Page 64 of Unrequited Sloth

Gabriel laughed. “It’s something people don’t question, and can be over in twenty-four hours, so easy to explain why it was only one day off.”

“Have you done this before?”

“What, thrown a sickie to stay in bed with a sexy man?”

Bobby growled.

“Nothing like that, but I have thrown a sickie a few times when I can’t be arsed to go in.”

“I’ve never done that.”

“Well, aren’t you a good boy.”

Bobby’s hand cupped Gabriel’s arse, and his finger slid down his crease, before pushing against his tender hole.

“I don’t want to be a good boy with you, Gabriel. I can’t get enough of you.”

Bobby kissed Gabriel’s neck and licked his ear. Goosebumps broke out all over his body. It had always been one of his most sensitive areas, which Bobby had picked up on quickly. He continued to grind against Gabriel, and he was desperate for Bobby to fuck him again. They needed to get up, get showered, and phone in sick. Then they could get back into bed and fuck all day. But right now logic had gone out the window. Gabriel reached across to the bedside table and passed the bottle of lube to Bobby.

“Get me ready.”

“Fuck! Yes!”

Gabriel reached across again, opened the drawer, and grabbed a condom. He went to pass it back to Bobby, but moaned as his thick finger slid inside him. He dropped his head forward.

“I love how tight you are.”

Gabriel couldn’t think of anything to say as Bobby added a second finger. At least he wasn’t as slow as the first time. The man was a quick study, because he kept stroking Gabriel’s prostate and was opening his fingers as he slid them in, stretching him on the inside. Getting past that first ring of muscle would always sting, but you needed the stretch on the inside so the pleasure would take over once you had a cock in there. By the third finger, Gabriel was shamelessly begging Bobby to get on with it.

“How do you want it?”

“I want your full weight on top of me,” said Gabriel, rolling over so he was lying flat on his stomach.

He heard Bobby getting suited up, and then he felt his body on top of him, before the head of his cock was pushing against his entrance.

“Are you ready?”

“Just get your cock in me, Bobby.”

He slid in slowly at first, and it stung, but Gabriel breathed through it, not making a sound, as the last thing he wanted was for Bobby to stop. The rest of his thick cock slid home, and the pleasure intensified.

“Lie down on top of me and put your hands under my shoulders.”

Bobby did as asked, and Gabriel’s cock leaked when he had the full weight of the man’s muscular body on top of him.

“Now, fuck me as hard as you can.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I can take it. Please, Bobby . . . I need you to fuck me hard.”

Bobby snapped his hips, and Gabriel thought he would pass out as the air left his body.

“More . . . Bobby, I need more.”

Bobby snapped his hips again, making Gabriel moan. Fuck, that was what he needed. Bobby showed his full strength, and he didn’t disappoint as he hammered into Gabriel’s arse at a relentless pace. Bobby bit Gabriel’s neck, and there would be a mark there, but he didn’t care. You’d think with dark skin they wouldn’t show up as easily, but given how hard Bobby had bitten him, he’d be wearing a collared shirt in the office for a while. The man could mark Gabriel as much as he wanted if he was going to fuck him like this all the time. His whole body was thrumming with pleasure, as each thrust had the fat head of Bobby’s cock rubbing his prostate.

“I’m not gonna last long if I keep going like this,” Bobby grunted.