Call Me Sir

1. Cole

One

Cole

Me: I’m off the clock ;)

Danny: fucking FINALLY

Me: chilllll

Danny : not until I’m inside you

I roll my eyes and click my phone closed even though I actually love it.

I stand from my desk ready to make him keep his promise. The office is bright this morning but I turn my face from the sun and head toward the door.

“Want company for lunch?” Anthony asks from behind the cubicle that sits right in front of mine.

“Hell no, I’ve got stuff to do.”

He raises his big dark eyebrows in that knowing way.

“Don’t have too much fun.”

I shake my head and try to avert my gaze from our boss Salvatore Amato. His brooding face is hard to ignore. I give him a chummy smile, wishing I could flick him off.

He fucking hates me and I have no idea why. But I’m not sticking around during my break to kiss his ass like my colleagues. They can have the dull 9-5 if they want. I’ll live that and fuck some dude in his car.

My phone vibrates as I break my gaze from my boss and open the door to freedom.

The sound of clacking keys and pleasantries fades as I walk toward the stairs. There’s no time to take the elevator from the fifth floor.

I grab my phone as I make it to the first floor.

Danny: JFC HURRY

Me: Don’t tell me you came in your pants at the site of my work??

Danny: Speak to me like that again and I won’t be gentle

Me: Good

The red Dodge Charger is parked haphazardly a few rows back from the main entrance.

I jog over to the car and get in the passenger side.

Danny damn near leaps over to me and grabs my face.

“Took you god damn long enough.”

He continues to plaster kisses on my lips, then my neck.

Unbuttoning my collar, he starts sucking on my neck.

I’m totally into it, until I happen to look up at the glass and see none other than Mr. Amato, arms crossed, glaring down at the vehicle. At me.

Can that fucker see me right now? See us and what we’re doing?

“Wait…”

Danny yanks my hair back and continues to kiss my neck, one hand reaching over to firmly grip my hard dick.

“S-stop!”

Immediately he stops and throws himself back into his seat. “What the hell?!”

I try to straighten myself out and hope there aren’t any hickeys on my neck.

“What’s your problem? I’m here to fuck you when I could be at home sleeping.”

Danny works nights and while we’re definitely not a couple, I’m grateful he makes the time to see me.

“Sorry, it’s just my boss is right there watching us.”

Danny’s annoyance diminishes quickly, replaced by pleasure.

“Ah, a voyeur huh?”

“Can we please move? I can’t face him if he watches me blow you.”

Danny tightens his grip on the wheel and puts it in drive. “Happy to oblige.”

And I know he is because his semi grows and it gets my mouth watering and I’m instantly hard again.

The car is moving but my eyes aren’t on the road. I lean over and start unzipping his pants, my mouth ready to work as I eye his enormous bulge in his black boxer briefs.

Pulling behind a nearby gas station, he helps me shimmy down his pants all the way and he throws his head back as I tear his dick free from his underwear and swallow him.

“Ohhhh, damn. I’m sorry for yelling.” He runs a big paw across my head, scratching behind my ears, then massaging my shoulders as I give a nice long pull to his dick. “Mm mm, yeah.”

I want to do some sexy talk but I’m enjoying the feeling of his dick tickling the back of my throat.

“Fuuuuuuck, I needed this. Needed you…”

He gets so chatty when he’s getting taken care of.

“You gonna hop on over here?”

My ass automatically perks at the question.

I stop sucking and licking for a minute to prop my head up and look into his green eyes. His smirk is so damn sexy. I never thought a one time hookup would turn into a friend’s with benefits situation. Well, we’re not really friends. I guess a reoccurring hook up.

I check the clock. I’ve got 22 minutes. Time flies when you’re fucking in a time crunch.

My heart hammers in my chest as I decide to tear my pants and boxers off.

Pushing the seat all the way back, we lick our hands and take turns getting his dick wet. Slowly I sink onto him, trying to keep myself from thrashing like crazy.

Despite the clock ticking away, I slowly exhale and inhale as I work myself down on him.

“Ohhhhh, damn Cole. Yeah baby, ride this dick.”

I tune out his annoying dirty talk.

His hands travel from my hips to my dick that’s rock hard in his hands. It’s only been a week since we’ve met up but it’s felt like forever.

“Yeah baby, you know you can’t get enough of me.”

He’s right. The girth and length hit me just right sending chills across my skin. My legs have goosebumps on them.

Holding my dick, he strokes me a few times and it gets me bouncing on him like I’m desperate.

“Ohhhhh.”

He’s gonna go and I wish I could last longer but I’m shooting my load into his hand.

He slaps my ass which makes me hiss. I fall against his chest. I wish I could lay here and enjoy it. Stroke my fingers along his muscled arms.

“Up up,” he says.

“Yeah yeah.”

I climb off him and go back to the passenger seat. We both wiggle back into our pants.

“That was fun.”

“Yeah.”

My body is still pulsing with pleasure from our escapade.

“Don’t look so mopey.”

Frustrated, I snap my pants and put on my seat belt. “I’m not.”

I can tell he’s rolling his eyes but I keep my gaze trained on the alleyway we took from my office parking lot.

“Maybe we could catch a movie together this weekend?”

I hate how hopeful my heart feels at the half-hearted offer.

“Sure.”

I give him no indication how bad I’d love to.

He drives me back to the front door and gives me a head nod.

“Later.”

After cleaning up in the bathroom, I make my way to my office and sit at my desk with two minutes to spare before I have to clock back in.

“Have a good time?” Anthony asks, chewing on a Twizzlers from around the corner.

I swing my head out so he doesn’t strain so hard to see me that his head falls off.

“The best,” I say with a wink.

“I see.”

Shit, those bug eyes mean I’m wearing a hickey.

I thought I checked myself.

“Don’t worry it’s only peeking out a little,” Anthony says reassuringly.

“Damn.”

I try to hike up my collar a little more.

“The boss was watching you from here.”

“Creep,” I mutter, turning to my computer to clock in.

Speak of the devil.

I open my email and see an instant message from my boss.

Salvatore A: Will you come to my office?

What does this guy want?

Calmly I stand and stroll over to the office door.

I know no one else in the office is paying attention. We all get along but we’re not too invested in each other’s business. Well, besides Anthony and me. But we’ve worked together here for two years whereas everyone else is pretty new. Except the boss.

I knock on the door, resenting the lump in my throat.

“Come in,” his deep voice says.

I obey and am surprised to find him with dark framed glasses typing something up.

“Close the door and have a seat.”

Again, I do as I’m told, the whole time wondering if he’s about to ridicule me for what I do off the premises.

“Sorry, one moment.”

The word sorry doesn’t sound right coming from him.

After a few more clacks, he leans back and swivels his chair to face me. How does he look so menacing? The dude is wearing a purple plaid shirt and a gray vest. He’s dressed like a fancy grandpa about to go to the country club.

His sleeves are rolled up casually but I can tell he’s been working hard because I don’t miss how tired he looks when he pushes his glasses up onto the top of his head.

“Are you alright?”

His question throws me off guard. “Um, yes?”

Why is he studying my face like that? Like he doesn’t believe me? I turn to look out his little window to watch us and notice the blinds are drawn. How often does he close them?

“You feel safe at home?”

What the fuck…

“…Yes.”

My mind is reeling trying to figure out what he’s asking me.

“Alright. If that changes let me know and we can talk to HR.” And within an instance, his glasses are resting on the bridge of his nose and he’s back to his computer.

I sit there stunned for another moment.

“You can go. Your reports look great, and all of your client’s love working with you. Keep it up.”

“Okay…”

I leave his office trying to solve whatever equation he’s apparently worked through.

I sit back down and Anthony peaks around the corner.

“Everything good?”

“Yeah, man.”

I think so…

I’m not in the mood to try and figure out what just happened.

“What are you doing Friday?”

I rub my neck. There’s a crick in it from bending it in that damn car during sex.

The sex was great. I had sex during the work day, who can say that?

Yet I’m perplexed and down right grumpy.

“What’s Friday?” I ask, remembering that my coworker has asked me a question.

“We’re all going out to celebrate a three day weekend since we’ll be off Monday.”

I blink a couple times.

I’m ready to say no, that I’ll be hooking up with some hot dude.

But when I glance at my boss’s window, I see the blinds are wide open and he’s looking at me. It should creep me out, right?

Instead I’m fighting a stupid blush spreading across my cheeks.

“Dude, come on, it’ll be fun. Apparently the boss will be there too.”

That should not be a swaying factor. If anything that should deter me.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Instead of going to the movies with Danny.

Like he was gonna take me anyway.