Page 23 of Convenient Rivals

“Spit it out, then,” he said, taking off his jacket.

“Will you look at me, Gregory?”

He turned around, and as their eyes met, the heat crackled between them. Fuck. Why did he have to be so gorgeous? He walked behind his desk, sitting down and gesturing for Oscar to do the same. He needed to calm down.

Oscar ignored him and walked round to Gregory’s side of the desk, dropping to his knees. His hands went to Gregory’s belt, but he paused, looking him directly in the eyes, pleading for permission. Gregory looked up at the ceiling, trying to get his brain to come back online, but it was no use – seeing Oscar on his knees was impossible to resist. He looked him in the eyes and nodded. There was no hesitation. In less than three seconds, Gregory felt the wet warmth of Oscar’s mouth around his cock. He couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure. Oscar knew how to use his mouth. Last time they’d been outside in the dark, but now he could see Oscar’s mouth stretched wide around his girth, as his cock slid further down his throat. Oscar kept eye contact the whole time, making it even more intense.

“You take my cock so well,” said Gregory, stroking Oscar’s hair. “Take it all.” He arched his hips until he could feel Oscar’s lips against his trimmed pubes. “Such a good boy.” He patted his hair again.

Oscar’s eyes watered, but he held Gregory’s gaze. He felt a vibration through his cock as Gregory purred at the compliment. The eye contact was getting too intense for Gregory, and he was feeling things he shouldn’t be, especially with this man. He needed to get out of his head.

“Bend over the desk. I’m going to fuck you.”

This time, Oscar took off all his clothes, and Gregory could see all the muscles of his body, and a light dusting of hair on his chest, which had been clipped. It suited him. His cock was impressive – not as thick as Gregory’s, but he had a nice length.

Gregory gestured with his head for Oscar to get ready for him. He took his trousers off, but left his T-shirt on, then grabbed the lube and stood up, looking at the glorious arse presented to him. Oscar’s pink hole, so inviting. Gregory dropped to his knees, pulled Oscar’s cheeks apart, and licked across his entrance. Fuck, he tasted so good.

“Has anyone been in this hole since me?”

“Er... no, I mean... no, there hasn’t.”

Gregory chuckled against Oscar’s sensitive skin. It was such a turn on to have him unable to speak. Even though there could be nothing more than this between them, knowing nobody had fucked Oscar since their last encounter almost three months ago was making his cock even harder.

He used his tongue, probing and licking, to open Oscar up. Gregory gripped his cock hard, so it hurt and took the edge off his desperate need to come. That wouldn’t be happening until he was buried inside Oscar. He slicked a couple of fingers up with the lube, warming it before bringing them to Oscar’s hole. Oscar took his first finger with ease, so a second quickly joined it. He was tight, but his body was relaxing, eager to be fucked.

“Look at you, all needy to have my cock inside you. Do you want me to fuck you hard, Oscar?”

He groaned, mumbling something.

“I need to hear the words.”

“Yes, please fuck me, as hard as you can. I’m ready.”

Gregory scissored his fingers in and out a few more times as Oscar kept begging. He wasn’t one to keep a man waiting for his cock, so he slicked himself up and lined the head up with his hole. Instead of easing in, he wanted to test how much Oscar could take, so he thrust in hard.

The loud moan of pleasure had probably made the traffic at Piccadilly Circus stop for a second. Gregory didn’t give him a chance to adjust as he ploughed into him again. He’d never known someone to take his cock so well, with minimal prep; it was like they were made for each other.

Gregory had to get thoughts like that out of his head. He was being driven purely by testosterone right now as he thrust harder into Oscar. Nobody could hear them this time, and he was letting go, not stifling his pleasure.

“Noisy bottom, aren’t you? You love taking my fat cock in your hole, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me harder... please. I can take it.”

Gregory was happy to oblige as he gripped Oscar’s hips and fucked him as hard as he could. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed around the office, Oscar moaning in pleasure as Gregory hammered his prostate.

He could hear Oscar’s breathing getting harder. He was close. Would he come untouched again? Gregory was doing all he could to hold back his own release, but he could already feel his balls tingling.

“Nobody takes my cock as well as you do. Such a good boy.”

Oscar screamed out his release, tightening around Gregory. It seemed like Oscar had a praise kink, and the thought was enough to send Gregory over the edge. He didn’t hold back either as he roared out his release, emptying inside Oscar. Gregory kept thrusting as his balls emptied, then rested against Oscar’s back as he regulated his breathing. His logical brain was coming back online, and he was flooded with regret. Of all the men he could be the most sexually compatible with, it had to be Oscar fucking Montgomery.

His softening cock slid out of Oscar, followed by a trickle of his come. It started running down those giant tree-trunk legs, and Gregory knew if he kept watching, he’d be hard again in seconds. All he could do was walk away, like last time, and lock himself in the bathroom.

After fifteen minutes of catastrophising in the shower, he dried himself off and threw a towel round his waist, and the T-shirt he’d been wearing. As he walked back into his office, he was shocked to see Oscar, fully dressed, sitting in his desk chair.

“What are you still doing here?”

“We needed to talk, remember?”

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