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We stared at each other, Dan’s ragged breaths between us.

“I guess this is it then?” Dan asked.

And with that, the decision was made for me.

We weren’t done at all.

11

Dan James

Not only weren’twe done just yet, but right after kissing me senseless like he was trying to suck the taste of his come from my mouth, Andy then jerked me off, pulling my cock out and whispering some of that evil, filthy dirty talk that got me harder than anything had ever before, and with a hand that was slightly callused and absolutely unrelenting, he all but tore the orgasm out of me, eating my moans with his mouth, then putting his come-dirty fingers in it.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, especially since he didn’t look away from me for one second while he was doing it, his pale blue eyes dark and intense.

He was such an asshole, he justknewwhat he was doing to me. His arrogance and confidence drew me in like a thrall and fuck if I wasn’t eating all of it up as much as I hated him for it.

It didn’t help that my chest was still tingling secretly from his praise, from the way I’d felt when he was commanding me and I was sucking him deep, when my mind felt a little floaty and I just focused on the sensation of him on my tongue and brushing against the walls of my mouth.

For the first time in a long time, I’d felt like I didn’t have to worry about anything, I’d felt like sucking him was the center of my world, and even if that was a little fucked up, the fucking relief and giddiness that had come over me from that fact had made me harder and my chest warmer than ever before.

I didn’t know how or why, but Andy Jacobs had managed to get a vicious grip over both my mind and my cock, and I needed to be careful if I didn’t want to grow addicted to it.

Once we went home, we did it all over again, clothes lost in the entrance as we hastily made our way to the shower, where Andy got on his knees and sucked me off like his life depended on it, and then, after we finally went to sleep, each of us to our own bedroom, I finally thought it was over.

But then next morning, bright and early, Andy had been in the kitchen, about to go to the gym to check up on things as he did most Saturdays, but instead, one look at each other, and he had been on me, kissing me stupid, before I got on my knees and all but begged for him to fuck into my mouth like he had last night. He hesitated at first, saying something about having a sore throat, but one very convincing hungry look up at him from my lowered position had been more than enough to convince him, and all of it had ended with his come in my mouth and my toes curling with his hand in my pants and his lips against my own.

That had been four days ago.

And we hadn’t stopped running our hands all over each other ever since.

Something had changed in that stall.

And I didn’t know how to stop it.

Which meant that somehow, someway, we ended up repeating the whole thing again and again, day after day, first during the weekend and then even after our workdays, which were basically spent trying not to fidget in my seat in my office–his office–as I counted down the hours until I could have him all to myself, when no one would be looking, and I could stop pretending that I didn’t want his hands on me all over again.

This was a purge, I decided. Simply a way to get each other out of our systems, nothing more.

So I just kissed him a little harder and let myself enjoy the possessive grip of his hands on my skin a little more, because what was a little more gasoline to an already burning inferno?

I chanted that excuse in my head as we stood in the bathroom,ourbathroom, right after we’d had a shower, my back flush against his front as we stared at each other in the mirror. One of Andy’s hands kept me pinned against him as we were half bent, my hands against the counter, and he explored my body, my chest, my stomach, watching water droplets fall off me as with the other he held my cock, giving it evil, lazy strokes after I had already come.

“Aren’t you getting tired of my cock yet?” I asked, as Andy trailed hungry kisses down my neck.

He chuckled, leaving a playful bite on my shoulder.“Why, you want me to leave you hanging? Not let you come?”

Of course the asshole would have an overstimulation kink and of course I would also have one too.

Because I loved it. I loved how he commanded me, how he used me, and even when it hurt, my hips tried to push into his grip, sending shivers up my spine.

I shouldn’t have wanted to come, I’d just done it, but fuck if the need wasn’t already raising up my balls, little painful pinpricks lighting me up with each soft touch.

Still, I forced myself to say, “I meant in general. Don't you have new conquests to get to?”

The question had been haunting me for days, and as much as I’d tried to brush it away every time, telling myself to take what was given and not question it, it kept coming back.

It might be one thing to allow this to happen twice, but we had been at this for almost a week already, and as much as I should know better, I didn’t want this to stop. It was definitely a no-strings-attached situation, but it still wasn't Andy's style. I couldn’t deny I felt a hint of apprehension at the thought that he might one day show up and say we were done, but at the same time, I wanted to fight against it.

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