Page 3 of His Dirty Obsession
A sudden groan and a spurt of spunk shot out of his pulsing dick, falling to the floor. His abs clenched with every spurt. One, two. Each one with the same force as the previous one. I was close myself and bit back a moan as I came, pressing my fist to my mouth, trying to muffle my cries.
I couldn’t believe I’d just done that, but I didn’t regret it. A small part of me wondered if he’d wanted me to find him.
Tempting me.
Taunting me.
And I was all for it.
Chapter 2
Ben
Myphoneringingbroughtus both out of our post-orgasmic daze, and realising he might catch me, I ran into the nearest room, narrowly missing being spotted by Xavier. Why the hell had he done that in my kitchen, and just how bothered by it was I?
I thought I knew the answer to that one, judging by the sticky mess I now held in my hand. I spied a quick glimpse of Xavier’s naked arse as he darted by the door, and, after a few seconds I ventured into the kitchen to retrieve my phone and check who had called.
Bloody Richard.
I might have known. He seemed to have a knack for calling either at the right time or at the worst time. Today, I wasn’t sure which it was. Before I called him back, I needed to clean up. Cooling cum in your briefs was not the best way to start the day, nor would it be good to sit in a long Zoom meeting with a client feeling sticky and wet.
I crept up the stairs, avoiding the creaking step yet again, finally making it to my bathroom undetected. A quick shower and a change of clothes, and I was in my office, ready for my meeting.
“I’m off out.” Xavier popped his head around the door, looking freshly showered and all kinds of edible.
“I thought your audition wasn’t until later?”
“It is, but I’ve got a few things to get beforehand. I’m not sure plain jersey briefs will be enough if I have to strip.” There was that green tinge again, and I must admit, I felt sorry for him.
I wasn’t sure they’d be looking at his briefs if he had to strip off, but I tried to make light of the situation and put him a little at ease.
“Maybe a sparkly purple pair or silver, that’d be sure to catch their eyes,” I joked.
“Yeah, not sure they sell those in H&M.” He smiled back, a twinkle in his grey eyes as he spoke.
“Not sure they sell them in any of the high street stores. You might need a sex shop for those.”
“I think you’re right. There’s this little place I know. They might have something.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, as if deciding where to go, before directing his gaze at me, pinning me in place.
I thought again about his earlier show in the kitchen, and I would swear I saw a smirk. Did he know? Had he seen me? Worst of all, had he heard me?
“I should go anyway. I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you have things you need to take care of while I’m out. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
He turned to leave, but not before throwing a cheeky wink my way.
That fucker!
My phone rang again, and I scrambled to answer it, still a little in shock from our encounter.
“Hey there, gorgeous.” Richard’s soft voice purred in my ear. He had the most sensual voice I’d ever heard, yet the language that came out of that mouth was often the foulest.
“Hey, Dick. What can I do for you?”
“Stop calling me Dick for a start, and you know what I’m calling for. It’s been a while.”
“It’s been a month, Dick.”
“A month too long.” I could imagine the look on his face, the pout on his lips.
