“Oh, yeah,” Cole groaned, a hand still cupping the back of his head as he drove into his mouth with slow studied movements. “You’re such a slut for my cock. Suck it harder, boy.”
A visceral jolt of desire went straight down his back and he felt his balls tighten up. Damn, every time the man spoke he made Geoffrey hornier than before. His hips began to make tiny undulations. The feel of Cole’s fingers massaging his scalp and the hot dick gliding passed his lips again and again, had him increasing the movement unknowingly. If he kept it up, the fabric of his boxers across his head would make him cum, regardless of Cole’s ban.
“What do you think the people in the building would say if they could see you now?” Cole wanted to know. “On your knees sucking me off?”
Geoffrey couldn’t answer, refused to. Because damn, the idea turned him on. His reply was to open his throat and take Cole all the way down to the root.
“Oh, fuck!” Cole hissed and Geoffrey got a thrill as the bigger man shuddered. “That’s right. Suck it,” he whispered before he went back to goading him. “You walk around this building like you own it. No one knows what you’re really like. That you’re nothing but a cock slut. But I knew. I’ve always known.”
The more he taunted Geoffrey the stiffer the dick in his mouth became. He never would’ve dreamed Cole got off on dirty talk. Hell, he never would’ve expected to like being called a cock slut, either.
But hot damn, he loved it.
Cole kept up his slow thrusting, setting their pace and controlling the entire scene. “You like being on your knees in front of me, don’t you? You’ve always wanted a man to put you in your place. Make you his bitch boy. You just never had the balls to ask for it.”
A wash of shame swept over him and he stopped sucking. Heart racing wildly, the thought of looking up into those brown eyes terrified him. Eyes which could see deep into his soul, clear to all the things Geoffrey tried to hide from everyone. His need to let go completely. But with Cole, he didn’t bother to disguise the tears in his voice. It wouldn’t have worked anyway. “How did you know?”
“Shhh,” Cole whispered, his large hand petting Geoffrey, soothing him. The shame and tension melted away. Cole understood. Maybe he always had.
Something moist struck his cheek a few times, drawing his attention back up.
Cole slapped him lightly with his cock. “Say it, Geoffrey.”
He blinked in surprise. “Say what?”
The wet head thumped his face again. “Say you’re a cock slut, Geoffrey. Tell me you wanna be my bitch boy.”
He looked away, unable to look at the man. Fire burned up his neck, scorching his face with embarrassment. Ironically, his penis twitched and he realized pre-cum had been leaking in such a steady stream he’d made a wet spot on the front of his trousers. Lips swollen from sucking and cheeks wet with his own spit, his tongue felt twice its normal size. He couldn’t speak.
“Geoffrey,” he warned, rolling his head in wet circles over his cheek and lips.
His mouth instinctively followed that dick as it withdrew and Geoffrey gave up pretending. “I’m a cock slut. I wanna be your bitch boy.”
Cole let out a low puppet-master laugh. “Say it again.”
“I’m a cock slut,” he said, the distinct note of begging in his voice. “I wanna be your bitch boy.”
“Then stand up and get naked.”
Geoffrey leapt to his feet, pulling off shoes and clothing. Down to only pants, he noticed Cole hadn’t moved removed any of his clothing. The glint in his eye gave him pause. He didn’t like the idea of being completely naked while Cole remained clothed.
Cole sensed his hesitation. “Why are you stopping? You’re my bitch boy. Do as I say.”
A blush traveled across his face and naked chest. But he decided he trusted Cole. Well, at least he thought he did. They had known each other a year, but he’d never seen this side of him. As arousing as the sudden shift between them felt, it frightened Geoffrey how quickly he fell into obeying Cole. He hadn’t put up any resistance. He needed this. Needed to experience the other man dominating him.
Completely naked, Geoffrey bent over when Cole told him to, elbows on the desk and ass in the air. “What are you…?”
A light slap on one bare cheek cut off his question. Geoffrey let out a tiny yip of surprise. But his raging hard-on belied any whimpers of protest. Dark and almost purple, a solitary bead of pre-cum hung from the tip before dripping onto the carpet.
Cole came up behind him, his breath hot on his bare neck, “You want this, don’t you?
He nodded once, his pride not allowing him to verbalize those hidden desires.
Chuckling, he took hold of Geoffrey’s cock. He gasped, a spike of need hitting him in the gut. The rough scratch of a calloused hand circled his ass. Fear and eagerness warred inside him, like going uphill on a roller coaster. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to get off the ride or let go, throw his hands up in the air and scream for the thrill to take him.
Cole didn’t give him a chance to decide. Still gripping the base of his dick, he brought the flat of his hand down on his ass.
“Shit, Cole!” he cried out in shock. “That hurt!”
“Quiet, bitch boy. You know you like it.” He laughed and did it again.
He yelped. He’d never been spanked before and, actually, he didn’t know if he did like it. It stung not only his ass but his pride. Cole gave him a third smack right on the bottom of his crack, by his balls, making him buckle over. But his dick stiffened, as if loving the humiliating act of being spanked like a naughty school boy.
“Mr. Winters?” Tiffany’s voice came over the intercom. “Did you hurt yourself? I thought I heard something.”
“Shit!” How the hell would he explain this one? Better yet, what the hell was the matter with him, letting the maintenance man spank him in his office with Tiffany on the other side of the door?
Cole held his finger above the ‘talk’ button. “Tell her everything’s fine.”
He hesitated. If he didn’t want things to go further, he could tell Tiffany he’d be out in a minute. Then Cole would be forced to leave. He wouldn’t spank him again…yet he would never find out what else Cole had in store.
Cole gave his dick a squeeze, making the decision for him. He nodded and Cole held down the intercom button. “Sorry, I dropped something. No worries,” Geoffrey told his secretary.
Quirking that one brow in amusement, Cole seemed impressed by the calm, professional tone he managed with his bare ass in the air.
“Okay.” Tiffany didn’t sound like she believed him. “If you’re sure?”
He had to bite his lip from growling. “I’m sure.”
Half a mind to tell her to go home early, he decided against it. The thrill of getting discovered, of having to be extra quiet, made him hotter than before.
“Good little bitch boy,” Cole whispered. “Now I’m gonna spank you ten times and you’re going to be as quiet as possible. Do you think you can do that for me?”
Knowing he truly must be a little bitch boy, Geoffrey nodded fervently, his lips pursed in determination. When Cole released him, he took a much needed breath.
If he’d thought the first three whacks counted, he’d have been wrong. Cole delivered another full ten smacks, five to each cheek. He didn’t hold back, though he had to know Geoffrey had never been spanked before. His face scrunched up and tears wetted his cheek as he bit his lip to keep from crying out. Whimpers escaped while he desperately counted each smack, waiting for it to end.
When he finished, Cole gasped for breath. He took hold of Geoffrey’s cock and gave him a few a strokes, massaging his ass with his other hand. “God, your ass makes me so hot. I wanna fuck you.”
Impatience overcame him. “God yes, please!”
Cole chuckled at his eagerness. “Lube?”
“Bathroom, under the sink.” His hole fluttered in anticipation.
Attempting to calm his heart rate, he wiped the wetnes
s off his cheeks then dropped his chin to his chest and took a few deep breaths through his nose while he waited for Cole. His ass stung but, as if taunting him, his cock had remained fully erect during the spanking. Maybe it had even gotten harder.
Damn, what was wrong with him?
A ‘thump’ on the desk startled Geoffrey. “Look what I found.”
Mortification like nothing up to this point washed over him when he saw the brown file-box. He knew the contents and apparently now, so did Cole. How could he have been so stupid as to forget?
“Anal beads?” Cole choked on a laugh and held up the string. “Butt plugs? A vibrator? I didn’t know you were such a perverted fuck.”
“Cole, I can explain…” he began but quickly found that he could not.
All the humor in Cole’s voice disappeared as he picked up the ten-inch red dildo then dropped it, glaring accusation at Geoffrey. “Do you fuck other men in your office with all this shit?”
“No, no…” His throat tightened with humiliation and he looked away. How could he tell him?
Cole’s face lit up as if he’d uncovered a secret. “Oh, I get it. You sit up here and jerk off, don’t you?”
He gave the barest of nods, his face in flames.
“When you said you worked your ass off I didn’t know this was what you meant. That you were up here having fun while I sweat my dick off on the rooftop keeping your air conditioning running so you can be cool and comfy while you stick this”— he held a big butt plug in front of his face— “up your ass.”
“Cole, please,” he pleaded. He never wanted the other man to discover his secret. Now Cole had even more power than before. And the very idea, while humiliating, excited Geoffrey. More than it should have.
“Well, good thing you got all kinds of lube in this little toy box of yours,” he went on, seeming to derive great enjoyment from his embarrassment. “Now, spread those slutty little cheeks nice and wide for me so I can lube your asshole.”
The command made him shudder and obediently, he reached behind and took hold of his fiery cheeks. He divided them so wide his hole stretched, making the pleasure spot inside stir with expectation. Another swat to his ass did not surprise Geoffrey, but he yelped just the same.
Laughing, Cole squirted lube into his hand. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t know what hit you.”
“Please, just quit talking and do it.” He stuck his bottom out further, spreading the cheeks almost to the point of pain.
Cole made a low noise of approval and easily slid a slicked finger into his hole. “Mmmm, that’s tight.”
Rolling his finger in a circle, he easily found Geoffrey’s spot, manipulating it exactly the way he liked. He released his cheeks to draw Cole in further but the other man had different ideas. He delivered another swat on the top of his ass. “Ah-ah! Keep ‘em spread.”
Moaning, he obeyed, using that grip to roll his hips in rhythm with Cole’s inner strokes, making the solitary digit go impossibly deep. Another two fingers probed passed his barrier and he had to bite his tongue from crying out. Cole’s thumb pressed between his balls, teasing him wonderfully as his fingers stayed buried inside, pulsing on his prostate. Ripples of pleasure churned in his nut-sack and his penis strained for contact. His legs quivered from bearing his weight and his dick leaked one long string of pre-cum.
“Oh, fuck, Cole,” he panted when his lover retreated then dove back in. “I’m gonna come.”
A hand came out of nowhere and squeezed the base of his shaft tight, cutting off the rising orgasm. “Don’t you dare cum, you little slut, don’t you dare!”
Geoffrey released his cheeks and dropped to the desk, his body trembling from the halted expulsion of cum. He wanted to cry, the denial hurt so damn good. “Oh, please, Cole. Just fuck me! I can’t stand it anymore.”
With an arrogant chuckle tempered by hunger, Cole pulled his fingers out, never releasing Geoffrey’s cock. Warm smooth, dick pressed against him then, and he braced his arms on the desk. His hips canted back and he pushed out his stretched sphincter to allow the bigger man’s cock to slide home. He reveled in the delicious sting of the head popping inside, willing his body to engulf it all.
Cole had his hot, lubed dick buried balls deep in less than three steady thrusts. He took hold of Geoffrey’s hip with one hand and delivered a merciful caress to his cock with the other. A quiver of delight raced over his back but it never reached fruition. Cole meant it when he said Geoffrey would not come. He gripped his cock at the root, using his hold as leverage to draw half-way out then all the way back in. Geoffrey’s hips moved wantonly on their own, meeting Cole thrust for thrust. That naked head stabbed at his prostate with each subsequent push. The agony of denial only made the organ sliding in and out of him, the wet sounds of suction and Cole’s grunts, so much more intense.
“Please let me come,” he whined, unable to believe he’d been reduced to this. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he thought if he couldn’t release his load, he’d explode. “Please!”
“No,” Cole grunted the word, pounding him faster, harder.
It was all Geoffrey could do to hold them up. Despite Cole’s strangling hold on the base of his cock, his balls shrank up and blood pulsed in the shaft, fluid leaking. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold out, he felt Cole’s hips pistoning in a familiar rhythm as he prepared to come.
Cole shuddered, slamming in all the way as he came in one hard burst. The two men groaned together as liquid heat flooded Geoffrey’s insides. Cole pulsed his hips through the final waves of orgasm, the soft thrusts of his cock gliding slick and easy with the additional wet. Geoffrey clenched his ass to make it better for his lover, milking clean every last drop. Nothing compared to the scent of a man coming in his ass or the raw, masculine feel of cum oozing from his body.
“That was so hot.” Gasping from post-fuck euphoria, Cole stroked his back with the flat of his free hand, massaging him. Warm lips pressed to his spine, huffing breaths flicking him with spittle. The gentle touches reinforced to Geoffrey the role-playing had been just another stage of their game. A game he never tired of.
“Um, Cole?” His lover still held him in a vice-like grip, his cock dark purple and ready to burst.
“Take a deep breath and calm down, babe,” he said, his humor returning now that he’d finished. “It’s not gonna happen.”
Geoffrey released a broken sob. “But, Cole…”
That puppet-master laugh filled the air once more as Cole pulled out, careful to keep a hold on Geoffrey’s hard, aching prick so the sensation wouldn’t cause him to inadvertently come. He could barely suppress the shudder. He turned to embrace, maybe beg the sexy man who left his spunk deep inside him, to let him come, but Cole took hold of his hips.
“Ah-ah! Not so fast.” Reaching passed him Cole snagged something out of the toy box. “I’m not done with you.”
A thrill went through Geoffrey and hope filled him. Maybe he would get to come after all.
He gasped as cold plastic pressed into his gaping hole. Sperm and lube allowed for easy entry, but only when the toy had been seated deep did Geoffrey realized what had been inserted into his ass.
A butt plug.
Just what was Cole up to? Why didn’t he fuck him with the vibrator or the red dildo?
He planned to demand those answers, but Cole placed a hand on Geoffrey’s abdomen and drew him up until his back pressed to Cole’s front. The action maneuvered the plug deliciously deeper and Geoffrey moaned, his legs trembling. A sharp sensation of desire tingled at the base of his spine and deep in his balls. Just one caress and he would come unglued.
Cole crossed one big arm over Geoffrey’s arms, however, blocking his hand’s unconscious trek to his dick. “Not so fast, lover boy. You’re gonna leave this in until you’re done working today. And you’re not allowed to come either.”
He felt the start of panic and whirled to face his lover, the motion shifting the plug and sending jolts of pleasure through h
is ass. “No, Cole. I can’t!”
Pressing one finger against his protesting lips, Cole kissed the tip of his nose until he quieted. “You can and you will, Geoff. When I get home and take it out I wanna see my spunk in your ass. Then, when I fuck you again you’ll shoot a huge load for me. I’ll know if you cheated, too, because your second shot is always next to nothing.”
Blushing, Geoffrey stifled a giggle. “Babe, you can’t expect me to wear this. I have a conference call at four.”
Cole gave him that mischievous smile he’d fallen in love the moment they met. The one he woke up to every morning since the third week they’d started dating and he’s asked Cole to move in with him.
“Babe, I’m not kidding. This whole scene was your idea anyway. And you know our rule. The scene isn’t over till we both come. So don’t be backing out now.” He gave him a light peck on the lips and stepped away, retrieving Geoffrey’s clothing from the floor.
True, he had planned the rendezvous—not necessarily all the details, but he’d told Cole this morning to be ready for a surprise at work.
Life often got in the way of romance, sometimes ending the passion of a once fiery relationship. When Cold first moved in, they had taken great delight in inventing new scenes. Hell, keeping their relationship a secret from the people at work still turned them on. Like the time Cole fucked him in the broom closet and ten minutes later they had to pretend they were casual acquaintances while they talked to the building owner. Even now, the memory made his dick leak.
Unfortunately, it had been a few months since they’d done anything adventurous and he’d feared their spark had begun to fizzle. Cole’s mom broke her leg in a horseback riding accident and he’d been taking care of her, the horses and all the summertime chores at her place. Geoffrey felt like he hadn’t seen his partner in ages. But if he learned one thing living with a man who could fix anything and everything mechanical, the key to longevity with most things was proper maintenance.
That’s why Geoffrey decided their relationship could benefit from a little unscheduled maintenance, too.
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