by Rebecca Foxx
I looked up at him in horror.
“We’ve got work tomorrow and it’s getting late.” Steven stood up and so did I. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—I was at a loss for words. “I’ll see you tomorrow, all right?” he said as he walked me over to the door.
Just before he closed the door behind me, he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “One last thing, Stewart…”
I turned around and asked, “What’s that?”
Without hesitating for a second, Steven leaned in and placed a warm kiss on my cheek. My entire face turned bright red and my entire body tensed up.
“Goodnight.”
Ch. 3
It was a strange feeling—knowing how deeply you’d affected someone. Everything managed to change for me after one day and as exciting as it was I couldn’t help feeling a little intimidated at the same time. All night I spent half awake. Tossing and turning every other hour as I thought about Steven.
The meeting that came right after the incident left me more mentally exhausted than the incident itself. Being in that boardroom, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as I presented was completely different from my dinner with Steven. Just being around him was enough to make me happy and knowing he might consider me—me—to be something more was incredible.
As I drove to work, I couldn’t stop humming to myself happily. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before for anyone else. I was walking on clouds—I was singing in the rain. A different man would’ve shaken his head in disbelief that this kind of feeling could exist, but my body wouldn’t stop telling me that it did.
For once, I didn’t dread the thought of dragging myself into work if only because I got to see him again. Before it was just a bonus, but ever since last night I could see him differently. He was more than just an assistant now. Steven was a friend—maybe even more than a friend in time.
I reached up to my cheek to touch the spot where he’d kissed me and blushed. Dammit. How do you do this to me? I wondered.
The second I stepped foot in the office everyone greeted me. Steven walked up to me to bring me my morning coffee just before he had to run off to copy some reports. We didn’t get a chance to speak, but I caught him wink at me just before he left.
I sighed contently and sipped my coffee. It was always made just right—he made sure of that. Everything seemed to be in order, so I made my way to my personal office. If anyone had a problem, I knew they’d come to me. The mornings were usually slow, however, most of the staff was in agreement that it was too early for bitching.
“Such a nice… Tom?” I asked absently as I walked into my office.
A tall, slender man in a silver suit was sitting on my desk across from me. He pushed a few keys on my keyboard before I had the chance to see what was on the screen. My face scrunched up as I asked: “Tom?” again a little more firmly.
“Hello, Stewart,” Tom replied as he wiped some dust off my desk and flicked it off his fingertips. His voice was low and grainy. He had a habit of saying the most innocent things, but turning them cynical with his voice.
“What are you doing in my office, Tom?” I asked in a slightly stern tone.
He pulled a comb out of his pocket and combed his salt and pepper hair back. “Heard there was a bit of a stir in this department the other day before the meeting. I’m not one to muck about and look for trouble, but you know me… Damage control.”
“Damage control? What are you talking about?”
Tom pointed to me with his comb and said, “Watch the tone.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “So, during the meeting I did notice that you were acting a little oddly. Decided it was part of my responsibility to check things out.”
“But you’ve never…”
He put a hand up to silence me. “I know,” he butted in. “Now, is there anything you want to tell me, Stewart?
Perhaps…inappropriate files that might’ve been on your work computer.”
“Sir…” I started to say as my free hand curled into a tight fist.
“What do you want?”
I could see the cruelty in his eyes. “I want to be a part of a clean company, Stewart. You’d want to as well, I’m sure.” He put a hand over his chest as he said, “I want to help keep things clean and what you’ve got on your computer is… I’m sure you know.”
“Why’s that any of your business, Tom?”
Tom shrugged and said, “Never was one that cared for guys like you. It’s either you comply or you’ll force my hand.”
“Force your hand? What do you mean?”
He smirked and said, “I’ve found more than just a couple of faggot pictures on your hard drive.” My heart fell through my chest and into the pit of my stomach.
“Think about it,” Tom said as he got off my desk and walked over to me. For some reason, I was expecting him to stop in front of me and my entire body froze. He walked past me, brushing his shoulder against me for the moment it took for him to walk out the door.
I didn’t know how to think let alone how to feel. Steven had helped me dance on the clouds, but now I was back on the ground—back to reality. He’s bluffing, isn’t he?
My phone vibrated in my pocket meaning I had a text. I took it out and read it. The words instantly turned my frown into a smile. “You coming over tonight?” He had me in the palm of his hand.
Ch. 4
For the second night in a row, I found myself questioning my decisions at Steven’s doorstep. In the back of my mind, I knew I probably shouldn’t stir the waters since I skated in such a thin sheet of thin ice.
I haven’t been this happy in years, I reminded myself as I balanced on my heels. This time around, I thought to change out of my suit so that I could be just as casual as Steven was.
When he opened the door he was wearing a similar style to the one I’d seen the other night. He looked at me differently however, as if he was expecting me to say something. “Hey, Steven,” I said, waving a little.
I caught his eyes dip down, looking over my entire body once and then settling at my crotch. A flush of warmth took over my face and I asked, “Um, is something wrong?”
He shook his head and replied, “No, not at all. Wanna come in?”
“I’d love to,” I replied. As I walked into his home, I asked, “So, what’re you making tonight?”
He shrugged and said, “Eh. I just decided to order a pizza tonight.” Steven sat down on the couch and I sat down beside him. Across from us, the TV screen flashed with some cartoon show I’d never seen before.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. You don’t mind cartoons, right?”
I shook my head and said, “Well, I’d rather focus on you than focus on them.”
He giggled a little as he said, “I’d hope so.” Without a second of delay, he pulled his shirt off and my eyes widened. I couldn’t pry my eyes away from his chest—it got a rise out of me pretty quickly.
The all-too-obvious slight tent in my jeans only became more excited as he caressed his upper body. I shook my head to get myself out of my thoughts and asked, “Steven, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I’ve been thinking about what you said and…” His words drifted off as he reached down to unbutton his pants. He looked at me with a confident grin and lust shone in his eyes. I could tell just from looking at him for a few seconds that he wanted me more than anything else.
The look surprised me at first since I’d never seen it before. But after a few moments, I knew that more than anything it excited me beyond everything else.
“And you’re not weirded out that your boss wants to take your tight little hole?” I asked, low growls in my throat.
“Oh, no. Not at all. In fact, I think it turns me on even more knowing you’re my boss,” Steven scooted closer to me, leaning in as a hand draped over my thigh. His warm hand slowly glided over to my groin, brushing its side against my crotch as I leaned in closer to his lips to share a deep kiss with him.
We closed our eyes as the spark went
through us. My hands couldn’t undo my pants fast enough. His tongue invaded my mouth and I allowed him to push back against me as our tongues danced from one mouth to the other.
Passionate groans and grunts passed from his lips through mine as my hands grew impatient keeping to themselves and reached for him instead.
It didn’t take long for me to find him and take him out of the rest of his clothes. I tore away his pants while our lips stayed connected, growing rougher as I stripped him of the last of his clothing. As much as I wanted to believe none of this was happening, I was so lost in the moment that all I could think about was having him in every way I could think of.
When we broke the kiss, leaving a thing saliva bridge between our mouths, I looked down to see his cock grinding against mine. We were both entirely rock hard—going shaft to shaft together. On a whim, I let out a quiet moan and wrapped a hand around our combined girths. “Nnggh… Fuck, Stewart,” Steven moaned as he collapsed into me.
I could feel his hot breaths against my neck and his teeth just barely grating against my skin. “Oh, Steven! You tease me…” I groaned, throwing my head back. “I can’t take it anymore,” I growled, eyeing Steven’s pre-cum dripping tip propped up against my hardness. I looked Steven in the eyes and said, “I need your cock in my mouth right now.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied a little too eagerly. His enthusiasm sent a shiver down my spine in the most delightful way. My entire body was hot—way too hot for me to sit inside of some stuffy suit. I couldn’t begin to imagine how horrible this situation would be if I was still stuck in one.
Steven didn’t give me too much time to think. He got off of me and situated himself off the edge of the couch so that he could stand in front of me. My face was at the perfect height for meeting his cock. Effortlessly, my lips would reach his tip.
“Heh, you’ve made it a little too easy now,” I said as my lips brushed past his tip. I glanced up at him to see his eyes fluttering as I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft, shimmying against his thick, long length. He throbbed and pulsed as I made my way back to the tip where I then swirled my tongue around it. My tongue pressed against his slit and stroked down it.
Steven reached down and grasped my hair with his hand, affectionately being rough with it. I playfully growled at him as my tongue rounded his cock’s crown, inviting it into my suckling mouth and enveloping it with my warm lips.
“Ohhh…” he moaned faintly, letting his nails dig into my scalp a little. His efforts only spurred me on as I pushed my lips down his shaft slowly, taking him inch by inch. I suckled on him lightly while one hand came up to wrap around the parts of him that I couldn’t fit in my mouth. My hand twisted around him and my other hand did the same on my own eager sex.
Fuck, am I dreaming right now?! I wondered as I nearly thrust into my hand. Steven started doing the same, softly rolling his hips forward and back over and over again. I could feel him getting closer and closer as the grip on my hair got tighter. My head bobbed up and down his shaft at a rapid pace, sucking him hard.
It’d been my fantasy for so long. Most people wouldn’t be satisfied now that it was happening to them, but I couldn’t be any happier. Having him in my mouth and being able to greedily lick up all of his sweat, salty pre-cum was more than I could ever hope for. It was the ultimate tease and I had to actively fight myself to keep from cumming too quickly.
The slightest touches set me off even though it was only coming from my hand. Having him with me was enough to keep me teetering on the edge, but having him in my mouth only made me want more of him. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, rubbing the head against my cheek as I looked up at him. He panted lightly and a few quiet moans made it past his lips as well. “You want it?” I asked him with a grin.
“You know I do,” he replied with his same confident smirk.
I coughed up a dry chuckle. “Heh, you sure about that?”
Steven didn’t say another word. Instead, he cupped my cheek for a few seconds and then walked off to the side of the couch. He bent over one of the arm rests and winked at me. I went over to him immediately and ground my hardness against his crack. “Damn, you’re so tight… I need to get you ready if you’re going to take me.”
“Oh, please do,” Steven chimed, bending over even more to expose himself.
I took two steps back and slipped two fingers into my mouth to get them nice and slick. The second I ripped them out, I slapped them against Steven’s hole to get it nice and wet. I could feel Steven tremble under my touch—because of my touch. It turned me on too much to let my bobbing hard-on stand at attention without warmth surrounding it.
As I stroked myself against one of his cheeks, I teased the outside of Steven’s hole. The puckering little delight wanted me inside of it. I snuck a finger inside and earned a hard gasp from Steven. His legs wobbled and his knees buckled.
As I drove the finger inside of him deeper and deeper, I came to realize how close to fantasy I was. To have him here, bending over for me, if I was anyone else they’d be sure that it was a dream by now.
The first finger was soon joined by another one beside it. I could feel my fingers working together to stretch Steven’s hole wider and wider. As I pumped them slowly, in an out of him I noticed that he was pushing back against my fingers whenever he could. Surprised, my eyes widened, but they soon settled as I bit down on my lip.
“Aren’t we a naughty little assistant?” I asked in a voice that didn’t sound like my own. It was far deeper and gravely than my normal voice and yet I found myself liking it. At least, in this instance it was delightful.
“Says the boss fingering my asshole…” Steven replied playfully. I couldn’t help taking my hand off my cock for a second to spank his cheek—hard.
“Oh!” Steven cried out, flailing around for a short moment. “Damn, Stewart… I didn’t know you could be so hot.”
“Thank you,” I replied as I pulled my fingers out of him and ground my shaft up and down the outside of his hole slowly. “You’re not too bad yourself, Steven. You think you’re ready for me, Steven?”
“You know it.”
I positioned the tip at his entrance and slowly started to push my way into him. While holding onto his hips, I could feel his insides pulling me in more and more. The grip was so tight and warm around my shaft, every inch of my throbbing length was covered and I could throw my head back in time with my hips as I started thrusting.
Steven writhed and wriggled beneath me, left a moaning and squirming mess. He reached out to things I couldn’t see on the sofa in between his heavy breaths and loud moans. As I pushed more of myself into him and got into a rhythm, he only got louder.
Sweat poured down from my face as my hips slammed into his ass again and again. I fell down on top of him in the heat of the moment and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me as my entirety filled him again and again. “Ahh…fuck,” I grunted into his ear, feeling my climax nearing.
“Don’t stop, Stewart! I’m so…!”
“Ahh! Oh, fuck! Steven!”
My eyes shut tightly as my entire body tensed up for a few seconds. Spurt after spurt filled Steven’s ass as my leg kicked up and we moaned together. We shared hot pants as we spasmed still feeling the after effects of the climaxes.
“Fuck…that was great,” I grunted in between hot breath.
“Yeah, it was…”
Ding-dong! “Delivery!”
“Heh… So, I suppose one of us has to put pants on now, right?”
“That’d probably be the best idea.”
Ch. 5
After spending a long night with Steven, I was certain that I could do anything. The corporation didn’t have a hold on me and they didn’t frighten me in the least. No matter what Tom said or did to me, I knew from the moment I walked through the doors that everything was going to be long forgotten sometime down the road.
As long as I got to see his face again—every day when I went in to work then it was worth gett
ing bitched at.
The second I stepped foot in the office, I didn’t get my normal greetings. The phones were ringing off the hooks, the countless workers were running around and getting in each other’s way, and in the middle of it all was a group of news reporters talking to Tom by my office.
I crossed my arms, watching all of it. It was unusual for men to be calm at times like this, but it was exactly why I forced myself to.
A girl in a bright green dress with a pony tail whizzed by me. I managed to grab her by the shoulder to stop her and ask, “Julie! What the Hell happened in here?”
She looked away from me for a few seconds and then handed me a newspaper. “Don’t read the paper much, huh sir?”