Page 40 of Lying to the Boss

His heels dig into my ass, pulling me into him and grinding against me. We’re both hard, clearly wanting to fuck, and we will.

Not what I came here for, I really did expect to fix the toilet and go, but… I just can’t help myself when the opportunity is right there in my face. He’s hard to ignore, especially when I see him every day at work and can’t have him. I think about it all the time, and I wasn’t lying when I said I jerked off thinking about him last night. He’s been the only thing I think about while coming lately.

He presses his hand to my chest, rolls me onto my back, and straddles me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man in this position, and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, his hands touching me everywhere as he grinds against me. I find his waist, holding on, feeling extremely impatient to be inside him.

“Do you have condoms?” I ask when his mouth moves along my jaw and down my neck.

“No,” he says, and the disappointment is overwhelming. He lifts up to look at me. “But I’m clean. I swear. I was tested right before I left Boston. Pretty sure I have the results in my email, so I—”

I press my finger to his lips. “I believe you,” I whisper. “And so am I. I can show you.”

He shakes his head, moving my hand away.

“I trust you,” he whispers, as he kisses the side of my mouth, then my lips. Just thinking about coming inside of him has me reaching for his waistband, eager to feel him around me.

“Take off your shirt,” I tell him.

He sits up and tosses his shirt away as I pull his pants down as much as they’ll go. We maneuver ourselves to get undressed until we’re both naked. I give his cock a few pumps, just wanting to feel his steel softness in my hand. A bead of precum pulses from the tip, and I swipe it up with my thumb to smear along the head of his cock.

“You’re going to make me feel so good,” I whisper. “Please tell me you at least have lube.”

He smirks. “Of course I have lube. What do you think I jerk off with?”

“The tears you cry after working for me all day.”

He laughs. “Just that first week.” He kisses me again, this time more gently. “You’re not that bad,” he admits softly.

“I’ll remember that.”

He leans over to dig through the nightstand drawer and pulls out a large bottle of lube.

“Wow, you really are prepared,” I say.

“It was cheaper to get the big bottle.”

“And judging by it being half empty, you’ve had a lot of fun.”

He pours some into his palm. “What can I say? I have a hot boss.”

“I’ll remember that, too.”

“You sure you have enough space in that old brain of yours?”

I spank his ass, causing him to yelp. “Not too old to fuck you.”

“Exactly what I’m hoping for,” he moans as his lubed hand grasps my dick, squeezing and stroking teasingly.

“Don’t forget yourself,” I say, sliding my hands up his thighs.

More lube is poured into his palm; he snaps the bottle shut and tosses it on the other side of the bed. He lifts up on his knees, reaching out and I see the moment he enters himself by the pleasure on his face. My stomach heats, my body tingling as I think of how he’s making himself feel good—as I watch him do it. His muscles tense, breathing hitches, and his lips part as his breathing grows heavier.

“You’re so sexy,” I tell him.

He hums a sound that tells me he heard me, but he’s too busy. Fine with me. Completely fine with me.

“Does that feel good?” I ask.