11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Lane
Tage feels better than I remember; his warm, tight hole wrapped around me like it was molded just for my cock.
He whimpers and moans as I fuck him hard and fast, tugging on his hair and digging my fingers into his hip to keep him exactly where I want him. I take my pleasure from him, while knowing he’s getting it too. We’re compatible in bed; it just works for us.
Same way it does in the office, but I’ll think about that later.
“Come here,” I say, before pulling on his hair. He pushes himself up, and I wrap one arm around his stomach, and the other goes around his chest, his back sticking to my chest with sweat.
I go deeper like this, but I can’t go as fast—and that’s fine. No matter how I fuck him, it feels good. I rock into him, grinding when my hips hit his ass.
His fingers claw at my forearms, heart pounding as he bounces on my cock.
“Fuck, Lane,” he cries. “You feel so good.”
“Are you going to come for me?” I growl in his ear.
“Yes. Please. Make me!”
I grasp his cock, stroking it along with my thrusts. My own orgasm is building, and part of me wants to hold it off so this won’t end, but it’s too good to stop or slow down.
We can just do it again. I brought a whole box of condoms.
“Lane—”
“Come for me, Tage. I feel you clenching around my cock. You’re going to make me come too.”
“Fuck!”
A few more pumps of my hand and I feel his warm cum spilling out into my palm. It skyrockets me into an orgasm that has my body shaking and my vision going dark. The pleasure is indescribable.
I rest my forehead on Tage’s shoulder while I catch my breath, still holding him to me and not wanting him to go anywhere.
I don’t know if he plans to stay in bed with me, but I hope he does. Sleeping with people after sex isn’t something I do. It’s happened a handful of times, mostly from drinking too much and passing out. But Tage? I want him next to me. I want him here so I can touch him whenever I want.
“Stay,” I whisper, not sure he even heard me. It sounded loud in my head, but I think it came out weak. He doesn’t respond.
My dick softens and slips out, causing him to flinch. I step back, giving him room, and he lays down and rolls to his side, giving me a small, satisfied smile. I’m so used to the glares and hard stares. This is nice.
“I think we need to shower,” I say.
“We also need new sheets,” he says.
I look down at the bed, where his cum is all over the blanket.
“Guess it’s a good thing we have two beds.”
He smirks. “Your shower is bigger, though.”
“Is that an invitation?” I ask with a raised brow.
He shrugs as he gets up and walks off. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
Tage disappears into the bathroom, and the shower turns on a moment later. I go in there after him, knowing if he didn’t want me in here, he’d say so and have gone to his room.
He just wants to play.
I can play.
I pull the shower door back and step inside without a word. He doesn’t acknowledge me. He knew I’d be here. He wanted it.
I step up behind him, sliding my arm around his waist and kissing that sweet spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He relaxes against me as my hand slides down his stomach, my fingertips brushing the base of his cock.
“Don’t you need some time to recover or something?” he snarks.
I chuckle, then spin him and shove him against the wall, pressing against him. A gasp leaves those pouty lips, and I kiss him quickly before dropping to my knees.
His eyes widen.
“What? Did you not expect me to suck dick?” I question.
“Not before I sucked yours.”
I shrug, running my hands up his thighs. “I prefer being buried in your hole, but I do like choking on dick now and then.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his head thumping against the wall.
He’s hard again, his dick ready for me. I lick along the underside before taking him into my mouth and all the way back to my throat.
When I look up at him, he’s watching me with so much heat in his eyes that I swear I can feel it. It certainly makes me dick respond. His hand comes to the back of my head gently, just touching and not guiding.
“I’m not going to last,” he whispers. “Seeing you down there… it’s so hot.”
“I aim to please,” I mutter with my lips against his balls as I stroke him with my hand. I lick his balls, nudge them with my nose before taking him into my mouth again.
“Lane…” His voice shakes, hand tightening in my hair. “Fuck, Lane…”
I suck harder, taking him as deep as I can. He spills down my throat, a long and low moan leaving his lips. Tears gather in my eyes, but I swallow him down. Every pulse. Every drop.
He softens immediately, and I release him to look up and meet his honey gaze.
“You are…” He doesn’t finish, shaking his head and closing his eyes.
I get to my feet, kiss him softly, and say, “You could just say thank you.”
His lips slowly turn up into a smile, and those beautiful eyes of his open again. I guide him under the water and run my hands through his hair.
“I can’t believe you did that,” he says.
“Why?”
“I don’t know, it just feels so… beneath you.”
I bark out a laugh that echoes in the bathroom. “Beneath me? What does that even mean? I’m not a king.”
“No, but you’re, like…” I raise a brow, pausing to see what he says. “Never mind. I was just surprised, that’s all.”
“Well, now you know I like sucking dick. So, if you ever find yourself in need at the office…”
“You are ridiculous!” he says, giving me a playful shove.
“I’m just saying…”
I wash him up, and then he tries to help me wash, but I kick him out, clean myself quickly, and then get out. I find him lounging in bed, the blanket in a pile in the corner.
“How will we ever keep warm?” I say as I walk over to him, the towel tight around my waist.
“I’m sure we can think of something.”
He pats the space on the bed beside him, so I go over and get comfortable. He turns on the TV, scrolls through the channels slowly.
“Do you watch TV?” he asks.
“No,” I answer. “Don’t have time for it.”
“We have time now. What do you want to watch? Anything but romance.”
“What’s wrong with romance?” I ask teasingly.
“The actors are annoying,” he says flippantly.
I can see that, so I say, “Something funny.”
Nodding, he keeps looking through the channels until he lands on a movie called Game Night.
“Lucky. It’s just started,” he says, tugging off his towel and tossing it away. I look at his cock that’s settled a little to the side, resting on top of his balls. I could suck him off again, but maybe we should take a little break.
I remove my towel too, tossing it away, then grab the thin sheet and pull it over us, scooting a little closer to him and putting my arm around his shoulder.
The movie is funny. We laugh together. It all feels so right.