Page 30 of Lying to the Boss

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.