Erotic Short Stories 2

by Lynn Hagen

  That was when I saw him. A man who would star in my jackoff sessions for the next year. He was sitting behind his desk, looking down at his laptop, but he glanced up at me, one brow raised.

  I was gonna faint or orgasm or both. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen, with an aura of power that seemed to crackle and sizzle around him. Not literally, but he did look fierce.

  “You already rushed into my office,” Mr. Kershaw said. “Why bother knocking now?”

  He hadn’t said it in an asshole sort of way. More like amused. I felt myself blush as I stared into gorgeous dark eyes. He had a low-trimmed beard and mustache, short, black hair, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, and was wearing a suit that probably cost more than I made in a year.

  He was dreamy with a side of yummy. He was what I called man-beef. And I wouldn’t mind checking out Mr. Kershaw’s beef. “I have a call for you.”

  I crossed the carpet and jiggled my cell phone. “Mr. Bruske.”

  His brow hiked even higher. “Why is he on your cell phone?”

  “Long story.” I handed him the phone, and he took it.

  “Alexander,” Mr. Kershaw said, as if they were longtime friends. “How’s it going?”

  Mr. Kershaw spun in his expensive leather chair, giving me his back. I wasn’t sure if I should stay and wait for my phone or go back to my desk.

  I decided to go back to my desk. No sooner had my butt hit my seat than the woman who had talked to me when I’d first gotten there—I really needed to learn her name, but the uptight woman hadn’t given it to me—approached.

  She slapped a thick manila legal-sized envelope onto my desk. “This should have been sent out an hour ago.”

  “I wasn’t even here an hour ago,” I reminded her. I’d kowtow to Mr. Kershaw. I wanted to save Chad’s job, but I’d be damned if I would be treated like puppy chow by this woman. I didn’t even know who the hell she was.

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “Watch it, Mr. Wolfe. If you want to keep your job here, you’ll do better.”

  I had no clue what her problem was. She didn’t even make sense. When she turned and walked away, I looked around to make sure no one was watching me, and then I flipped her off.

  “I saw that.” Mr. Kershaw headed toward my desk. “Penny is hard-nosed, but she runs a tight ship. I wouldn’t get on her bad side.” He handed me my phone. “Someone named Sonny Bunny called. He wanted to remind you about Pride Pump this weekend.”

  I groaned. Pride Pump was the hottest gay club in town and the best place to get lucky with hot guys. If Mr. Kershaw ever showed up there, he would be devoured by every bear in the place or hit on by every twink.

  “Though he asked for someone named Derek.”

  I hadn’t lasted thirty stinking minutes. Chad would string me up by my balls for this. “My brother’s phone is broken, so his friends call me to give him messages.”

  The lie had just flowed freely, so I went with it.

  He studied me before giving a slight nod. “Hold my calls. I’m heading over to Mr. Bruske’s office to go over the contracts.”

  Like I know how to use this damn phone system anyway. “Sure thing, Mr. Kershaw.”

  He grabbed the envelope Penny had laid down and tucked it under his arm before walking away.

  I leaned back in my chair, checking out his ass. And damn if it wasn’t a really fine ass.

  * * * *

  “Chad.”

  I sat there trying to figure out how to make a schedule. The computer wasn’t being very nice to me. Every time I entered the date, the space became way too big. If there was one thing I’d learned today, it was that I hated Excel.

  And the phone system.

  And Penny because she kept coming out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of me, her eyes like a hawk’s as she appraised me and moved on.

  “Chad.”

  I chewed on my thumbnail and wondered if I could call my brother and have him walk me through this.

  “Chad.” A hand came down on my desk, making me jump. I looked up to see Mr. Kershaw standing there glaring at me. “In my office, now.”

  Now what the hell did I do? I didn’t bother to ask. I hopped up from my seat and hurried behind him, checking out his sexy backside.

  He entered the office first, then I ran in next. But Mr. Kershaw moved behind me and closed the door. The clicking of the lock sounded like my doom. Why on earth was he locking me in his office? What worried me further was the stern look on his face.

  A man this handsome shouldn’t wear a scowl. The expression made him appear terrifying instead of sexy. “What did I do wrong?”

  Mr. Kershaw took a step toward me. I backed up until I was pressed against the wall. I didn’t like being intimidated, but I kept telling myself not to freak out, to save Chad’s job if I could.

  “You need to tell me who you really are.” He slammed a hand on either side of my head, boxing me in, making me tremble at the feral look on his face.

  “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Cut the crap, Derek. How big a fool do you think I am?” He was so close that his masculine scent wrapped around me, making my cock perk right up, even though this was the worst time ever to get a boner. But I couldn’t help how my body reacted. Mr. Kershaw was so sexy my teeth ached.

  I didn’t know what to say. It was apparent I was about to get Chad fired, and I would more than likely get my ass kicked from the way he was looking at me. I’d never seen a man so pissed.

  “I—” My thoughts fled. See, this was why I needed to stick to cutting hair. This office work was for crap. I hadn’t lasted a full day. Chad was gonna kill me, but I’d warned him up front that I would screw this up. No way could he put this shit on me.

  When Mr. Kershaw grabbed my jaw, I yelped, too afraid to move. His dark blue eyes drilled into me, and I sent up a prayer he wasn’t about to kill me and bury my body beneath some loose floorboards under his desk.

  His thumb traced my jaw. His lips were so close I felt his breath skitter across my face. It smelled minty with a hint of chocolate. “You’ll explain to me who you are and why you’re here, or I swear I’ll make you regret stepping foot into my building.”

  Mr. Kershaw’s threat made me want to pee myself. “Okay! Okay!” I threw my hands up, but I couldn’t move my head. He still had it in a tight grip. “My twin broke his leg and I was trying to do him a solid by filling in for him so he wouldn’t get fired,” I wailed. “Please don’t chop me up into little pieces and feed me to some pigs.”

  I’d heard somewhere that if you starved pigs long enough, they could consume an entire human body in no time—except the teeth. All that would be left of me was my teeth. The thought made me lightheaded.

  “Pigs?” His brows furrowed.

  I curled my lips in. I wasn’t saying anything else. I’d already spilled the beans and Chad would definitely be fired, but further embarrassing myself was an option I refused to take.

  “Look,” I said, and Mr. Kershaw finally released me. My jaw didn’t hurt from the grip, but I still moved it from side to side. “I’ll leave. I’m sorry for deceiving you. That wasn’t my intention, but I just wanted to save Chad’s job.”

  Mr. Kershaw took a step back, placing his hands on his powerful hips. I did love a man in a suit, and fuck if he didn’t look good enough to worship. I had a hard time concentrating as my gaze slid over him.

  “Why didn’t you just tell me that from the beginning?”

  I snorted. It wasn’t a dignified sound, but I didn’t care. “I know jack shit about office work.”

  “I could tell. I thought maybe Penny was losing her touch by hiring you, or should I say your brother?”

  “Please.” I took a tentative step forward, splaying my hands. “Don’t blame this on Chad. He was so excited to get the job, and it would kill him to lose it.”

  “But he played games,” Mr. Kershaw said.

  “He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body,” I argued. “He wasn’t doi
ng this to…fuck.” I rubbed my forehead. “Just…never mind. I’ll break the news to him that his dream job is gone.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  My head snapped up as hope blossomed inside of me. “Yes?”

  “I can have a temp fill his position until his leg heals.”

  I wanted to hug the guy but was afraid he would slug me. “Thanks!”

  The side of Mr. Kershaw’s mouth curled into a wicked smile. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled me by my arm, dragging me close. Our chests collided as he cupped the back of my head.

  “Been thinking about doing this since I laid eyes on you. Now that you’re no longer my employee, I feel no guilt about this.”

  I opened my mouth to ask what he was talking about, but his lips descended on mine before I could utter a word. That minty chocolate taste invaded my senses, making me whimper as I pulled at his belt, desperate to feel the weight of his cock in my hands.

  I’d been thinking some really naughty thoughts, too, and I wanted to make them a reality.

  With a snarl, Mr. Kershaw spun me and bent me over his desk, trapping me between his muscled body and the wood. With no shame, I jutted my ass, trying my best to press it against his pants-covered cock.

  Office sex. Oh my God. Who knew that would become a fantasy for me, or better yet, a reality? I just prayed he wasn’t a tease. I wanted to feel those muscles pounding into me, making me slide over his highly polished desk.

  My mind was so scattered that I became confused when he moved away from me. I looked over my shoulder, my brows furrowing.

  “Undress.” His command told me I better obey, but I was never one who could follow directions or liked being told what to do. Still, did I want to be bratty and pass up an opportunity I may never have again?

  Nope.

  I kicked my shoes off and stripped in five seconds flat. “How do you want me, Mr. Kershaw?”

  “Maximus.” He brushed my hard cock with his knuckles, his gaze greedily drinking me in.

  “Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “This is my office fantasy, and I want to call you Mr. Kershaw.” I leaned back against his desk, my hands on either side of me. My mind was still blown that I was about to have sex with him. The image was the only thing I’d thought about all day.

  And that stupid phone system.

  He slid his finger under my chin. “Very well, Derek.”

  I loved that he called me by my name and not my brother’s. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

  Mr. Kershaw unfastened his belt and freed his cock, and oh my fuck, I was in lust. My mouth watered and my hole ached as I stared at how well he was hung.

  “Get on all fours on my desk.” Mr. Kershaw started stroking himself, and my brain short-circuited.

  I was pretty sure there was drool clinging to the side of my mouth. I licked my lips, and I could still taste the minty chocolate flavor.

  I tore my gaze away from his hand and stared up at him, a grin surfacing. “Tell me you need me to take notes.”

  “I need you to get your sexy ass on my desk so I can pound into your tight hole,” he snarled. “Now do as I say, or I’m zipping up.”

  “Oh hell.” I swooned. “Boss me around like that again.”

  I was gonna have as much fun with this as I could before I headed out the door, never to see this stallion again.

  I walked around the desk and climbed on, trying my best not to knock his laptop over. He moved in behind me then opened a drawer. When I looked over my shoulder, he was lubing his fingers. I didn’t bother to ask why he kept lube in his drawer.

  Did I care? Hell no.

  He shoved three fingers inside me, making me cry out. “Do that again and I’m gonna slug you.”

  His chuckle slid over me like a lover’s caress. “I highly doubt that.”

  The threat had been worth a try.

  Soon his cock was replacing his fingers, stretching me wide, making my hole burn as I cried out his name. “Mr. Kershaw!”

  “You better be taking damn good notes.” He slapped my ass. “Or you’ll be working overtime.”

  I loved that he was playing along. I spread my legs farther apart, pushing my ass higher into the air. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Kershaw.”

  One hand clamped down on my nape, and the other gripped my hip. And just as I imagined, I slid across his desk, but his hold kept me from falling over.

  My eyes crossed and my jaw dropped when he thrust his cock inside my ass, but I didn’t threaten him this time. I was too busy having my brain rattled by his hard and deep strokes.

  Soon the office filled with the sound of slapping skin. I curled my fingers around the edge of the desk as I thrust backward, meeting him stroke for stroke.

  “Oh hell!” I shouted as he pistoned into me. “I’m close, Mr. Kershaw. So damn close.”

  My buildup had my cock drooling all over his desk, and I hoped it left a stain for him to remember me by. I was definitely going to remember this day for years to come.

  Mr. Kershaw grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, giving me a sloppy kiss as his dick pounded my ass. My buildup climbed higher, making me whimper into his mouth.

  I came as soon as he came, feeling boneless and ready to take a nap as soon as it was over. Mr. Kershaw pulled free and kissed my spine. “Next time I’ll use handcuffs.”

  Next time? I couldn’t have been more thrilled with his statement. He helped me up, and I stumbled to the leather couch in the corner of his office, where I quickly dressed.

  “And next time you’ll meet me at my penthouse.” He scribbled something on a paper and handed it over.

  It was his address and phone number. I grinned at him, glad I’d let Chad talk me into filling in for him. “So, I take it this will be ongoing?”

  He slid his hand over my jaw and gave me a sensual, toe-curling kiss. I guess I had my answer.

  Blue Smurf

  “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

  I rolled my eyes at the corny pickup line. That was the best the hunk had to offer? My dead grandmother could’ve done better than that. But I was horny, and the guy was cute, so whatever. Just as long as he kept quiet while having sex, he was doable. I hadn’t had sex in a month and was so horny I’d fuck a flag pole at this point.

  With a fake smile, I turned to the college jock and licked my bottom lip. He really was cute. The guy had thick blond hair, and startling green eyes. He was beefy, his shirt too damn tight, showing off his mountains of muscles.

  “It sure did,” I said. “You gonna massage my body and take the pain away?”

  His brows dipped as he stared at me like I’d spoken a foreign language. Cute, but not bright. His friends laughed and shoved at Jock’s shoulder, egging him on to seal the deal.

  With another eye roll, I turned back to the bar, grabbed my Blue Smurf drink, and headed away. I didn’t have time for adolescent boys.

  The club was already too fucking hot. I was sweating, and I hated sweating. Derek was supposed to have met me here, but if I had to guess, he was getting dicked down by his corporate boyfriend.

  Some guys had all the luck.

  “This place blows,” Mitch complained when he caught up to me. “It’s just not what I had in mind.”

  I agreed. Cherry Pit was filled with college-aged boys who thought a corny pickup line and a bought drink guaranteed them a tight ass to fuck.

  After setting my drink down, I pulled on my friend’s hand. “Let’s blow this joint.”

  Mitch laughed. “I wish someone here was worthy of blowing.”

  That got a laugh out of me. “There’re plenty of men here you could practice on. I’m pretty sure they would line up in a row, dicks out, ready for your talented tongue.”

  “You’re an asshole.” Mitch sounded as though he was already wasted. Maybe I should’ve just taken him home and poured him into bed, but I wasn’t ready to call it a night, and I never partied alone. So Mitch’s drunken ass would just have to tag along.

 
; Although I would make sure he drank ice water for the rest of the night. I wanted to have a good time, not hold him up and help him walk.

  We spilled onto the street, and I realized I hadn’t set my glass down. I was still carrying my Blue Smurf as we tried to find another club to go to.

  “You’re the bestest friend, Sonny Bunny.” Mitch drew a hand down his face, sighed, and swayed slightly as we walked. “I love you, you fruity little bastard!”

  A few people turned their heads to stare. I simply ignored him. Mitch always got loud and professed his love whenever he was shit-faced. Not that he was really in love with me. He was just the kind of guy who loved the world when alcohol was in control.

  A happy drunk.

  I spotted a lounge called Purple Sunrise. I normally stayed away from lounges because that was where the older adults hung out. You know, the boring kind who thought fun was for the youth. It seemed as if the men inside were geriatric and wore Ben-Gay.

  That wasn’t true, but most of them acted like that.

  Besides, Purple Sunrise wasn’t even a gay club. It must’ve been the Blue Smurf talking because it told me to go in there and rattle the senior citizens.

  “You ready to have some fun?” I grabbed Mitch’s hand and pulled him toward the building. As soon as he realized where we were going, he tried to yank his hand free.

  “That ain’t a good time.” He puckered his face and stuck out his tongue. “That’s grown-up time and not the good kind that’ll get a dick in your ass. Dude, those men in there are straight.”

  “So why not hit on them and spice up their evening?” I really did need to set my glass down instead of continually sipping on the blue liquid. I wasn’t even sure what was in the drink, but it was still cold and tasted good on my parched throat.

  Too bad Derek hadn’t shown up. He would’ve stormed into the lounge, ready to party with the older crowd. Although I was a college-aged guy myself, to be honest, if only to myself, I really did like older guys. Mitch and Derek said I had daddy issues.