Making it Personal (8 page)

Will moved around the desk to see what claimed his boss’s attention. He let out a long, low whistle. Blake was watching an orgy scene. At least seven or eight men, their bodies oiled up and glistening, were engaged in varied sexual acts. The camera focused on the men in the forefront who were having a threesome, two spit roasting the third.
Will chortled. “Like what you see?” He glanced down at Blake’s crotch and snorted. Fuck, the man was tenting. Blake gazed up at him, eyes glazed with lust.

“I was imagining what it would feel like to be the meat in
that
sandwich.” His eyes gleamed. Blake let out a low moan as he rubbed his erection with the heel of his hand. The sight had Will stiffening instantly. Inwardly he groaned. Why did his boss have to look so downright
fuckable
? Since their phone sex two weeks previously, he’d dreamed frequently about Blake, and the dreams were always the same—erotic.

His dick hardened further as he watched Blake slowly palm his erection, eyes fixed not on the screen but on Will. Oh, Blake wanted to play, did he? The way Will was feeling right now, Blake might get more than he bargained for. Because Will had a wicked idea.

“Got any condoms on you, Blake?”

Blake’s hand froze in mid rub. “W-what?” He watched as Will walked slowly across to his office door and locked it. What the fuck? Then he locked the adjoining door. “Will? What are you doing?” he hissed.

“Answer the question.” God, when Will spoke to him like that, all the blood rushed south. Blake flushed hot and cold at the same time.

“I always keep a condom in my briefcase. For emergencies.” He swallowed as Will’s eyes gleamed, a wicked light in them.

“Get it.”

Oh my God, he’s not thinking of
….. Blake was suddenly so hard he ached. Okay, so he’d fantasized once or twice about Will fucking him at work, the likelihood of being caught sending frissons of excitement skating up and down his spine, but now that he was faced with the very real possibility of it actually happening…. Fingers trembling, he reached into his briefcase and extracted the foil wrapped condom, giving it a cursory glance to check its expiration date. Phew. Still viable.

Will grinned when he saw it. “Okay, clear your desk. Now.”

Blake gulped. Oh hell. Hurriedly he began to pick up the folders which lay strewn across his desk and drop them hastily onto the floor. All that remained was the keyboard and monitor. Will moved stealthily toward him, unbuttoning his fly and taking out his cock, pulling at it leisurely. Fuck, he was hard. Blake shivered as Will came to stand behind him, so close that Blake could feel heat pouring off him. Will reached around his waist to undo his fly, and then Blake’s pants were pulled down roughly, baring his arse. Blake gasped as Will stroked a finger along his crease.

“Jacket off.”

The deep, rich voice had Blake obeying him instantly. He shucked off the jacket impatiently and stood trembling as Will slid warm hands up under his shirt, stroking his back, before reaching around to tug and twist his nipples. God, did he remember
all
Blake’s hot spots? Blake let out a low mewl.

“Uh-uh, baby.” Will’s bre S Wi….. ath fluttered against his ear. “You can’t make a sound. Someone might hear.” Blake’s heart gave a jolt as his hair was grabbed, forcing his head back as Will claimed his mouth in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue, just what he wanted. Will’s tongue plundered his mouth relentlessly. And then that finger was back, sliding over his hole. Will broke the kiss and Blake made a soft noise of disappointment. Will chuckled.

“We’re gonna need lube. Don’t really want to fuck you dry.”

 

Oh hell. Blake fucking
loved
it when a partner talked dirty.

 

“In… in my bathroom. There’s some hand lotion.” He stammered out the words.

Another chuckle resounded in his ear. “Uh-uh. Not good. Doesn’t work so well with condoms. Where’s your Vaseline lip balm?” Will had seen him use it once or twice. Blake pointed shakily to the top drawer of his desk. Will scrummaged around in the drawer, pouncing on it eagerly. “Lemon flavored? Nice.” Blake hadn’t dared move. He stood there, pants around his thighs, his shirt half covering his arse, cock poking out from below it, hard and wanting. Will stood beside him, slowly undoing his tie. Blake swallowed. The look in those brown eyes….

“Take off your tie.”

Hands shaking, Blake obeyed. He held it out to Will. “Good boy.” Blake shivered at the words. Fuck. One night of hot sex nearly three months ago and yet Will remembered
everything
. He held himself still as Will came up behind him. “Close your eyes, baby.” Blake closed them, shuddering as he felt the silk tie cover his eyes, tightening around his head as Will tied it at the back of his head. He trembled as those intrepid hands once more caressed his bare skin under his shirt—and then stifled a gasp as the shirt was pulled off his shoulders, his arms freed.
“Hands behind your back.” Those short, sexy instructions ramped up his arousal. He let out a low cry as his hands were seized around the wrists and tied together with his shirt, not tight enough to cut off circulation but enough to prevent him freeing himself. Will grabbed the bundled shirt and pushed him over the desk, his face meeting the smooth grain of the varnished wood, belly resting on the edge of the desk.

“Ready to be fucked?” The words were delivered quietly, but with real heat behind them. Blake did his best to bob his head, but it was difficult—Will pushed him flat, hand pressing against the center of his back below his nape, between his shoulder blades.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” Blake whispered. He was at Will’s mercy—and he fucking loved it.

“Hmmm, not quite ready. We need something else.” Blake moaned as another tie covered his mouth, gagging him. He whimpered as Will tied it at the back of his head. Oh God. Still half dressed, blindfolded, bound and gagged—it was all his fantasies brought to life.

That hand was back at his nape, holding him immobile. The faint aroma of lemon suddenly filled his nose. Will had opened the lip balm. Blake shivered as the light scent filled his senses. A stray thought filtered through his brain.
God, every time I use it from nowon, I’m going to think of this
. Blake liked that. The thought was driven from him as two fingers plunged into his arse.
Fuck……

Will bent low over him, his shirt soft against Blake’s cool skin. “Going to fuck you now, baby.” His breath tickled Blake’s ear. Blake’s cry was muffled by the gag as Will twisted his fingers deep inside him, finger-fucking him roughly. Blake pushed back, desperate for what was coming. Will kissed down his spine, never pausing Sneve h once in his erotic assault. “God, you’re eager, aren’t you?” Blake mewled. Will let out a soft laugh. “Patience. I want this arse ready for when I slide eight inches of hard, thick cock into it.” Blake whimpered.
Come on and
fuck
me already
. “Going to let go of you while I put on the condom. Don’t move.”
Blake bobbed his head in frantic agreement as Will released him, his fingers pulling free of his body. The sound of the foil seemed so loud. He heard the snap of latex and shivered in anticipation. He lay absolutely still, never daring to move, listening for every sound, waiting anxiously for the first sign that he was about to get fucked. At last he felt Will’s cock, hot and hard as he pressed against his hole. He pushed back but Will held him down.

“No, baby.
I’m
in charge here.” Blake could have screamed in frustration. He held himself still, listening for any sound—and then his body went rigid as Will thrust into him, filling him completely.
Fuck, he’s big
. Will grabbed him at the wrists and shoulder as he slammed into him, balls slapping against Blake’s arse. Blake’s mouth opened in a silent scream, the sound cut off by the gag as Will assaulted his arse, pushing him relentlessly toward orgasm.

“Fuck, I’d forgotten how tight you are.” Will moved faster now, his cock hitting his gland with every thrust. Blake’s dick lay trapped against the desk, sliding over the smooth wood as each thrust propelled him forward. He whimpered in gratitude as Will released his shoulder and pulled at his hips, lifting his arse higher. Then he reached around and grabbed Blake’s cock, tugging at it forcefully, the action just the right side of painful.

“You gonna come for me soon?” Will panted above him. Blake could feel the scrape of Will’s belt buckle against the back of his thighs, his shirt flapping against his back. God, he wished he could see how this looked. Will fully clothed, fucking him over his desk, Blake half bare, pants halfway down his legs. The image took him perilously close to the edge, and he shuddered. Will sped up, hips slamming into Blake as he withdrew almost entirely, only to thrust back into him repeatedly. It was too much. Blake’s balls pulled up tight against his body.

Will’s chest met his back, his hips pumping as he fucked him hard, his fist a grip of iron around Blake’s cock. “Come for me.”
Blake stiffened as he shot his load, listening to Will’s breathless pants as he fucked him through his orgasm, Blake’s internal muscles tightening around his dick. Suddenly Will’s cock felt bigger, filling him completely, and he knew Will was coming. Will grabbed him around his chest, holding him tightly against his body as he came. Blake felt the pulse of his come deep inside him, its heat muted by the latex. Will lay prone, their bodies joined, Will’s cock held prisoner within him.

Blake could have cried with relief as Will thoughtfully removed his gag and blindfold, before untying the shirt from around his wrists. He rubbed at Blake’s wrists, encouraging blood flow, and then took hold of his head to turn it toward him and bring their lips together in a kiss which was sublimely tender. Blake lost himself in the kiss, desperate to hold onto the connection between them, mewling with disappointment as their lips parted company.

“Oh babe.” Will’s voice shook with emotion. “That was wonderful.”
Blake let out a soft entreaty. “Kiss me.” Will seemed only too happy to oblige, claiming his mouth immediately, their kisses intense and heady. He felt Will’s softened cock slip from his body.

The sound of the doo Snd their kr handle rattling was an unwelcome intrusion.

“It’s locked, remember?” Will whispered. Blake nodded in relief, only to have his heart give a jolt as he heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

“Have you seen Blake? His office appears to be locked.” Oh fuck. Melissa.

Will’s eyes widened and they separated frantically, Will yanking off the condom and disposing of it hastily, the pair of them pulling up pants, rapidly dressing themselves, and all the while they could hear Rick outside, talking with Melissa. Blake glanced around in a panic. The air was thick with the scent of come and sex. Will dashed into the bathroom and emerged with the air freshener, spraying it around wildly. Blake’s fingers refused to cooperate as he tried to retie his tie, his heart giving another jolt as the handle rattled once more.

“Blake? Are you in there?” Her nasal voice sounded so loud. Will placed his folders back on the desk, before glancing down swiftly at himself and then Blake, giving him the thumbs up. Blake went to the door and with a final hand through his hair to calm it, turned the key and opened the door. Melissa halted in mid action, clearly about to knock. Rick was standing beside her, looking very apologetic.

“Melissa. What can I do for you?” He tried his best to keep his tone even.

Melissa pushed past him and strode into the room, scanning it, clearly suspicious. “Why was the door locked?” Her voice was hard.

Blake arched his brows. “We were in the middle of a planning session. I’d asked for us not to be disturbed.” He scowled. He hated the way she turned up unannounced, walking into the office as if she had a God given right to be there. Maybe it was time to put paid to this whim of his father’s. No way would Blake come out, but he’d make sure Justin knew he wouldn’t put up with having any more would-be girlfriends foisted upon him.

Melissa walked over to the desk, teetering in those ridiculous four inch heels. Her long, red hair was as immaculately groomed as ever, her make-up impeccable. Blake sighed internally. Melissa’s appearance was her number one priority. He moved toward her, about to ask her to leave when she froze, her attention fixed on the desk. Oh hell. Now what? Then she walked over to the waste paper bin and glanced down into it. Blake saw Will’s face pale.

Melissa turned slowly on her heel to face him. “Well, that explains a lot.” There was a cold, malicious smile across her face.

Will stood frozen to the spot by the sofa. Oh fuck. This was going to be bad.

Melissa had her back to him, her attention focused on Blake. Will moved quietly across to the desk, but she whirled around to glare at him. “And you can stay right where you are.” She smiled, revealing perfectly even, white teeth, but there was no warmth to her smile. Without moving her head, she barked an instruction to Blake. “Close the door, Blake. We don’t want to be disturbed, do we? Not while the three of us have a little chat.” She winked at Will, who couldn’t help the shudder that rippled through him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, dimly hearing Blake close the door and cross the room to the sofa.

“Why don’t you sit down, Will?” Her voice sent a shiver down his spine. “And Blake, come sit next to your boyfriend.”

Blake’s face was deathly pale. “W-what are you talking about?”

Melissa’s lips narrowed. “Don’t bother to deny it. There are spots of come on your desk and a condom wrapper in your bin—along with the used condom.” Blake’s eyes met his. Will could only shrug helplessly. He knew what she’d seen as soon as she’ Soonnd gland glanced at the contents of the bin. Blake sat down heavily on the sofa. Will couldn’t help his response: he reached out and took his hand, holding it tight. Blake glanced down and then gave him a grateful look.

“Oh, how sweet.”

Both men turned to face her. Melissa’s cheeks were flushed, but the expression on her face was pure spite.

Blake straightened. “What do you want?” Will was proud of him.

“Nothing much.” Somehow Will doubted that. “I’ve had enough of being the latest in a long line of unsuccessful girlfriends, that’s all.”