“I did,” I said, heart thumping steadily as I watched his hand slide into his pants and then, with aching slowness, drew himself out. Anything else I might have thrown out there was forgotten as my mouth went dry at the sight. I hadn’t been able to see when he was splayed out on his bed, but now I was face to face with his cock and I could see the tip shining with a bead of pre-cum. I licked my lips as if I were a dehydrated man being shown their first drink of water in days.
His eyes never left mine as he gripped the top of his dick and began stroking slowly, letting his grip slide over the tip before coming back down and then up again. He was taking his time, and I was watching every single movement. I watched the bead of pre-cum grow thicker, fatter with each stroke before it swelled to where it slid down the head and onto his fingers.
Reggie shifted on the desk, as if nervous, before stopping and taking the finger that had caught the bead of pre-cum, swiped it through the rest, up to the slit, and then brought his finger to his lips. It was the most erotic thing I could remember seeing in years as he sucked the finger, tasting himself withoutthe slightest hesitation as he stuck the finger in his mouth and pulled it out with a slight pop.
“Any requests?” he asked, and now I could see it. He had been so confident, but now the edges were showing, the cracks were appearing, and there was a nervousness he had been hiding. That, at least, was a comfort, because it meant I wasn’t the only one feeling their heart race and their fingers shaking.
While I had certainly given thought and a few stray fantasies about what Reggie would be like if I got him alone and naked, the reality? Oh, the reality was so much better, and all he had done was put on a little show for me. It was one thing to imagine what someone would be like as their sexual selves, but it was something else entirely to watch it happening right in front of you. It was both Reggie and not Reggie I was witnessing, a whole new aspect of him I couldn’t have ever clearly pictured before now and never wanted not to see again.
“Sure,” I said hoarsely, and scooted forward. “Pull those shorts down some more.”
If he was surprised, he hid it well, as he did what I asked, lifting his hips as he pushed the shorts down to the middle of his thighs, making his dick swing back and smack against his shirt. I wasted no time in grabbing hold of his thighs with one hand and then…then I grabbed the base of his dick with my other. I felt its warmth, the silky softness, and wrapped my lips around the head, not bothering to bite back the groan as I tasted what he had missed.
“Oh shit,” he breathed out, wonder in his voice, and then groaned as I slid down further, taking more of him into my mouth as I let him pulse against my tongue.
It had been a while since I’d touched another person like this, and longer since I’d touched another man. The first time I’d touched another man after I had met and married Charlene, I had been awkward and unsure, despite the fact that men’sbodies were less of a mystery. Hell, even my first time with a man, in my early twenties and later than my first time with a woman, I had been bolder and more comfortable.
That was how I felt now as I gripped him with one hand and sucked him off with my mouth. I could feel his thighs flex under my other hand as I tasted another small splash on my tongue. His hand pushed through my hair, and I felt the encouragement as he gripped me.
“That feels…amazing,” he said in a breathless voice. “I’d be noisier if it weren’t for the fact that I left your office door open.”
That should have been enough to put brakes on, the idea that any of his staff or any of the evening staff who had access to this part of the building could come into my office without so much as a door in their way, and see what we were doing. It wasn’t like I was his boss or he mine, and we weren’t violating any laws or rules. That didn’t mean I wanted someone to walk in and see us, not when I was only now giving in and letting myself enjoy the moment, even if I didn’t know where it would leave us when it was over.
It didn’t stop me though; I felt a flash of wariness before my mouth slid down even further, pushing the head of his cock into my throat, and I heard him groan softly. That was all it took to kill any wariness inside me, and alarm never had a chance to surface. All that mattered was the feel of him in my mouth and throat as I sucked him down, loving the sound of him, the taste of him.
“I don’t know how you feel about swallowing,” he said softly. “But you’re going to have to decide in like…ten seconds, Jesus.”
Swallowing had been strange the first few times I’d dared to attempt it, but I’d grown used to it, and even liked it depending on who I was with. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy it with Reggie, so I never relented. I never changed what I was doing as I continued bobbing.
His thighs grew closer until they were pressing against my face, Reggie leaning back, bracing against the desk as he groaned heavily. I felt him throb and his hand was back in my hair, gripping tightly as he let out a harsh, strangled noise. That was all I knew before his cock gave another, far heavier twitch as warmth splattered into my mouth and the taste of him followed.
For a moment, I forgot his ‘warning’ about the open door as I groaned, pushing my mouth down as far as I could without risking losing the drinks I had sipped for the past couple of hours. His legs trembled until I finally gave him mercy and pulled off, my hands already at my pants and yanking at the belt to loosen it.
Reggie’s eyes widened, and he surprised me by hopping off the desk, softening dick swinging wildly, as he dropped between my legs. It was a complete role reversal as he opened my pants, smirked at the colorful boxer briefs before peeling back the band of my underwear. He hesitated, and for a moment, a panicky one, I was afraid he had changed his mind, with the clarity that came after an orgasm.
If that was the case, then he shook it off in no time as he finally pulled my underwear down enough to put his hand in. I watched his eyes widen as his fingers closed around the shaft and slid forward until he found the head. His head cocked slightly, and the look on his face turned into a smirk as he finally drew me out of my pants and brought my dick to his face, looking before taking it to his mouth.
I swore under my breath as warmth closed over me, and I felt the tingling anticipation of pleasure ripple through me as his hand pumped from the base to the middle of my shaft. His mouth met his hand in the middle and slid down further, now taking me into his throat. There was no way I was going to last, but I couldn’t help that, not when I was wired so tightly, notwhen I still had the taste of him in my mouth and now I was watching him take me into his throat like I belonged there.
A special helplessness took over me as I leaned back in my chair and let him do whatever he wanted with me. It turned out that what he wanted was to get me as deep into his throat as he could, and he was taking quite a lot. My breath was coming in short bursts as I stared down, unable to take my eyes off him as his lips stretched over me and almost reached the base before he pulled back, going back to stroking me from the base as his mouth slid back up to the head and then down again.
My heart was going to beat right out of my chest, but I could already feel that my dick was going to beat it to the punch. My fingers flexed against the fabric of my pants, and I held on tight as I felt the coiling in my groin grow tighter and tighter. I didn’t think he was really going to care about swallowing, but I grunted a warning all the same. It was the best I could manage, but then the tricky bastard had to groan when he heard me.
There was nothing left of my self-control, and my hips bucked as I groaned heavily, forcing one of my hands against my mouth to muffle the noise before it leaked out and could be heard by someone in the hallway. Reggie’s mouth slid down over me even more, and I let out a less than manly whimper as I watched him swallow, drinking me down as I unloaded into his throat.
“Oh…” I breathed as my orgasm drained away the last of my strength, and I was left to slump in my chair, staring up at the ceiling as alternating waves of worry and contentment washed through me. That might have been one of the worse ideas I’d ever had in my life, or it might have been one of the better ones, it was hard to tell with the fogginess in my brain that probably only had a little to do with the alcohol I had consumed.
And the rest? Well, the rest was definitely because of the man who was still kneeling before me as he wiped his mouth of spit and maybe even a little of me as well.
“So…that was something,” he said, grabbing the edge of the desk and pulling himself up with a groan. “And I mean that in the nicest way possible. I’mreallyglad you didn’t take your time because while I might be spry, thirty-seven is too old to be kneeling on your office carpet for long periods of time.”
I didn’t know if it was appropriate, but I couldn’t help but laugh as I reached out and let him use my arm to haul himself up. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re probably going to be okay. Your knees didn’t even crack when you got up.”
“Ha, I guess I still have some mileage left on these bad boys,” he said, patting his knees before tucking himself away. It was admittedly not as much of a distraction as it would have been one orgasm ago, but my eyes lingered on his dick before it disappeared. I wondered what it would feel like in my hands another time, with me deep inside him, or you know…him inside me.
It was also a reminder that I had everything hanging out, and I tucked myself away hastily as well, needing to stand up to put my pants back to rights. As I did so, Reggie drifted away from me and sat down, not in the chair so the desk was between us but at the edge of the desk, his eyes still on me.
“So,” he began, as he kicked his feet lightly. “Are we going to pretend that didn’t happen just like we pretended you didn’t see me jerking off?”
