Page 26 of His Dirty Obsession
Shit, shit. I righted the cup and picked up a wad of tissues, mopping it up. I was still trying to concentrate on the screen in front of me, all too aware of the show happening behind it. I glanced at my screen again, making sure I was still on the call. I was, thankfully, but when I looked up to watch Xavier, he’d disappeared, no longer dancing in front of me. Instead, he was on his hands and knees under my glass desk. I could see him touching himself, stroking that massive cock of his.
All my blood flowed south, and my cock filled. I needed to end this call. The distraction was all too much.
“Ben, you seem a little distracted. Is everything OK?” My colleague looked concerned, but there was no need. I was more than OK.
“Erm, yes. Sorry, I spilled my coffee.” It wasn’t strictly a lie, but I couldn’t tell him I had a fit guy on his knees in front of me, masturbating. “Can we reschedule? I need to get this mess tidied up.” Plus, I needed to concentrate on the man before me.
Thankfully, he agreed, and I ended the call. “Jesus, Xavier, get up off your knees.”
“I don’t think so,” he said and reached forward, running his hand up my thigh toward the hem of my shorts. By now, my cock was rock-hard, poking out of the bottom. He touched the tip with his finger, rubbing the precum into the tip of my dick, coating it.
He carried on rubbing himself before leaning forward, licking the head of my cock. I groaned loudly. Good job I’d ended the call.
He suckled, tasting me and licking me before pushing my shorts up, exposing me to him.
“Yes,” I muttered, throwing my head back. “Don’t stop. It’s so good.”
And it was. He sucked me down deep, hollowing his cheeks before pulling off again. He was a master at this, but I could see he was uncomfortable. A tall guy like him couldn’t be comfortable all bent up under my desk.
I scraped my chair back and stood, moving over to the easy chair.
“I think we’ll be more at ease over here, don’t you?”
I slipped my shorts off before sitting down, spreading my legs wide. Xavier’s eyes lit up, and he slowly crawled towards me. That’s what I liked to see, a man on his knees before me. Before long, he had his mouth on my dick again, working it like a pro.
He wanked me with one hand, bringing me so close to finishing, his other hand working furiously on his own dick. He didn’t seem to have any trouble getting hard when I was around.
He paused momentarily, come streaming down his hand and dick as he came. I’d never seen a guy come so much, and that vision alone was enough to set me off. I tensed as I came, pulsing into his mouth, impressed as he swallowed every drop.
“That was some way to end the meeting,” I said when I got my breath back. “And honestly? I don’t think you’ll have any problems with dancing and stripping. You definitely got me going.”
“Yeah? You’d best not come to opening night then. I don’t think I’d be able to stay soft knowing you were there watching me.”
“Then I definitely think I should come to opening night. That’s one sight I wouldn’t want to miss. Now come kiss me, and then I have to get ready for my next meeting, and this time, no distractions.”
Chapter 11
Xavier
IwasrightwhenI said I didn’t think we could keep our hands off each other. Since that first night we’d got together, it had been hard—no pun intended. Every opportunity we got, it was mutual hand jobs or me on my knees in front of him, his dick down my throat.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved every moment, but what I really wanted was his dick in my arse. I was beginning to think that he wasn’t into anal, that this was as much as we were going to get. I’d be disappointed. Sure, it wasn’t the end of the world, but I really, really wanted him.
We spent most nights together now, either in his bed or mine. Usually his as it was bigger, which helped as he was a huge bed hog.
Tonight, though, it was the opening of the show and contrary to what I’d said before, I really wanted him there. Him and Ava. This was unfamiliar territory for me. I’d done shows before; plays, musicals, a few comedies here and there, but a full-on strip show was completely alien to me.
“You awake, Ben?” I asked, kissing his shoulder.
“No, I’m still sleeping.” He really wasn’t a morning person, hated them in fact, which was why I was usually first up to make the coffee.
“Okay, I’ll just lie here, quietly panicking.”
“You’ll be fine. I told you this. Ava and I will be in the audience giving you moral support. Don’t forget, I’ve been on the receiving end of one of your strip scenes more than once.”
This was true. After that first time in his office, we’d role-played a few times more, each time having the same ending. Not that I was complaining. We both got off; I was just getting…frustrated. And a little desperate.
At every opportunity, I’d strut around the house completely in the buff. I’d wiggle my arse in his direction, trying my best to tempt him. Occasionally, we’d both end up coming, or I’d end up with a sharp slap. I was happy with both, and Ben seemed to be too.
