Page 59 of Up In Flames
Touching my cock made me realize how fucking hot I was for him. My dick twitched in my hand, and I clamped down on the base, staving off my orgasm. I bit back a laugh and took a few deep breaths to steady myself.
With my cock slick with lube, I indulged in a little bit of teasing, working a finger in and out of Oren’s hole, spreading the lube, getting him ready for me. He was warm and loose from my tongue, slick from the lube.
“Will.” He dragged my name out with the last of his patience.
I pulled his cheeks apart with one hand and used the other to guide my cock to his hole. He took a deep breath, and I pressed inside.
Being inside him bare took my breath away. It whooshed out of my lungs, and I stilled, sweat beading on my forehead. The back of my neck. Oren inhaled deeply again, and I slid in slowly until I was fully seated. Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth against the nape of his neck. Oren arched up into me, his ass swallowing me further.
God.
I squeezed my eyes shut, took a few breaths, and tried not to fucking come in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
He reached for me, his hand finding my arm. Blindly, he slid his hand from my elbow down to my wrist. I twined our fingers together, then rocked my hips forward hard and fast, punching the air out of him. Oren gripped my hand and moaned my name.
No sound had ever been sweeter. No one had ever felt better. Oren was everything I’d always wanted but had known I’d never have. And yet somehow I had him. Hot and sweet and fucking perfect for me.
I lost myself in him. In the heat and the motion. He turned his head, and we shared a sloppy, imperfect kiss. Oren made the most delicious sounds. Whines and moans urged me on, made me thrust harder, sinking myself deeper.
“Harder, Will. Fucking—fucking harder,” Oren begged.
I sat up, digging my hands into his hips to drag him with me. He bent his knees and pressed his hands into the mattress. He tipped his head back, and I pulled him to me as I thrust forward, driving the air out of his lungs.
The sound of flesh slapping filled the room. My heart beat so fast it threatened to burst, but I couldn’t stop. I drilled into Oren, fucking him so hard I saw stars. He sat up, suddenly changing the angle of entry, and his ass gripped my cock tighter. Wrapping my arms around him, I pressed kisses against his sweaty back.
“Can’t last.” Words were hard. All my brain power was being used to commit every moment of this to memory.
“Touch me. Will. Need you to touch me.”
I couldn't deny him anything. Unwilling to stop to get lube, I spit in my hand then gripped Oren’s cock. Saliva smeared together with precum. It was sticky and not enough, but after only a few tugs, every muscle in Oren’s body snapped tight. He threw his head back, pillowing it against my shoulder. He turned his face toward me and pulled me into a kiss.
Then he came. Ribbons of cum shot out of his cock. Oren trembled in my arms, writhing on my lap, driving me deeper than I thought possible. Even if I’d wanted to stop, I wouldn’t have been able to. My release slammed into me like a freight train with no brakes. Releasing my hold on Oren’s cock, I slid my hands up his torso. Gripping onto his shoulders, I drove him down as I fucked up into him. It only took a few thrusts like that before I stopped breathing. Before every atom in my body felt like it collapsed in on itself. Then released.
Air rushed into my lungs. My heart started beating again. And my hips jerked, fucking into Oren as I came so hard my vision swam.
“Holy fuck,” Oren breathed, melting into my embrace as we tried to catch our breath. “Love having you in me. Fuck, that was hot.”
I kissed the top of his shoulder. Smoothed my hands down his legs. Up again. Up his sides. “You feel okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Oren turned his head and caught my gaze with his own. “You could never hurt me.”
From his lips to the universe’s ears.
CHAPTER 27
Oren
Simon was the kind of boss that had a door on his office, but it was never closed. Well, almost never. It had closed about fifteen minutes ago when Hal was called in there, and it hadn’t opened up again. I tried not to pay too much attention to it, but it was strange for Simon’s door to close. He took most of his client meetings in the nearby conference room. Probably because, even with the invention of technology, his office tended to quickly drown in stacks of files.
Waiting for Hal to reappear was like waiting for the teacher to come back into class after stepping out to talk to the principal. I did my best to keep myself on task, but after thirty minutes, I started to wonder if they were talking or if they had a secret office affair going on.
The door swung open and Hal, completely composed, not a hair out of place or a wrinkle in his clothes, came over to me.
“Simon wants to see you.” There must have been something on my face that gave my apprehension away because Hal dropped a hand onto my shoulder and gave it a supportive squeeze. “It’s fine. I promise.”
“Famous last words.” I stood and crossed the room, slipping into Simon’s office with a knock on the door frame.
“Come in, Oren. Shut the door if you wouldn’t mind.”
