Page 20 of Quickies

He grabbed his ass cheeks and held himself open, and I plowed my fingers in and out faster. I added my thumb, pressingon his taint from the outside, and Oliver mewled. The high-pitched sound had my balls aching.

“Can you come like this?”

“Yes! Don’t stop!”

Oh, I wasn’t stopping. I was fascinated by him. He gripped the edge of the table and writhed while I milked his gland.

He wailed with his orgasm, the sound almost painful, and his cum splattered onto the floor under the desk. I sank into my chair and unzipped. Fuck, he made me horny.

Looking at me over his shoulder, he licked his lips.

“On your knees. Suck my dick.”

Oliver grinned victoriously. He seemed a little wobbly when he pushed off the desk and turned to kneel in front of me. He wrapped his pretty lips around my cock and sucked me down, taking me almost to the root. He had porn star cock-sucking skills. What a wonderful boy. A needy bottom with an oversensitive P-spot and no gag reflex. Was he looking for something long-term? I could see myself fucking this boy every day and never getting bored.

He bobbed his head, closing his eyes. He savored my cock, making small, yummy sounds as he laved the underside with his tongue.

“Yeah, you like a big fat dick in your mouth?”

A hum of agreement.

“You’re a piece of work, boy. Sucking your boss off under his desk. Such a nasty slut.”

He let go with a pop and gazed at me with glittering eyes.

“I love your cock so much, sir. I am a slut for you. Will you fuck me, sir?”

That clever shit. Calling me sir and batting his eyelashes at me… He mouthed my cock again and sucked with vigor, gazing at me with big puppy dog eyes.

“Not today.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair and enjoyed his strangled grunts as I finished into his throat. He swallowed everything.

He looked a little subdued as he slowly dressed. Had he been hoping to get fucked already? I didn’t want to rush to the main event in case it was all he was after. On the other hand, I was supposed to be the mature one here.

“Oliver?”

“Yes, sir?”

I smirked at the “sir.” He’d called me Gerald just a short while ago.

“What are your expectations?”

He froze, his lips parted. I could see his mind working behind those clever eyes. “I’m attracted to you, Gerald. I’ve wanted you since the first day you glowered at me from across the conference room.” He gulped. “If I’m being completely honest, I’ll take whatever you can give me. I mean, it’s early days, right? Even if this is just a fuck for you, I’m okay with that. We can just have fun. But… Um…”

I raised my eyebrows. He was cute when he was flustered “But?”

“I’m single and…I want a relationship. With someone. One day. So…if we keep it casual, I will want to keep looking.”

No way in hell. “And if we don’t keep it casual?”

He grinned, blushing adorably. “Then I’d like to be your good boy.”

Three weeks later

“Oliver, it’s your last day today, isn’t it?” I asked loudly, making sure all my employees currently crammed into the officekitchen heard me over the awful music. It was Friday afternoon, and most people would be leaving in a couple of hours. I’d allowed for a short coffee break and asked our receptionist to buy a simple chocolate cake. Oliver was only an intern, and organizing a whole farewell party would seem over the top. I didn’t want to raise too much suspicion until he was safely employed somewhere else. Then I wouldn’t have to give a shit about who knew we were dating.

“Yes, sir,” Oliver said brightly, his eyes twinkling.

“Can you step into my office for a few minutes?”

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