Page 42 of The Swap After Hours

“Donovan!” I shouted out a warning as my spine began to tingle and my nuts pulled up tight to my body, but he didn’t let up. Lifting his head to take my cock further down his throat, he worked his finger in and out of my ass, hitting that wondrous spot with unerring accuracy.

My toes curled so tight I was surprised they didn’t cramp, and I let out a loud shout as I began to come, shooting a seemingly endless amount of cum down his throat. My orgasm barreled through me like a freight train, and I nearly blacked out from the force of it. In fact, I might have because the next thing I knew, I was lying on top of him, my head resting on his thigh and his hard cock against my chin as I struggled to breathe.

I felt boneless as Donovan shifted out from under me and rolled me onto my back. He knelt beside me, looking like a statue of a Greek god and as naughty as a porn star as he took his cock in hand and quickly started stroking.

Through my hazy, orgasm-drunk mind, I noticed something white at the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t until he licked it that I realized what it was. Desire punched through me at the thought of my spunk on his lips and my cock made a valiant effort to get back in the game, but it was all in vain. Donovan had drained me dry.

His green eyes were dark as he stared down at me and I reached up, cupping his heavy balls in my hand. “Fuuuuck!” he groaned, his movements becoming jerky. A couple more strokes and he came, long thin ribbons of white landing all over my chest, my chin, my lips.

When he was done, he bent down and licked the cum from my lips, coating his tongue with it before he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth, tasting both of us. I held onto the back of his head, my fingers curling in his hair as I sucked on his tongue.

He traced his finger gently down my cheek. “Was that all right?”

“Perfect.” I answered softly. I wished we could freeze time and stay like that forever. “Donovan, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” I moved around so I was sitting up at the foot of the bed and patted the empty space beside me. He looked curious as he took a seat, watching me quietly. Nerves got the better of me and I shot to my feet, pacing the floor in front of him. He reached out and snagged my hand as I walked past, giving it a little squeeze of encouragement. “Trevor, whatever it is, just say it.”

“You’re right. I’m being ridiculous. It’s just…things have been so great between us, and I feel close to you. I care about you a lot and like you a whole lot and well?—”

“You want to know what will happen when we get back home?” he guessed.

My shoulders slumped, thankful to have the question out there. “Yes.”

Donovan pulled me gently by the hand until I was standing in between his legs. We were still totally naked, but neither of us seemed to care. I was comfortable around him and thankfully, he seemed to feel the same around me.

“So much of this is new for you, so why don’t we start by you telling me what you want to have happen.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, giving careful thought to his question. What did I want? I’d never been in love before, but my feelings for Donovan were stronger than anything I’d ever felt and much different from the way I felt about Doug. If it wasn’t love yet, then it was pretty damn close.

“I want to keep seeing you. I want to spend more time with you, not only at work, but in the evenings and on weekends too. I think we’re good together and I want to see where this can go,” I answered honestly.

His smile was beautiful. “I’d like that too. It may not be easy, and we’ll have to be careful?—”

“I know. No one at work can find out about us,” I said.

“Well, yes. Of course, we need to maintain our professional relationship in front of others, but there’s also the paparazzi. All those trashy magazines that like to write articles speculating about me and who I might be involved with.”

“So, we won’t let any of them find out. We’ll keep this between you and me…and maybe Doug because he’s my best friend and roommate and he’s going to notice if I don’t come home some nights. But he would never tell anyone, I swear.”

Donovan laughed, his green eyes shining with happiness. It was a good look on him and I vowed to keep it there as much as possible. “That’s fine. You can tell Doug, and I’ll tell my mother. She’d never forgive me if she heard it from someone else first.”

“Good, that’s settled. Now, I have one other question.”

“What’s that?”

“How many times do you think we can make each other come in the shower before we need to start packing?”

CHAPTER 16

TREVOR

I grabbed a can of Coke out of the fridge, shutting the door quietly in case Doug was still sleeping. It had been late when we’d gotten back home from Paris the night before and he’d already been in bed, so I had no idea what his schedule was for the day.

Climbing out of Donovan’s car and walking into my apartment alone had been one of the hardest things I’d ever done…until I woke up alone in my bed. My feelings for him were so consuming that I felt the loss of him like a physical ache, which may sound strange to some people.

After all, we’d only recently admitted we had feelings for each other, but the truth was, those feelings had been growing for months now. Donovan knew me better than anyone else in the world. In many ways, even better than Doug who had known me almost my whole life.

I knew a lot of that came from us working so closely together. We’d spent practically every day over the last few months in each other’s pockets, working ten-to-twelve-hour days shut up in the same office together, so it would stand to reason that we’d be close.

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