Page 76 of Body Count

He must have muted himself because he said, “What’s up?I’m on a call.”

I shook my head.Then I got onto my hands and knees and crawled under the desk, pushing my way through the kneehole.Darnell was a big guy, and he hadn’t left me a lot of space, but I made it work.

“Gray,” he whispered.

He was wearing jeans I’d bought for him.They looked good on him.Made his legs look good.I ran my hands along his shins.I cupped his knees.And then I rubbed higher, my thumbs dragging against the inside of his thighs.

“Gray,” he whispered.“Knock it off.”

“If you’re on mute,” I said, “you don’t have to whisper.”

“This is an—this is an important call!”

His dick was already starting to harden when I touched him.I worked his zipper down, and he grabbed my hand in one of his own.

“This isn’t funny.”He squeezed my fingers—not quite enough to hurt, but trying to send a message.“I’m telling you I’m uncomfortable—”

I wrenched my hand free and reached through his fly.His dick was stiff now, and it took some finessing to work it out of his jeans, Darnell alternating between labored breathing and hissing the whole time.That was the thing about Darnell: you had to keep pushing and pushing until you got to the place where he wouldn’t give any more.He wanted you to.He liked it.

He had a nice dick.Not huge, but a decent length.Cut.Fat.He tasted salty and slightly musky when I took the head in my mouth.I closed my lips around him and let my tongue go to work.

“I’m sorry,” Darnell said; to me, he sounded strangled.“I’ve got to jump off this call.I’m really not feeling well.”

Some frantic clicking followed, and then he said, “Gray, stop.Gray!Gray, that was a big meeting—”

I pulled off with a pop and ran his dick along my cheek.I hadn’t shaved that day; I didn’t have much of a beard, but he whimpered at the contact with my faint stubble.I buried my nose in his bush and drew in a deep breath.His hand came to rest on the back of my neck, fingers digging into muscle, and then he pulled me back and thrust into my mouth.He grunted with satisfaction.He shifted his grip to my hair and began dragging me back and forth.His own personal jack-off toy.A little fuck doll.The Halloween edition, I thought and almost laughed again.With the bloody eye and the scars.

His sounds of pleasure changed, deepened.He began to thrust into my mouth.His dick hardened even more.

I pulled off again, ignoring the discomfort as his fingers tightened in my hair.My voice sounded wrecked, just the way he liked it, when I said, “I want you to fuck me.”

He was flushed, and sweat dappled his forehead.“You interrupted my meeting.”

I ran his dick along my cheek again, kissing lightly at the shaft.

He moaned, “Gray.”

Twisting free of his grip, I backed out from under the desk.It wasn’t until I stood that I realized I was hard too.Hard, and leaking, a wet spot showing against the thin nylon of the shorts.My balls ached like I was backed up, like I hadn’t come in—in forever, maybe.He had fucked him in our bed.In our house.I smiled as I touched myself through the shorts and backed toward the door.

“I’ve got to work,” Darnell said.

“We’ll be quick.”

“I need to get back on that call and apologize.”

“That’s not what your dick thinks.”Somehow, I kept the smile on my face.“This can count as our check-in.It’s basically homework.You don’t even have to enjoy it.”

Darnell gave me a look, but he was already getting up from his chair.As he came around the desk, he tugged his polo over his head and let it fall on the floor.He was a big guy.Strong, but with a nice, soft bod that was great for cuddling.Hairy arms.Hairy chest.Even a little hair on his shoulders.I let him catch me at the door.He ran his fingers under the straps of my tank and tugged me closer, and then his hands moved down, following my arms, slipping around to my back, cupping my ass through the tiny booty shorts.He’d always loved my body.Even now, after everything else, the old, familiar rush of having him touch and look and want made it hard to keep my head straight.

“Why are you being so naughty?”he asked huskily as he bent to kiss me.

He kissed me on the jaw next, then on the side of my neck.His beard scratched pleasantly at bare skin as he slid my shorts down.The fabric pulled tight against my dick in a way that hurt, but it was pleasant too.His dick was still hard and rubbing against my bare thigh.He followed my crack with one finger and toyed with my hole.After a moment, his other hand came around and freed my trapped dick.He held it loosely, his thumb playing with the slit, as he kissed along my collarbone.

I shuddered and let out an unsteady breath.Then I grabbed his arms and pulled him into the hall, toward our bedroom.He came with me, chuckling at our uncoordinated movements—me because I had a hand on my dick and my shorts halfway down my thighs, and him because I was dragging him with me.

In the bedroom, I dropped onto my knees again and undid the button of his waistband.I yanked his jeans and boxers down until they puddled around his ankles, and then I leaned in again, pressing my nose up under his dick, lapping at his balls.When I tried to take him in my mouth again, he stopped me.

“Slow down, sweetheart.”

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