Page 13 of Convenient Rivals

“No talking,” Gregory snapped.

Gregory pulled down his jeans, freeing his cock, which was already dripping wet. He pulled on it a few times to relieve some pressure, but he was close to blowing. He took a bottle of lube from his desk drawer.

“Do you need prepping?”

“No, just get inside me,” moaned Oscar.

There was something so hot about a guy this size begging for Gregory to take him apart. It was his kryptonite.

He lubed up his cock and shoved two fingers inside Oscar with the excess. He was tight, but he’d said he didn’t want to be prepped, so Gregory lined his cock up at Oscar’s hole and pushed in.

“Fuck, you’re huge.”

“Told you not to make assumptions,” he chuckled, as he pushed all the way in.

Oscar let out the filthiest groan. Gregory didn’t give a fuck that they were in his office and could probably be heard. In this moment, with Oscar’s tight heat gripping his cock, he just wanted to own him.

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard, and Oscar pushed back against him, begging for more. Oh, how Gregory loved a greedy bottom slut. He snapped his hips repeatedly, fucking into Oscar’s tight hole; it was glorious. The beast of a man was a blabbering mess underneath him. Gregory could spend hours pounding this hole, but he was close, and couldn’t hold back. Normally, he could stay in complete control when he was fucking, but the way Oscar kept tightening around him was making it difficult.

He tilted back on his heels so he could change the angle, and knew Oscar was doing his best not to cry out with pleasure. How loud would he be if there was no chance of them being heard? He couldn’t think about that now as Oscar tightened around him, as he let out a loud groan and his body shuddered. Gregory used one of his hands to reach for Oscar’s cock, which was dripping with his release. Knowing he’d made Oscar Montgomery come untouched was enough to send him over the edge, and his cock pulsed out his release inside his hole. It was one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He kept thrusting, milking every drop out of his cock.

As his breathing and heart rate slowed down, reality crashed back in. Gregory had not only just fucked his high-school bully and crush, which was fucked up enough, but he’d loved it. He had put Oscar in a box many years ago, and now he’d broken out and it was messing with Gregory’s head. This had been a huge mistake. He had to get out of here, but they were in his office, and his cock was still inside Oscar. Gregory could hear him breathing heavily, no doubt wondering what the fuck had just happened between them as well. Gregory pulled out and put his cock away. Before Oscar could say anything, he got in first.

“You can see yourself out.”

Gregory walked towards his bathroom, not looking back. Once he was inside, he locked the door and turned on the water, before sitting on the floor and wondering how he’d allowed that to happen and why he’d just walked away after having the best sex of his life.

CHAPTER4

OSCAR

December was almost here, and business was busier than ever. It had been a hectic month, but despite working sixty-hour weeks, his mother hadn’t let up on trying to marry him off. He had to give her credit for her varied tastes in men. After he’d said Laurence wasn’t his type, she’d assumed he was into younger guys – which was why it was nine o’clock at night and he was sitting across from someone who could only be described as a child.

Theodore Kingsley, from a very well-connected family, was sitting across from him. His hair was immaculate and his eyebrows were plucked within an inch of their lives. He’d ordered a porn star martini and was now sucking seductively on the straw. From what Oscar’s mother had told him, there were only four years between them, but Theodore looked much younger. Anyone watching them might assume Oscar should be on some form of list.

“I never heard what you did for work,” said Oscar.

They had to talk about something. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he was rude on this date as well. There had been another four between Laurence and Theodore, and there was one thing they all had in common – they weren’t Gregory Balfour. That day, when Gregory had fucked him into oblivion over his desk, was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life. Oscar wanted more, but the man was avoiding him. There had been a couple of social gatherings which both their parents had attended, but no sign of Gregory.

Oscar shuffled in his chair, not wanting Theodore to see he was hard from where his thoughts had taken him. He didn’t want to give the wrong impression.

“I have a lot of charity initiatives I’m involved in,” said Theodore, pouting his lips, which Oscar guessed had been pumped with filler.

Charity initiatives were upper-class code for unemployed and living off Mummy and Daddy’s money. Even if Oscar were interested, that would be a huge turn off. He wanted a partner who would work hard for his own success, and not have it handed to him. Perhaps he should find a nice blue-collar worker. He snorted at the thought of the look on his mother’s face.

“What’s so funny?” asked Theodore with one of his overly plucked eyebrows arched.

“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking of something someone said at work.”

“Well, that’s rude.”

“Excuse me?”

“Here I was sharing something that’s important to me and you’re not even listening.” He pouted, which could be cute if he wasn’t so conceited.

Theodore was attractive, and he knew it – probably had men wrapped around his little finger – so Oscar wondered what he was doing here. This date was already a bust, so he may as well ask the question.

“Why did you agree to go on a date with me, Theo?”

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