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But Derrick answered seriously. "I won't. I'll take good care of you," he said then he lifted Malcolm by the back of his legs and threw him on the bed.
Malcolm laughed but then bit back any other sounds as Derrick climbed over him and started to pull off his clothes. "I've been dying to see every inch of you," he said and Malcolm groaned. He wanted that, but he was dying to get Derrick out of his clothes too.
When he tried to undress him, Derrick pinned his wrists above his head and gave him a fierce look. "Be good," he said and his lips crashed down on Malcolm's in a soul-searing kiss.
Derrick pulled away after what felt like an eternity. "Raise your hips," he ordered softly, his voice thick with desire.
He already had Malcolm half naked, now he let go of his wrists and pulled his pants and boxer briefs off. Malcolm grunted as his hard cock sprung free. He was dying to jerk off, but Derrick leaned down and took him in his mouth.
Letting out a long moan as Derrick's mouth enveloped his cock, Malcolm tried to unbutton Derrick's shirt. He couldn't really reach so Derrick took pity on him and started unbuttoning it himself while licking and sucking Malcolm's cock.
Derrick took his shirt off, and Malcolm cursed at the sight of his naked chest, his muscles rippling as he threw aside his shirt. As it dropped to the floor, Malcolm sat up to run his hands over the muscles of his chest and arms. That made Derrick stop sucking him off.
While Malcolm fondled him, Derrick unzipped his fly. Sliding his hand down over the ridges of his abs, Malcolm pushed his hand down inside Derrick's boxers and then gasped at how hot and hard he felt in his grip.
Derrick kissed him, put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down on the bed. Now he was free to get his pants off and finally he kneeled above Malcolm, his beautiful body revealed. "You're amazing," Malcolm told him and Derrick stroked both their cocks making him squirm and grunt.
Letting go of him, Derrick told him, "Turn over."
Malcolm obeyed and then felt Derrick's hands on his ass. Next thing he felt was Derrick's lubed finger entering him, then another. As he pumped in and out, Malcolm was panting. If he only went at it a little harder and faster, Malcolm would come, but Derrick knew just when to slow down and just go deep.
The preparation left him trembling with need and so hard. Then Derrick declared, "You're ready." Malcolm was beyond ready. He was begging for it. "Do it, please," he moaned.
His face buried in the mattress, Malcolm felt Derrick pushing his legs up and settling behind him. Entering him with a hard, relentless push, Derrick kept him still with a steely grip.
It was too much. Malcolm was going out of his mind. He couldn't even breathe. Then Derrick was all the way in and letting out a grunt of satisfaction. It felt so right to have Derrick filling him up. Malcolm took in shuddering breaths, then he cursed as Derrick pulled back for another go.
He felt like he wouldn't survive this fuck and that was before Derrick started hammering him without mercy. Every second Malcolm felt like he would lose it, come harder than he ever had in his life. He held off, but then Derrick took hold of his cock. It took only a few strokes and Malcolm had to keep himself from screaming out.
His whole body tightened as he stifled his sounds of ecstasy. Pumping through his orgasm, Derrick was coming too. It was the best thing Malcolm ever felt and then Derrick was collapsing over him.
Stretching out under him, Malcolm reached back to run his hands over his muscular, sweaty body. Derrick kissed his neck and rolled off him.
Their chests rising in unison as they breathed hard, they stared at each other for a long moment before Malcolm leaned in to kiss along Derrick's jaw. Derrick pulled him hard against him and kissed him. His hand trailed down Malcolm's back to his ass.
Malcolm shuddered under his touch, his fingers digging into Derrick's sides as he rasped his name. He was pretty damn sure they were going to do it again.
In the morning, it was so wonderful to wake up with Derrick though it was early and he was still asleep. As he sat up, Malcolm turned and looked over his shoulder at Derrick, regretting that it was Monday and he had to leave him and go get himself and Paula ready.
Just as he was standing up, Derrick's muscular arms enveloped him from behind and he was pulled back into bed. "I have to shower and get ready," Malcolm said, moaning as Derrick ran his hands all over him.
Between kisses and bites to Malcolm's neck and his shoulders, Derrick was telling him, "You're not showering without me."
"If you make me late, my boss will punish me," Malcolm said with a grunt as Derrick pulled him on top of him and firmly took hold of his ass.
"Yes, he will, but only if you want him to," Derrick said and rubbed his beard against the side of his neck.
Malcolm whimpered helplessly. It was hopeless. Everybody was going to be late today.
Chapter 13
Being at work with Derrick was so weird now. Malcolm quickly realized that Derrick wanted to keep things professional at the office, showing no sign that they were anything but boss and employee. Malcolm couldn't blame him, half of the walls in the place were made of glass.
That morning Derrick had a meeting. While he was gone, Malcolm was in his office, putting some files on his desk. He was about to go when he noticed that a desk drawer was partly open and something pink caught his eye. It was the same envelope he saw before that said "From D to K". Before now, he was only curious about it, but now it worried him. Was it really from Derrick, and who was it meant for? Who was K?
Malcolm was dying to find out, but he knew better than to mess with that envelope. He sighed and closed the drawer.
When Derrick got back from his meeting, Malcolm couldn't bring himself to ask him about this K. Not when Derrick looked so serious and didn't even hint that Malcolm meant anything to him.
