Page 46 of Corporate Bondage

Satisfied that he was ready, I removed my fingers and squeezed his ass. “I want you to be on top.”

I changed our position by lying on my back. Armed with the condom and lube, he kissed me before grasping my cock in his hand. He lowered his lips to the head and sucked me into his mouth without warning. My sigh converted into a moan as his lips descended my length. He pulled on my dick with his lips, humming at the back of his throat, and the vibration tingled up and down my spine.

He released my cock with a soft pop and quickly rolled a condom down my length. He smoothed the lube over the condom and reached behind him to rub the excess into his hole. Dropping the lube to the bed, he straddled me, and I grasped my cock at the base while he positioned himself. Slowly, he pressed down, the tip and crown slipping in with a grunt from him and a moan from me. He slid down to take in more inches before retreating then pressing down to claim more.

With gentle upward thrusts, I penetrated him deeper, grasping his ass and pulling him down until I was completely inside him.

“Oh fuck! Fucking hell, Keith!” he moaned before he began riding me. I hissed between my teeth, watching the etches of pleasure on his face as he moved harder and harder against me. I grasped his cock, rubbing my thumb over the slit where his precum rested. I jerked on his cock to match the rhythm with which he rode me. He braced his hands on the bed, leaning back as his hips moved forward and back.

His bedroom turned into a mating nest dominated with grunts as desires grew in excess of what we could handle. Pulling him forward to lean on my chest, I grasped both his cheeks and thrust upward, grinding into him. His groans grew louder as he met each of my thrusts. I released his cheeks and allowed him to take over, so I could pay attention to his cock and ensuring we were at the same place or damn near it.

“On your knees,” I told him, grasping him by the waist and lifting him from my cock which was no mean feat to do. He complied, planting his forearms on the bed and positioning himself the way I instructed. I knelt between his legs, one leg upright as I filled him up again. His hand fished between his legs to grasp his cock as I drove mine deep inside him.

“Oh fuck, yes!” He reached behind me to grasp my ass and pull me harder to him, dictating the way he wanted it. “Ah! Fucking fill that hole, man! Get in there real good!”

His enthusiasm from the bottom was the Viagra I didn’t even need, but I was going to fucking take it. Grasping him by the shoulders I fucked him until he was pounding the bed and eating sheet. His body buckled under the intensity of the passion burning between us a few seconds before I did. He shouted his release, grasping his cock and nutting into the bedsheets. I ripped the condom from my cock and knowing exactly what I needed he flipped onto his back. I straddled his shoulders and grasping the base of my cock stroked myself twice. His mouth latched onto my crown, and I stared into his eyes as I emptied my release down his throat. Strangely enough, I had never felt so full before. He swallowed and licked his lips before making a face.

I laughed. For the first fucking time after sex, I laughed so hard tears sprang to my eyes. He pretended to scowl at me, but it didn’t work because his lips twitched.

“Well, it does taste horrible,” he said defensively. “You should taste it and you’ll see.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” I slid down his body and kissed him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth and collecting my lingering release. I freed his mouth and grinned at him. “Not bad, but it’s no rum ice cream for sure.”

He laughed, his stomach quivering and then he slowly turned serious. I didn’t want to spoil the mood just yet so I got off him and hopped down the bed. I stretched a hand out to help him off. “Come on, where’s the bathroom? We have clean up to do.”

“This way.”

His bathroom was smaller than mine, but the shower was just the right size to accommodate two grown men of our stature. We washed up in silence, and when we were almost done Gio dropped his washcloth and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He kissed my shoulder. “Thank you for coming back.”

“You’re turning sappy on me again,” I half-joked.

“I’m serious, Keith. I don’t think I can take us breaking up anymore.”

“We didn’t break up, silly. We just had an argument.”

He sighed. “But it was a really big one. You didn’t even yell before you left. No caveman tactics either. You just left.”

I turned to him wiping the water out of my eyes. “You wanted me to yell?”

He nodded. “Yes, your yells I can handle. It’s your silence that makes me worry.”

Giving him what he wanted, I backed him up against the bathroom wall and poked him in the chest. “How could you lie to me after all we went through together? Shit went down between us, but we never lied to each other!” He winked at me. “How was that?”

“Almost convincing.”

I scowled at him. “Gio, I’m tired of being angry, of letting the rage control me. It’s okay if you still have feelings for Tate. I guess you can’t help it no more than I can help my feelings for you.”

“That’s why you were so upset?” he asked. “You think I’m still obsessing over Tate?”

“Well, aren’t you? Isn’t that the reason you didn’t mention someone was trying to pop off Bryan?”

The color rose in his cheeks. “Keith, I’ve been foolish. I never stood a chance with Tate, and any relationship between us would have crashed and burned. What I felt for him was an obsession. He has been the only constant in my life since college. For me, being with him symbolized always having him there for me. I love Tate but as a friend. It’s not the same as what’s between us. In fact, tomorrow I plan to make a formal apology to both Bryan and Tate for interfering. I want to put that to rest once and for all so we can concentrate on us.”

I didn’t reply because I wanted to believe him so badly, but this was too good to be true. I never got happily ever afters. Gio ran his hands up my chest and was about to lock them around my neck before he changed course and rested them against my shoulders instead. “Keith, there’s nothing more I want than to be with you. I don’t intend to hide it either so tonight having dinner with my parents, I finally told them I was gay.”

He really was going all out. I felt like the changes I made was insignificant to the steps he had taken to show me how much he wanted us. “Did they take it well?”

“It could have been worse,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m hoping that when I take you to meet them they’ll feel better about the whole thing.”

I stemmed the rising panic from his announcement that he wanted me to meet his parents. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him no, but I couldn’t. Not after everything he had done and was willing to do for us.

“Don’t expect miracles, Gio,” I warned him gently.

Armed with a knowledge of my past I couldn’t fathom why he was so proud to introduce me to his parents. I wasn’t exactly the perfect boyfriend material.

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