Page 45 of The Boy from Half Moon

His warm mouth felt amazing. I sunk into the soft leather of the couch and grabbed the sides of his head, bringing him over me. “We shouldn’t be doin…” I began, moaning before I could finish my thought. My cock liked this. A lot. “Fuuucccckkkk,” I groaned. “All the way down your throaty-throat, boss man.”

Alec had my entire dick down his throat and then bobbed up and down like a sword swallower. My cock was not average by a long shot, but he showed no signs of a gag reflex. I gripped the back of his head and forced him down my shaft, holding him there for a few seconds. He gasped for breath, so I released him.

“I fucking love that,” he growled, swiping at his mouth when he disengaged. “You’re nastier than I thought, baby.”

“You done yakking, boss?” I growled. “Suck it!”

Alec had me back in his mouth in a flash. I glanced down and saw that he had his dick out and was jacking off. The entire scene was filthy, and I should have heeded the million alarm bells ringing in my head, but a very talented cock sucker was between my legs. I was just a guy, and it had been far too long.

I maintained a firm grip on the back of his head and face-fucked him, lifting my hips off the leather and meeting him with force. The more I abused him with my thrusts, the more thrilled he seemed to be, moaning and slobbering like the champ he was.

Big fucking mistake, Tate. Closing my mind off to the warnings was becoming impossible. Who cares? He’s just a cock sucker. None of this matters. I focused on the incredible feeling, thrilled I was three sheets to the wind and would last much longer than usual. He could take all night as far as I was concerned. Remember what Tyler told you. This is a mistake. Who said common sense was fun? I’ll deal with it tomorrow.

“Yeessss!” I moaned, gripping his shoulder while one hand controlled the back of his head. “Suck my dick, fucker!”

Maybe I’d underestimated Alec as possible date potential. Obviously, he could suck a watermelon through a straw. A talent I could appreciate. Luke didn’t want to have sex with me. That’s what he said. There you go, Tate. Lie to yourself. Blame Luke.

“Get ready,” I growled, lifting off the couch, my feet on the floor, supporting the arch of my back, and still face fucking him hard. My need to shoot my load was intense. Any caution warnings knocking on my door just got warehoused.

Alec moaned loudly just as his own ejaculation happened, but he remained focused on mine, working my cock relentlessly as my body stiffened, the first warning that I was nearing an orgasm.

I sat up, repositioning Alec directly over my lap so I could use his head as a fuck hole, pounding my cock into his mouth. Relief was close. Goddamn! This felt good. Worry about it tomorrow, Tate. Right now it’s go-time.

“Fuuucccckkkk!” I roared, convulsing as my load blasted from my nuts, jetting up my shaft before spilling into his waiting mouth. “That’s fucking it, boy! Suck that cock! Fuuucccckkkk!” I growled one final time, relaxing back on the couch.

You are so fucked now, Tate.

* * *

A gentle nudge woke me. The urge to hurl was strong, so I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, fighting the nausea. Another nudge.

“Good morning, sunshine.” I cracked one eye open and looked at who was talking to me. “There he is,” Alec said, holding a glass of fizzy water. “Drink this, baby. You’ll feel so much better.”

Hearing the word baby woke my memory up real quick. “What time is it?” I asked, sniffing the contents of the glass he handed me. My nose involuntarily scrunched up. “Eewwww. What is this?”

“It’s eight, and that is my famous hangover concoction,” he answered. “How’d you sleep?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “Like a log?”

Alec took the glass back and sat it on the coffee table. “Be sure to drink all of that,” he said, motioning to his witch’s brew. “I’ve laid clothes out for you on my bed. We’re basically the same size, so you can wear my clothes to the office today.”

“I’m going home,” I corrected, attempting to sit up before vertigo introduced itself. “Ugh,” I moaned, leaning back again. “Eventually, that is.”

“Fun night, huh?” Alec stated. “One of us enjoyed the open bar.” He pointed to the glass again. “Drink it. Trust me.”

He left the room and headed down the hallway behind me. I felt like absolute shit. The three-piece tux I’d worn the night before was forming a trail of instant regret across the floor. Ending with the slacks still arranged on the floor like I’d stepped right out of them.

Stepped right out of them? “Oh, Jesus!” I muttered. I looked under the blanket covering me. I was butt naked. My boxers were hanging from a side chair a few feet away.

“You’ll stay home today, baby,” he yelled from somewhere behind me. “Don’t worry. I’m the boss. No need to call in.”

It was at that precise moment that the prior evening came flooding back. Every single scene. My boxers still hung five feet away. Taunting me. We warned you.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: Luke

Jed and Josiah were still at the store, working on a delivery. I glanced at the wall clock. Half-past five, and they showed no signs of leaving.

“Why don’t you head out, Luke?” Jed hollered through the shop window. “We’ll sweep up tonight, brother.”

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