Page 51 of The Swap After Hours

Goose bumps skittered across his flesh. “Sorry, Mr. Marshall.”

“I can overlook it if you take the rest of my fingers silently. Do you think you can do that? Can you keep quiet while I stretch you open?”

Trevor’s head jerked up and down quickly, his lips pressed tightly together, so he wouldn’t accidentally make a sound. God, he wanted this so bad, and I was the lucky man who got to give it to him. It almost made me sorry I’d waited so long to do this, but the time hadn’t been right before.

We’d had to keep things private for a long time, but with the announcement of our engagement and subsequent wedding, the whole world now knew he was mine and I was his. Now, we were free to do whatever we wanted behind closed doors and openly show our affection. It was freeing in so many ways.

I reached around him, stroking his cock in long, slow pulls as I worked a second finger inside him. His forehead landed on the glass, his breath fogging it up as he panted through the sweet, torturous invasion to his body. I stared down as I added a third, watching them disappear inside that tiny pink ring of flesh.

“I think you’re ready for more, aren’t you?” I purred in his ear. “Are you ready for my cock, Mr. Reed?”

Another shiver shook his body. “Yes,” he hissed.

I let go of his cock, reaching up to wrap my hand gently around his throat instead. I saw his eyes widen in the reflection of the window, swallowing audibly when I applied a small amount of pressure. “Then I need to hear you beg for it.”

“P…please, Mr. Marshall. Do it.”

“Do what?” I demanded.

“Fuck me. Fuck my ass with your big cock. Please,” he pleaded as I slicked myself up behind him.

“Tssk, tssk, tskk. You want me to fuck you with all these people watching? You really are a naughty boy, aren’t you, Mr. Reed.”

Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed onto his hips and pulled his ass back towards me, practically bending him in half. His hands scrambled for purchase on the slick window, but I didn’t wait for him to be ready before I thrust my cock inside, burying myself to the hilt in his snug, wet channel.

He let out a groan, but I shushed him. “Careful. You don’t want anyone to rush in here to see what’s wrong, do you? What would they think if they came running in and saw you like this, naked and bent over with my cock in your ass.”

Trevor let out a strangled cry, biting his lip to try and keep quiet. I knew how loud he could get when we fucked. Alone in our home, I loved seeing how many times I could make him scream, so I knew this had to be killing him.

I was so turned on, having gotten caught up in the fantasy myself. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last long and from the way Trevor’s cock was straining, neither was he. I doubled my efforts, reaching around to stroke his cock while my hips moved in hard, punctuated thrusts, tunneling my cock deeper and deeper inside his body.

I must have hit his prostate just right because he let out a loud gasp, going up on his toes with the force of my thrusts. A few short moments later, his body stiffened, and I watched as long, white ribbons of cum shot out of his cock and landed on the window. The sight of it dripping down the glass was enough to send me over the edge, my forehead pressing between his shoulder blades as I filled him with my seed.

I tucked myself back into my pants and helped him over to the leather couch where I lay him down then I went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. After cleaning him up, I stretched out beside him and pulled him into my arms. It was a tight fit, but we made it work.

“Was that all right?” I asked, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head and breathing in the scent of his sweet, clean sweat.

Trevor huffed out a laugh. “It was better than all right. Best. Husband. Ever!”

I chuckled. “I’m glad. I rather like making your fantasies come true.”

“You’re so good at it,” he whispered, burying his face in the spot between my neck and shoulder. I shivered as he placed a kiss there.

We lay there quietly for a long time, each of us lost in our own thoughts and relishing the feel of being in each other’s arms. Eventually, he started to get chilly, so I helped him get dressed, kissing him between every article of clothing.

“Why don’t we get out of here a little early today? Pick up some Chinese take-out and go home and watch movies.”

Trevor slid his arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around his waist, holding him close. The smile he gave me took my breath away. “Who are you and what have you done with my surly, work-a-holic boss?”

I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “He found something much more important than work.”

He practically melted in my arms. “I’m glad no one else knows what a romantic you are, or they might try and snatch you away from me. Most of New York City is already jealous that I took you off the market,” he teased then he paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. “I guess this means you won’t be on the most eligible bachelor list again this year. Or any other year from now on.”

I laughed. “That’s fine with me. I’m very happy being married to you and I don’t care if the whole world knows it.”

His smile turned sublime. “For better or worse?”

I lifted him up off his feet and kissed him soundly. “Till death do us part.”

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