Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Work was crazy that week, but we managed to make it to Charlie’s early enough to eat dinner with him and the kids on Monday and Wednesday. By Friday, we’d been apart from him less than forty-eight hours and already I was getting itchy.
“Adan,” I said as I knocked on his open office door. “How busy are you?”
He looked up from his monitor. “I have time. Why? Do you need me to jump in on a matter?”
When we didn’t have client meetings, we tended to push business casual to its breaking point. That day, Adan was wearing a gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms, and the top few buttons undone, exposing his bronze chest. I closed his office door.
“You’re sexy. You know that?” I said as I dragged my gaze down his chest and walked around his desk. He was wearing jeans that hugged him in all the right places, and I enjoyed the view as I got closer.
“What were you working on that has you ready to bust out of those chinos?” he said breathlessly.
When I got within arm’s reach, he grabbed my ass with one hand and cupped my bulge with the other, giving me a squeeze.
“Ungh,” I moaned and rocked into his touch. “I’m so hard.”
He climbed to his feet and rubbed his hand up and down my shaft and balls. “Seriously, hon, were you watching porn at your desk?”
I reached for him and returned the favor, making him gasp and then groan. “No. I was looking at those pictures Charlie sent.”
“I haven’t had a chance to open his e-mail yet. I thought it was his usual updates of kid pictures.” Adan pushed against my hand even harder. “Did he finally buckle and send us nudie pics?”
My breath was coming out faster, balls drawing tighter. I rested my forehead against Adan’s and said, “No. It’s the usual stuff. But there are pictures in there from last weekend, including some we took of him at the pool.”
Just the mention of Charlie wet and almost naked had Adan’s breath hitching. “He looked so fucking hot,” he said.
“I know. There’s one you must have taken when he wasn’t looking. It’s a back shot. His suit is clinging to his ass.” I thrust forward against Adan’s hand and bit his neck. “I want in there so bad, Adan.”
“Me too.” He gulped and arched his neck. “Oh Christ. Me too. It’s so good, hon.”
I hadn’t ever had the pleasure of fucking Charlie; we were too young when we were together. But I’d wanted it, thought about it, even dreamed about it.
“He gets off on it, right?” I asked, already knowing the answer from stories Adan had told me.
Neither of us truly enjoyed bottoming. We tolerated it occasionally for each other, liked giving each other pleasure, but it had never been what got either of us going. Two tops don’t make a bottom, that’s what one of our friends said when we first started dating. He was right, but we’d made it work anyway, and we’d found a good rhythm, inside and outside the bedroom. But that didn’t mean we’d lost the desire to push inside a hot body and let go completely.
“Fuck yes.” Adan was breathing harder, rocking faster. “He loves it, Scott. Wait until you see his face when you push inside.” He shuddered. “His eyes get wide, like he can’t believe how good it feels, and he makes these noises like he’s going to die if you don’t go deeper and harder. And he’s the only guy I’ve ever been with who can cum just from getting fucked.”
I gasped and shoved his shirt collar to the side so I could suck on his shoulder.
“Tell me,” I said.
“You have to do it from behind, standing up. The angle hits him just right. I used to bend him over his bed, tell him to hold on, and then I’d grab his hips and go to town.” Adan gulped. “He’d fucking scream his head off when he came like that.” He closed his eyes and licked his lips. “Jesus, I want to see you do him. Want to see your face when you feel how good it is with him. Want to hear him beg for you.”
Making out in the office was hot. Getting off in the office with our receptionist and secretary in the other room and no change of clothes was not a good idea. We moved our hands off each other’s dicks and held each other for a few minutes, letting our heart rates go back to normal.
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” I whispered.
“Me either.”
“I know it’s only noon, but if you don’t have anything that has to be done today, let’s take off early and go over there, okay? I need to touch him, even if it’s just holding him while we watch TV. I just—” I gulped and took in a shaky breath. “I need him.”