Page 50 of The Swap After Hours

I stepped back and helped him slide off the desk, then I led him to the wall of windows. The view of the city and all the people bustling about below was perfect for feeding his voyeuristic needs while none of the buildings that surrounded us were tall enough for anyone to see into my office.

Trevor swallowed hard as I started to undress him, his pulse fluttering wildly at the base of his throat. His eyes darted nervously toward the door. I’d locked it earlier when he wasn’t looking, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

“It’s unlocked, but most of the staff know not to come in unless they knock first. Of course, if they hear you making loud noises, they might get worried and come running in. Do you think you can be quiet?”

The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he gave a jerky nod. Removing the last of his clothing, I stood in front of him, completely clothed. “Look at you, standing naked in my office, where anyone could walk in, anyone could see you through the windows. So, fucking sexy and so damn dirty. Everyone will be able to see what you do to me, what I’m going to do to you, what a dirty boy you are.”

His whole body trembled, and his cock leaked, clear fluid that dripped onto the floor. “Tell me what you want, Trevor.”

He swayed on his feet; his head heavy with desire. Only a small thin line of blue remained around his pupils and his eyelids were at half-mast. “I want you to…”

I stepped closer and tilted his chin up with one finger while my other hand reached down, wrapping around his hard length. He whimpered as I leaned in and kissed him, long and hard, my tongue dueling with his as his sweet taste filled my senses. I would never be able to get enough of this man. Not even if I lived to be one hundred and twenty.

“What do you want me to do?” I reminded him when our mouths finally broke apart.

His eyes found mine and the lust swimming in them had me wanting to drop to my knees and worship him until he spilled every drop of his sweet nectar down my throat. But this was his fantasy and I had vowed to always make him happy. Besides, I was going to enjoy every second of this too.

“M…make me.”

“Excuse me?”

Trevor lifted his chin boldly. “I want you to make me.”

I felt my eyebrows reach for my hairline as understanding sank in. “You want me to take charge, baby? Tell you what to do?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

A wicked grin spread across my face. I was definitely going to enjoy this. Reaching up, I put a hand on his head and gently pressed down. “On your knees.”

Trevor hesitated, as if shocked this was actually happening and then he moved quickly, sinking onto his knees and peering up at me as he waited for the next instruction. “Open my pants and take me out.”

He hurried to comply, unzipping my pants and reaching in to pull out my cock. I was stiff, hard as fucking rock for him. I couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside him, but I didn’t want to rush this.

With his hand wrapped around it, Trevor eyed my cock, licking his lips hungrily. “Taste me.” He started to lunge forward, but I stopped him, tugging gently on his hair until he tilted his face up to look at me. “And you better take it deep. I want to feel my cock buried in that tight little throat; you understand?”

A rapid nod of his head followed a soft moan and then he took me into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the mushroomed head and lapping up the precum that spilled from my slit. I clenched my jaw as pleasure rushed over me like a tidal wave. He’d come a long way since that first timid blowjob and was now able to take me down his throat better than any porn star.

My fingers tangled in his hair as his head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper and deeper inside his hot mouth. He knew exactly the right amount of suction to use to drive me wild. My head fell back as I savored the riot of pleasure he was inflicting upon my body.

All too soon, I was forced to pull out of his mouth, afraid if I didn’t this would all end much quicker than I wanted. Yanking him to his feet, I grabbed him in a blistering kiss that left both of us gasping for air.

I swiftly maneuvered him so he was facing the windows, moving close behind him to press his hands to the glass. “Look out there. How many people are looking out their windows right now, maybe they were just walking past, but they saw you, naked in my office, so they stopped to stare.”

Trevor’s breathing increased, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he got swept away in the fantasy. I reached my arms around him, cupping his cock with one hand, the other splayed across his chest, thumbnail flicking over his nipple until it hardened into a tight little nub.

“They can see us together, see what I’m doing to you, the way I’m touching you. I bet it’s turning them on. Maybe they’re slipping a hand down their own pants, trying to relieve some of the desire they feel from watching two strangers fucking.”

His gasp sounded loud in the room, and I had to fight a grin. “Don’t move a muscle,” I instructed. I moved quickly, pulling the bottle of lube from where I’d stashed it inside my bottom desk drawer.

Good little employee that he was, Trevor hadn’t moved an inch, and I took a moment to savor the view of his body, totally nude, legs spread apart, and his palms flat against the window. He was glorious and he was all mine.

I stalked towards him until I was standing close behind him. ““I’m going to play with your ass now. Would you like that?” He let out a garbled moan I took as a yes. “Of course you’d like that because you’re a dirty boy, aren’t you? You like the idea of people watching you, watching my fingers sliding in and out of your ass, fucking it so good.”

He jumped as a cool wet finger slid down his crease, dipping in to circle his tight hole. I slipped a finger in, just to the first knuckle. His greedy entrance sucked it in deeper, as if it had missed that full feeling.

“God, Donovan!” he groaned.

“That’s Mr. Marshall to you,” I said sternly into his ear, keeping up with the fantasy.

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