Page 12 of Promises Kept

“I suppose you saw that done in the movies too?” he whispered as he his fingers travelled down the crease of Dylan’s backside. Dylan shivered and Alec grinned as he tore open the foil packet. “I think I need to stop you from watching so many of those cop porn movies you like so much.”

Dylan swore. “Alec, I’m dying here. Get me lubed up and then I want you in me. Stop the damn teasing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m moving as fast as I can. You’re a pretty distracting sight. That whole bent-over-the-desk thing is really doing it for me.” It was too. His cock was ready to launch at Dylan’s hole like a rocket jetting for the moon. Dylan’s arse was tight and fuzzy with blond hair and his balls dangled between his legs like ripe plums, purple and swollen.

“Yeah, well I don’t see you doing me, which is the whole bloody point,” Dylan complained, wriggling his arse. Alec chuckled and slid his lubed-up fingers inside Dylan, who gave a squawk. “Christ, that’s fucking cold.”

Alex continued his slow, teasing stretching of his man waiting impatiently for him, then moved in for the kill. “This might be one of the stupidest things we’ve ever done but God, it’s one of the hottest.”

He grunted as he positioned his cock then pushed inside, heat wrapping itself around him like a warm hand. Dylan pushed back, eagerly impaling himself more.

“God, don’t stop, that feels so good,” Dylan panted as Alec thrust into him, gripping his hips and making sure he drilled deep, exactly the way Dylan liked it. Alec moaned at how hard Dylan made him, and his slick warmth inflamed Alec’s passion.

It was as if time stood still and there was only him and Dylan. His whole body was inflamed with sensation and Alec wondered, not for the first time, how Dylan managed to have this effect on him every time they made love.

“God, I always want you so much,” he whispered. “I’m not going to last much longer.” He slid his hands over Dylan’s back, lingering, caressing the skin of his hips and backside.

Dylan gasped. “Neither am I. I’m about to blow myself and I haven’t even touched it yet.”

Those words drove Alec on and he choked back a cry as he came, burying his face against Dylan’s back, feeling the suit fabric against his lips as he pumped the load in his swollen balls into Dylan, whose body jerked beneath him.

Dylan gave a low growl and spurted streams of semen under the desk onto the floor. They stood cemented together, both panting, and finally Alec giggled. His head was dizzy with release and an orgasmic high.

Dylan snorted. “Something obviously amuses you.”

Alec chuckled. “We’re in the middle of Bennett’s career-building film premiere having raunchy sex on a desk in God knows whose office. I’d love to see his face if he could see us now.”

Dylan laughed loudly as he pushed off the desk, dislodging Alec from his arse and turning to face him. He looked decadent dressed in only a shirt and suit jacket, his lower half naked for all to see. “But that was intense. We’ll have to do that again sometime, in someone else’s office. Maybe yours.”

Alec’s face dropped. “Hell, no, we’re so not doing that anywhere near my place of business,” he stuttered. “Vangie might walk in, or a client, or an investor.” He looked around for something to clean himself with and then finding nothing, he resignedly used his boxers.

Dylan grinned as he did the same with his underwear, reaching round his rear end to try to clean himself up. “Aye, but it makes it all the more fun.”

Alec scowled. “Forget about my office. Strike it off your bucket list, Donahue. Not going to happen.”

Dylan gave a sly smile as he and Alec finished dressing. Finally both of them were ready to leave. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air. Dylan sighed. “I suppose we should get out there. Do you think everyone will know where we’ve been?”

“If they see us coming out of here, both of us with big grins on our faces, your hair all mussed up like that and smelling rampantly of sex, I’d say, yes, they probably will,” Alec answered drily. “Oh crap. We need to clean that up. We can’t leave it…” He motioned toward the puddle of semen on the floor and on the desk. “There has to be something here we can use.”

He looked around for something to clean up the messy floor with and managed to find a toilet roll in one of the drawers. He raised his eyebrows at that, not expecting to find that particular item in a desk drawer.

Dylan chuckled. “Maybe they had a cold, or the sniffles. I’ve done it myself on occasion. Give it to me. My bodily fluids, my clean-up.” He grimaced. “My arsehole still feels all slimy. You shoot a lot of come, you know that?”

Alec flushed. “I can’t help it. We should have looked for this first,” he waved at the tissue roll, “then used some of it to clean us up before…” His words were cut off by Dylan’s mouth claiming his in a deep kiss.

Dylan released him with a twinkle in his eye. “I rather like the idea of having some of you all over my arse then mingling with those hobnobs out there.”

Alec shook his head. “Christ, the things you say.”

They managed to wipe off most of the signs of their activity and threw the used paper into the dustbin. Alec hoped the cleaner wouldn’t realise what was on the tissue. He made a moue of distaste at that thought then looked at Dylan. “May I leave the room now?” he enquired with growing amusement. “Are you finished with me?”

Dylan shook his head firmly. “Oh no. Not finished yet. Only for now.” He grinned and moved the chair away from the door. “How the hell do we get out there without drawing attention to the fact that we’ve been in here,” he glanced at his watch, “for over forty minutes?”

Alec shrugged. “We open the door and hope there’s still a crowd, and we can slip out.”

He opened the door and peered out. He was relieved at what he found. “It’s quite dark and absolutely jam-packed. Come on. Let’s move before anyone sees us.”

They made their way out of the room and were quickly swallowed up by the throng. They walked over to the bar and Dylan ordered drinks. They stood sipping them at the bar and saw Bennett and Cassie walking toward them.

Bennett frowned and eyed them suspiciously. “Jesus, Alec. Where the hell have you been? I’m been looking everywhere for you. The investors want to meet you, as does some other PR chap who wants to find out your secret of retaining me as a client when I’m such a handful.” His tone was dry.

Alec blushed but Dylan grinned and waved a hand. “We were over there talking to a group of young ladies who were looking for advice on how to break into the theatre scene. They were quite eager to hear how it’s done.”

Bennett didn’t look convinced and he narrowed his eyes. Then he moved away, Cassie next to him, and motioned for Alec to follow. Alec gave a wry glance at Dylan and followed his friend across the crowded room.

That little escapade was definitely the highlight of the evening.