky. Thank goodness for Kyle. Thank goodness for Kyle.
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