My boss, my
lover
“Get your fucking
ass in here, Damon.” Marcus bellowed from the doorway of his
office.
Saving the work I
had been busy on I jumped from the chair and made my way towards his
door, straightening my tie as I went. Taking a deep breath I tapped
lightly on the dark wood door.
“Yes, come in.”
Gripping the handle
tightly, my knuckles turning white, I turned it slowly and pushed the
door open.
Yes, Boss, what's
up?”
“Shut the door,”
Marcus ordered as he stood up from behind his desk and made his way
over to me.
Doing as he said I
then turned back to face him, only to find him just inches away from
me. As I stood there he reached passed me I felt his warm breath on
the side of my face, just before I heard the lock on the door click
in place and as soon as it did I grabbed him and pulled him close.
“Fuck, Marcus, you
certainly know how to keep a guy waiting,”
“You love it,”
Marcus replied, before stepping around me with a smile on his face
and pushing me slowly back to his desk.
I allowed him inch
me back towards his desk and, as my knees hit his leather seat, I
lowered myself down.
“I bet that lot
out there think I'm going to get the boot,” I smirked, looking up
at him, as he bent his head as close to mine as he could without
touching me.
“They probably do
but I didn't get you in here to talk about that lot, did I?”
“So what did you
get me in here for then?”
As I spoke I reached
forward and placed my hand on the back of his neck.
“You, that's
what,” Marcus replied, lowering his head and placing his lips
forcefully against mine.
For a few seconds
our lips just lingered against each others but the aroma of his
aftershave, which I had brought him for his birthday, had the effect
on me it always did and I was quickly forcing my tongue passed his
lips. As we kissed passionately I felt Marcus' hand grasp the,
rapidly swelling, bulge in my trousers and begin to massage me
roughly.
Releasing the back
of his neck, our lips still joined together, I fumbled for the
waistband of his trousers and quickly undid the button and slid the
zipper down. Without looking I eased his trousers and boxers down,
just enough to release his thick, hard, cock, wrapped my hand around
him and began to slowly stroke his shaft.
“Fuck that feels
so fucking good,” Marcus gasped as I moved my hand slowly along his
full length.
For a few seconds I
continued to stroke him before I took my lips away from his, and
looked up at him.
“I bet this will
feel better.”
Before Marcus had a
chance to respond I lowered my head, eased his shirt up a little and,
holding the base of his shaft, opened my mouth and took his full
length to the back of my throat. I began to bob my head up and down,
massaging his balls gently as I did, slowly building up to the rhythm
I knew drove him wild.
As Marcus gripped
his shirt I reached behind him and started to run my finger up and
down the crack of his muscular ass as I continued to suck him
greedily. I desperately wanted him to explode in my mouth, to drink
his seed and as I sucked even faster I eased my middle finger between
his cheeks and began circling his tight hole.
“Fuck please,
Damon, do it to me, make me cum,” Marcus managed to gasp, as my
finger continued to tease him.
I knew he wasn't
going to last much longer and, gripping the base of his shaft
tightly, I slowly did as he wanted. Sliding my finger deep inside him
I quickly found his g-spot and began to run my finger back and forth
over it as I sucked his cock as hard and as fast as I could, without
hurting him.
“Don't you dare
fucking stop now,” Marcus moaned and as his balls tightened in my
hand and his body began to tremble I knew he was about to cum, and
braced myself.
Stroking his shaft,
as I sucked him, I felt his cock suddenly twitch in my mouth, the
first thick stream of his seed hitting the back of my throat
forcefully. Swallowing as fast as I could I continued sucking, until
he was completely drained, before slowly taking my mouth from his
shaft and relaxing back in to his chair.
“Guess I ought to
get back to work now,” I whispered breathlessly, taking a tissue
from his desk and making sure there was no evidence of what we had
been doing on my lips.
“I suppose you're
right,” Marcus moaned before bending down and kissing me on the
lips. “One more thing before you go though.”
“What's that?” I
asked, surprisingly nervous at the thought of what he was going to
say.
“I've got a work
seminar this weekend and I want you there with me.” Marcus said, as
he straightened his clothes and unlocked the door. “Oh and one more
thing, we leave tonight. I'll pick you up at seven.”
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