Page 9 of Not So Casual

“Get on my desk, Elias.”

“Wh—why?” I can barely move, and he wants me to climb onto his desk?

“So, I can suck that pretty dick of yours.”

Oh! Shit. “Okay,” I breathe out, standing up shakily on Jello legs. I hastily undo my pants and shove them down my legs, before sitting on the edge of the desk. Leaning back, I toss my head back and groan when Alexander takes me into his mouth, working my dick hard and fast with both his hands and mouth.

Releasing my shaft, he looks up at me and whispers, “shh. You don’t want someone to hear you, do you?”

Shaking my head no, I slap my hand over my mouth, enjoying the warmth of his mouth as he sucks me hard. He uses one hand to massage my balls while the other holds on to my thigh, squeezing hard. Before I’m ready, a tingle races down my spine, my balls draw up tight, and I spurt ropes of cum in his mouth, his hand moving to stroke me through my orgasm.

Alexander pushes his chair away from the desk, giving me space to jump off and get myself back together. I stand there in silence, pulling up my pants, avoiding eye contact with him. The only sounds in the room are both our panting breaths.

“Elias,” he says gently, and I wince.

I already know what he’s going to say before he says it, and when he confirms my thoughts, my heart drops.

“We can’t do that again.”

Nodding my head, I pick up my stuff and exit his office as quickly as I can, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

Alexander

Three hours later, I’m on my knees, Elias’ dick in my mouth for the second time today. I know I said we shouldn’t do this again, but now that I’ve had him, I’m already addicted. Addicted to the way he moans my name, the way his hands grab hold of my hair as he tugs, and god, the way he tastes. I’ll never get enough of him.

“Fuck, Alexander. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Humming around his shaft, I take my time, trying to draw out his orgasm as long as I can. He finishes in my mouth at the same time I come all over the floor, both of us panting heavily, staring at each other.

“Can’t do that again, huh?” Elias sasses, pulling his pants back up.

Grumbling incoherently, I stand up, fixing myself before grabbing some tissues and cleaning up the mess on the floor. Making my way over to my desk, I toss the tissues into the trash. Sliding my hands through my hair, I let out a massive sigh before looking at Elias.

“What did you need?”

“Oh, I was just coming in to see what you wanted for lunch. But you just ate.” He winks at me, fucking winks, and I groan. “So, when will we not be doing this again?”

“Elias…”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. We can’t do this again, and all that other bullshit you’re about to spew out of your mouth. Make up your damn mind, Alexander.”

I’m about to say something about this being a bad decision when he quickly grabs his iPad and leaves my office, slamming the door on his way out.

Fuck.

Putting my head in my hands, I sigh loudly, hating myself. I didn’t mean for it to happen again, but when he walked into my office, I knew I had to have him again. Before he was able to get two words out, I was on my knees working his pants open. I don’t even remember getting up and making my way to him. All I remember is his soft squeak of surprise, followed by his heavy panting.

My phone rings, and I lift my head toward the sound, noticing Elias’ extension coming through. Picking up the phone, I croak out, “This is Hayes,” to which he quickly replies, “your next appointment is here,” and hangs up before I can reply.

Setting the phone back down, I rub my temples, berating myself for giving in. Since the moment Elias first walked through my door years ago, I wanted him. I wanted to see him naked and thrashing beneath me, to see his pretty lips stretched around my cock, to feel his hole strangling my dick while he bounced on my cock. But when he told me he needed the job because he wanted to pay for school and to get experience, I knew he was off limits. He had goals for himself, and I didn’t want to risk ruining that by putting my hands on him.

I’ve never been in a serious relationship. There’s never been a man I wanted to have more with, until Elias. And that scares me. He has goals and ambitions, and he still has so much to learn, being so young. I’m older, set in my career, and have never been with the same man more than a couple of times. He doesn’t need to be wrapped up in my spider web.

Opening my office door, I put on some hand sanitizer before I step outside, quickly scanning for Elias at his desk. His head is down, writing something on his iPad, not making eye contact with me. It stings. The rejection. Turning my head, I make my way over to Mr. Thompson and offer him a handshake.

“Come on in, let’s chat.”

Heading back to my office, I try to catch Elias’ eye, but he quickly smiles at Mr. Thompson and avoids my gaze once more. Sucking in a breath, I rub at my chest, the dismissal hurting.

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