Beware of Me

by Brooks Limits

  An hour after the office closed, my phone finally rang. “Aaron, will you come into my office please.”

  “Of course, sir,” I replied. This was it. There was no turning back now.

  I opened the double doors to his office and found it drenched in darkness. The only light came from the skyline view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  Marcos was an unmoving shadow behind his desk.

  “What would you like of me, sir,” I asked nervously.

  “Come closer, Aaron,” he said in a deep voice. I took a few steps forward but his face was still shrouded in mystery. “Now take off that black jacket.”

  This was what I was waiting for so long. I did as I was told and took off my black jacket. Underneath was a white shirt, my chest almost bursting through it

  “Slowly take off that shirt. Button by button.”

  I started at the top, moving my way down, taking my time. I took it off and threw it on the ground next to the jacket. I went to unzip my pants and Marcos stopped me.

  “Wait. Don't do that yet. Keep it on.”

  Marcos ordering me around was turning me on way too much. My length began to grow between my legs. Just the anticipation was killing me.

  Marcos finally stood up and came out of the shadows. His eyes were low and full of hunger. He licked his lips slightly as he inspected me from afar.

  “You have the perfect body,” he said. “Flex for me.”

  I flexed my arms and pecs for him. He was only a foot away from me now.

  “I've wanted you the moment I saw you this morning,” he said.

  “I've wanted you since the very first time I saw you,” I replied.

  Marcos gathered me in his arms and kissed me forcefully. His lips ravaged mine, his tongue sneaking into my mouth. I couldn't get enough. I hugged him tight and never wanted him to stop kissing me.

  His hand came up and squeezed my arms. He clenched them so hard that I thought they might pop. His fingers worked their way to my washboard abs and he rubbed them.

  “Now be good and bend over my desk,” he said.

  I walked over to the big wooden desk and slowly bent over onto his papers. Marcos loved things to be nice and clean but his desk was about to get very dirty.

  “What do you want to do to me, sir?” I asked innocently. I knew exactly what he wanted to do.

  “I'm going to show you what a real man can do,” he replied.

  His response made me ooze with passion.

  Marcos came up behind me and pressed his hips against my pants. My pants were so tight that I could feel everything. Marcos' hard boner pressed against me.

  “These pants aren't going to work,” he said. Marcos went down my leg and grabbed the pant leg at the cuff. He pulled apart, ripping the fabric like it was paper. My pants tore up my leg until it was just scraps hung loosely along my waistline. He did the same thing to the other leg.

  Marcos took a step back and admired his work. “There that's much better. Now stay where you are and don't look.”

  My hands found the edges of the desk and I held onto them. I could hear Marcos unzipping his pants. I desperately wanted to look. I wanted to see how big he was. But it didn't matter because I was going to find out soon enough.

  Marcos put one hand on the small of my back and the other ran up my leg. My black boxer briefs were the only thing preventing us from continuing. Marcos grabbed them in his fist and pulled until they snapped. He didn't even bother taking them off. They were broken on me just like my pants.

  Marcos definitely liked some kinky shit.

  And I did too.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked, rubbing my back with his hand.

  I kept my head facing forward. “Yes, sir. I'm so ready for you. Please fuck me now. I can't take it anymore.”

  Marcos placed both hands on my hips. I could feel his tip teasing my tight opening. I felt like I was going to die if he didn't take me soon.

  Marcos pushed his gigantic cock inside me slowly. My ass was too small or Marcos was incredibly thick because he wasn't getting very far.

  “I've never been with someone so tight before,” Marcos said.

  “Only for you, sir,” I replied.

  Chapter Five

  Marcos dug his fingernails into my sides as he drilled his way further into me. My ass stretched and stretched until I was completely filled up. We both groaned out. Nothing had ever felt this good in my entire life.

  “You're so big, sir,” I said. That was an understatement. Marcos was unnaturally large.

  “Tell me how much you like it,” he said, thrusting into me a second time.

  “I love it. You feel so good inside me, don't stop. Don't ever stop.”

  Marcos slapped my ass hard. My tattered pants blocked most of the pain. Thank god it was still on me. Sort of.

  His thrusts began to pick up speed and force. I couldn't handle all the pleasure. My head was spinning.

  “I'm going to come, sir!”

  “Come for me, Aaron,” he ordered.

  I found my release and flopped around on the desk, clenching around Marcos' manliness, my seed spraying against the wood. I screamed out and let the ecstasy wash over me in waves.

  Marcos continued to fuck me harder and harder. My body wasn't able to recover from the first orgasm before the second one hit. I wasn't even able to scream a warning to Marcos. The desk creaked with every thrust. The computer monitor fell over.

  “God damn, your ass is so good,” Marcos moaned. “I could fuck you all night like this.”'

  The injection of pleasure was like none other. Marcos rode me, driving his thick cock deeper and deeper.

  His breathing quickened.

  This was it.

  He gripped me harder. “Come with me, Aaron.”

  “Yes, sir.” His order brought my body to attention. My pleasure was at its peak again, ready to jump off the cliff. How he had such control over me, I had no idea.

  I could feel him explode within me and my body reacted accordingly. I couldn't hear anything anymore as my orgasm fired off. Nothing could ever compare to the pleasure I felt at that moment.

  Marcos' warm seed flowed into me like a river. He continued to fuck me from behind until he was completely spent.

  I couldn't move my limbs anymore. Nothing on my body worked. I had been used up to the limit. I knew if I tried to stand I would fall over immediately.

  Marcos' desk was a complete disaster. His monitor had a broken screen and papers were all over the floor.

  Marcos left me and all I could think about was him filling me up again. Why couldn't we go again right away?

  But my body would fall apart if Marcos fucked me any longer.

  I could hear Marcos zipping up his pants. “Clean up my office before you leave tonight, Aaron. I'll see you tomorrow.”

  And that was it.

  Marcos left me alone, plastered to his desk with come running down my thighs.

  And I wanted that to happen every single fucking night.

  Chapter Six

  Our nightly ritual continued of me staying at work late while Marcos fucked me in every conceivable way possible in his office.

  My dream had come true. I was making decent money and getting the sex of my life at the same time.

  Good thing for college degrees.

  But nothing ever lasts forever.

  Every day Marcos had taken the time to come out of his office and ask in front of everybody if I could stay late.

  Nobody ever paid attention to it since he probably did the same with the previous secretary.

  One day he never came out of his office and asked. I was freaking out at my desk. So many possibilities went through my head. Was I going to be fired like the other one? Was Marcos done with me?

  I saw my whole life crashing before my eyes.

  But I pulled myself together. I came to the conclusion that we were settled in a routine and Marcos didn't need to ask me every day. I should just assume th
at everything was still on.

  I still held out hope that he would ask me before the day was over.

  He never did.

  At 5:00 PM, Marcos walked out of his office with his briefcase and locked the door behind him.

  What the fuck was happening? Were the good times over?

  “You better get your things together, Aaron. It's closing time.”

  I hung my head low. It was over. Tears formed in my eyes. I wasn't ready for it to end yet.

  I gathered my things and my phone and followed him to the elevator. We stood in silence as the elevator descended.

  I wanted to ask him so many questions but I couldn't summon up the courage. I had resigned to the fact that our nightly ritual was indeed over.

  We exited the elevator and I went to say goodbye and tell him that I would see him tomorrow but Marcos turned to me with an odd expression.

  “Where do you think you're going?” he asked.

  I looked around me. “What do you mean?”

  “You're coming home with me,” he replied.

  The biggest smile appeared on my lips. “You mean no more nights at the office?”

  Marcos thought about it for a moment. “Can't we have both?”

  I nodded and took his strong arm.

  Everything was going to be okay.

  The End

  Story Eleven

  Copyright 2018

  All Rights Reserved.

  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  The man who gave me his kidney to save my life was also the man I hated the most.

  When Logan shows up on my doorstep, I want to turn him away but I can't.

  What unfolds next is a forbidden romance that nobody saw coming.

  Warning: This heartwarming insta-love story between Colton and Logan might a little too hot for you. You can thank me later.

  Chapter One

  I learned to live with the constant threat that I might die sooner than I'd like.

  When I was younger my kidney failed and I needed a transplant.

  My mother offered hers. My stepdad offered his. Everyone wanted to help out.

  But none of them were a 100% match.

  My stepbrother was though.

  Logan and I never got along and it was crazy to think that back then my parents forced him to give up his kidney to me. I still don't know how they were able to convince him.

  After the transplant was a success, I felt like I was forever in his debt. Nothing I did was ever good enough.

  Logan treated me like his servant for years. I had to wash his clothes, make his lunches, and clean his room. Looking back, the chores themselves weren't that bad.

  But Logan was.

  He treated me like I was subhuman. He held the fact that he gave up a vital organ over my head for years. The only relief came when Logan decided he was going to go to school out of state.

  Even though I was going to college near my mom's house, I still lived in an apartment with a roommate.

  I hadn't seen Logan for three years and I hated the fact that it was the happiest time of my life.

  The problem with having a kidney that isn't yours is the constant monitoring. I have to go in for monthly blood tests to make sure my old kidney and the foreign one are functioning perfectly.

  I hated getting stuck with needles and every trip to the doctor was hell for me.

  My mom always took the time out of her busy schedule to drive me and give me moral support. It was always good to have someone drive me home because I was prone to passing out from the loss of blood.

  This time was going to be a lot different.

  My mom called me the morning of and gave me the bad news.

  “Colton, I've got a huge meeting this morning and I can't drive you to the hospital.”

  “Don't worry, Mom. I'll be okay. It's no big deal. I can easily drive myself to the hospital.”

  My roommate, Heather was sitting on our secondhand couch eating a bowl of cereal. She was doing her best not to listen to the private conversation and focus on the reality show on the television.

  “I have someone else who can take you to the hospital,” my mom said.

  “Seriously, Mom, I can do it myself.”

  “Logan is going to take you.”

  I gulped and it felt like there was a rock in my throat. “Logan is back home?”

  “He's back home for the semester taking a break from college.”

  I never wanted to see him again. And I especially didn't want him to take me to the hospital and see me when I was at my most vulnerable.

  “It's not necessary, Mom. I can have Heather take me.”

  Heather perked up on the couch and waved her hands at me in a big “no” motion. I mouthed the word please to her but she shook her head.

  “There's no need because I already sent Logan. He should be there any minute.”

  “But Mom!” Everything was crashing around me.

  “Good luck, honey,” she replied before clicking the phone off.

  I dropped the phone on the floor and Heather jumped off the couch. “There's no way I can take you to the hospital today, Colton. I have a psychology exam in an hour.”

  “It doesn't matter. My stepbrother, Logan is on his way.”

  Heather's eyes went wide. “You mean you're totally hot stepbrother is coming over here?”

  I put my hands across my chest. “How the hell do you even know what he looks like?”

  “I've seen pictures on Facebook.”

  “Of course you have.” Heather spent most of her day on social media.

  “I better change and put on my makeup,” she replied, running into the bathroom.

  I tried to stop her to tell her that I needed to use it first but she had already closed the door. I would have to finish getting ready in my room.

  I didn't care how I looked for Logan. A pair of black jeans and a red shirt were good enough for me. Heather could go all out if she wanted but she was going to be sorely disappointed when she found out Logan's true nature.

  He may be good looking but he's cold-blooded.

  The doorbell rang and my heart lurched into my throat. I didn't want to open the door. I hoped he would just go away.

  But the doorbell chimed again.

  Here goes nothing.

  Chapter Two

  I walked past the bathroom door and Heather was still in there blow-drying her hair. She hadn't heard the door. It would be better anyways if she didn't meet Logan.

  I took a deep breath before turning the knob. Logan stood there in a blue flannel shirt and gray jeans. Dark stubble hugged his jawline and his hair was combed to the side. He was a lot different than I remembered. He was always handsome but now he looked like he stepped straight out of a magazine cover.

  “It's good to see you, Colton,” he said in a deep voice. There was something instantly different about him. He held himself in a different way.

  “It's been a long time, Logan. Shall we get this over with?”

  I could hear the bathroom door open and I quickly shut the door behind us before Heather could see us.

  We walked down a flight of stairs in silence and Logan brought me to his white Audi A4. I couldn't believe it was his car at first. Where did he get the money to afford it? As far as I knew he didn't even have a job at college.

  When I last saw him, he drove an old beat-up Kia. What the hell was going on?

  I sat down in the posh leather seats and Logan sat down in the driver's seat. “How have you been, Colton?”

  “Been good. Do you need me to tell you where the hospital is?”

  “No I still remember,” he replied, tapping his temple.

  Back in the day, Logan had to go to the hospital nearly as often as I did to make sure he was a good match.