Page 19 of Quickies

He slumped with disappointment. “Are you ever going to touch me, Gerald?”

“What a needy slut you are.”

I was still half hard, and with my cockhead wet, I took a step forward. I grabbed the base of my dick and rubbed the length along his cheek, leaving a sticky mark. His tongue darted out, but I stepped back.

“Tsk. Not today. We’re done.” I put my cock into my pants and zipped up. Then I jerked my chin toward his pile of clothes.

With a grunt, he got up and dressed, giving me curious glances over his shoulder. I walked him to the door and opened it for him.

As he walked past me, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “The next time you enter my office after hours and without an invitation, you’d better be prepped.”

He grinned like I’d given him a gift.

It took only six days. On Monday, he knocked on my door at seven. I was expecting him. I’d seen the looks he’d been giving me during the day and knew he’d come. I even had the lube ready in the drawer. The voice in the back of my head that kept saying I was a fool had gotten softer and softer. When Oliver walked into my office, cheeks heated and eyes shining, the voice quieted entirely.

“Lock the door.”

Everybody should have gone, but I wasn’t taking any chances. He turned the lock and sauntered over to my desk. I didn’t lift my eyes from my laptop.

“Drop your clothes and bend over. Here.”

I patted the spot to my right on my desk. Trying to keep my face smooth, I kept scrolling. In my peripheral vision, I saw Oliver move. Fabric rustled, and in a few seconds, he leaned forward next to me, belly on my desk, supporting himself on his elbows, ass up.

“I’m ready,” he said.

I didn’t look his way. “I know.”

He shifted. Sighed. Wriggled. Then he scoffed.

“Quiet,” I said. I put my right hand on his ass cheek to still his fidgeting. “I need to finish reading this brief. You’ll be a good slut and wait in silence.”

Running my hand up and down his ass, I was perfectly aware it was the first time I’d touched him. I was going to make the most of it.

Without a word, Oliver lay down on his folded arms, resting his head on the side, facing me. I felt his gaze on me as I tried to focus on the brief.

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Damn, his skin was so soft. My fingers moved on autopilot, savoring the perfect texture. I ran them up and down his crease, and he spread his legs wider in invitation.

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I really needed to finish reading this damned brief. Skimming along Oliver’s crease, from the top of his ass to his balls, I read the last two pages. Only when I was finished, did I let myself touch the wrinkled star. Oliver sucked in a breath.

Eyes pinned to my laptop, I teased his hole, feeling him shudder. Then I slowly opened the drawer and pulled out the lube bottle. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and found his hole again. He whimpered softly when I pushed the tip of my finger into him.

Feeling evil, I tapped the trackpad with my left hand and opened my emails. Then I began pushing my finger in and out of Oliver’s hole, slow, deeper on each thrust.

“Fuck. You’re sick, Gerald.” He groaned. I’d found his gland. “Fuck…”

“Quiet!”

I added a second finger, and Oliver squirmed and moaned.

Scrolling down, I pretended to read. I didn’t see the letters. The slick heat around my fingers was all I could focus on. I could feel Oliver was just as turned on by the game as I was. I began shoving my fingers into him with force, rubbing his gland roughly. Was he sensitive enough to come from that? Judging by the sounds he was making and how he pushed to meet my hand…maybe?

I slapped my laptop shut and stood.

“Spread yourself.”

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