Epilogue - Tyson
Two Years Later
I’ve quit working for Uncle, and it was one of the biggest decisions of my life, but it was time.
I had hit the ceiling there, becoming the head of engineering.
So thankful to have learned so much from him.
Now I need to learn to stand on my own. I never stopped thinking about starting my gaming company.
“I just don’t understand why we couldn’t get movers,” he huffs. “I’m too cute for this. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Your services are no longer needed, baby, thank you,” I say, kissing him on the forehead.
“Thank God. But are you sure I can’t offer my new boss any other services?” he says, biting his lips.
He’s been so horny lately. I can’t get him off of me, nor do I want to.
Sometimes I wish I could get him pregnant.
And he would be with the way he’s been on his hands and knees every night and morning.
I think Rohan’s really into this whole fucking his boss role play thing.
Though it’s technically no longer role play.
I am his boss.
Rohan decided to come and work for me. He’s taken out a lot of time from his gaming career to be here, and that means everything to me.
I tried to get him to keep his focus on himself and his dream that he worked so hard on.
After getting his title back from me, he’d become the darling of the e-gaming industry.
I’m so proud of him. So inspired by him.
But I think he quite liked working behind the scenes when we worked for my uncle. We made a lot of magic there together. Hopefully he can grow here. We can grow together. I never want to let him down, so that adds another layer of pressure, but I’m confident.
“Oh? I might be seeking some help in my office if you’d like to come in.”
“I’d love that,” Rohan says, teasing my lip ring with his tongue.
“I don’t think that’s very appropriate, Mr. Chandra.”
“Oh, sorry, boss. I’ll be a good boy.”
I give his ass a hard smack, gripping it tight in my palm as he makes his way into my office. Rohan walks over to my desk and leans against it, waiting for me.
“Do you offer these kinds of services to all your bosses?”
“Maybe,” he giggles.
“Rohan…” I growl, grabbing his chin.
“I’m joking, obviously, idiot. You’re ruining the role play,” he laughs, hitting me in the chest.
“Role play, right.”
“Okay, whatever, just fuck me against this desk right now!” Rohan whines, pulling me down onto the surface with him.
“You’ll never understand that you’re not the one in control here, will you?”
“I am in control, though.”
“Are you?” I ask, wrapping my hand around his throat, feeling his pulse jump against my palm. When I squeeze, his eyes roll back, lips opening on the most sensual sigh I’ve ever heard.
He gets so high off of this.
“Fuck me just like this, Ty, please,” Rohan whines.
“Only because you said please this time,” I say, kissing the corner of his mouth.
I release his neck long enough to pull his pants and underwear down, discarding them somewhere on the floor. Then I get to work on my shirt and my own pants before coming back between his legs.
But first, I have to step back and admire the fucking art that is Rohan Chandra, legs spread across my brand new desk, in my brand new office, with his hard dick weeping and waiting.
“You’re drooling,” Rohan chuckles.
“You’d be drooling too if you saw how you looked right now.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
“I have a great idea,” I say, flicking my lip piercing.
“Whatever it is, you better hurry the fuck up.”
“And for that, now I think you should prep yourself. I’ll sit right here.”
“Wait, no,” Rohan whines as I make my way around the desk and take a seat. He turns his body toward me on top of the table, spreading his legs back open for a perfect view of his hole.
“Can’t you do it for me, please?” He pouts.
“No, I wanna see you. Besides, you’ve not been a good boy.”
“I’ll be better, I promise,” Rohan says, grazing my chest with his foot.
“You missed your chance, kitten. Now let me see before I change my mind and make you fuck yourself too.”
“Alright, fine, give me the lube,” he huffs.
“Is that an attitude I hear?”
“No,” Rohan says, trying to sound a little more chipper. I open the drawer and hand him the tube. He sticks his bottom lip out once more, probably hoping it’ll change my mind, but I don’t give in.
Rohan swallows, lying back, as he slicks his pretty fingers and starts to loosen himself up.
The sight makes me want to bury myself so deep inside him that he feels it for the next week.
I bite my lip as I watch his head dip back, his curls falling away from his face.
He’s in pure ecstasy all of his own doing.
It’s almost making me jealous that it’s not because of me instead.
“I might cum … just like this with you watching me, daddy,” Rohan pants, his chest flushed and heaving.
“Alright. That’s enough,” I say, knowing he’s got the best of me, but I don’t give a fuck right now.
I stand up and slap his hand away, positioning my dick at his wet hole.
Every time I fuck Rohan, his body reacts as if it’s the first time, and this time is no different.
He lets out the filthiest moan when I fully seat myself inside him on the first thrust. He loves when it hurts a little.
I pull him across the surface by his thighs until he’s flush against my hips, making sure there’s no space between us before I start snapping into him.
“It’s so deep! Fuck, Ty!” Rohan cries out, trying to shift his weight a bit.
“Don’t move. Take it,” I say, holding him in a vice grip.
His back arches off the desk when I hit that spot I’ve been looking for. I can’t get enough of him; the room feels overwhelmingly hot. Rohan reaches down between his legs and starts to stroke himself, his head lolling side to side.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” I grunt, slowing my strokes.
“No, no, please don’t stop. Can I touch myself, Daddy?” Rohan pleads and digs his nails into my forearm.
I stare down at him; he looks wrecked. His curls stick to his forehead from sweating, and his pupils are blown so fucking wide.
Poor thing.
“Only because you look so fucking gone right now, kitten,” I chuckle. He glares at me a little, but I let it slide and give him what he’s begging for.
He only lasts a few more thrusts before his walls are throbbing around me and he’s cumming uncontrollably, painting his own torso.
What a pretty mess. Rohan fills the room with chants of my name as I plunge into his overstimulated hole.
That alone sends me over the edge, and I fill him until my thrusts start pushing the cum out.
Reluctantly, I pull out and watch the mess drip between his thighs.
“I’m all sticky now,” Rohan whines breathlessly.
“Whose fault is that?” I laugh, looking through the drawer briefly before cleaning him off with napkins from lunch.
“Yours,” Rohan says, watching me.
He’s still lying back on the hard desk when I pick him up, carry him to the couch, and I lay us down. He snuggles into my chest, getting comfortable.
“Right,” I say, looking down at him. I feel like I always find something new to love about him every time I see him this close up.
“You know they say wherever you have beauty marks are places your past lover kissed you most.” I push a curl away from his eye.
“I think you just made that up,” Rohan giggles. Even after hearing it so many times throughout these two years, it’s still my favorite sound. I hate when he gives it to anyone else.
“I didn’t.”
“Okay. So?” he says, looking up at me through his lashes.
“I must have kissed you here…” I press my lips softly to a spot under his eye, “and here…” then his chin, and finally his cheek. All while he’s writhing around laughing brightly.
“You just wanted to kiss me,” Rohan says, slapping at my chest.
“Yeah, like you did that first time in the game,” I smirk.
“Okay, asshole, I explained that already,” he says, glaring at me.
“Right,” I mumble, getting distracted by him. Always falling prey to those pretty eyes, the sound of his voice, the smell of his skin, the way his mind works.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I really love you, Rohan,” I say, for what’s probably the thousandth time, but my heart still thrashes all the same. “Thank you for coming and helping me.”
“Of course. And … I really love you too, stupid,” Rohan replies, a blush blooming across his cheeks.
We’re both jolted out of our little moment as the office door flies open, and Max, with Carter close behind him, stands there, gawking at us. Rohan sits up, gasping, trying to reach for clothes that aren’t there.
“I was going to say … hey…guys, are you ready for dinner?” Max says, backing away.
“Get out!” I snap, and he retreats, shooing Carter away.
“Shit. I forgot about dinner with them. Sorry,” I say, trying to pull him back down into my arms. But Rohan slips away and stands to look for his clothes.
“Uh, I was coming to say I could help you out at the company, by the way!” Carter yells from the other room. I’m sure he thinks that will make this all better, and it’s almost laughable.
“I’m going to kill you when we get home.” Rohan glares at me, jabbing his finger into my chest after he puts his pants back on.
“You just said you loved me,” I chuckle.
“Exactly. Loved you,” he bites out, “Get dressed now.”
“I love when you get like this,” I say, grabbing at him as he struggles to push me away. I kiss right underneath his ear, making his eyes flutter shut, and for a moment I think I’ll get away with it all.
“You’re such an asshole. Get off and get dressed!” Rohan says, twists out of my grip, and leaves the room. I sigh, putting on my shirt and pants. Truth is, I definitely didn’t forget. I just wanted to hold him a little while longer. Besides, at least this time we were done when Max walked in.
“Hey brother-in-law!” I hear Max yelling.
“I’m not marrying your brother,” Rohan replies, loud enough for me to hear.
Little does he know that’s the entire reason we’re going to dinner tonight.