Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (33 page)

Docking was one of his favorite things to do with Tate.  He’d fantasized about before they’d ever started sleeping together.  Tate’s cock slide alongside his own, up under his foreskin, and he clasped the two together and began to jack them off simultaneously.

Tate’s hands gripped his shoulders.  Alex could make out the sheen of sweat that had appeared on his chest, and he marveled with inner smugness at the way Tate half-closed his eyes and let his mouth drop open.  It was too good an invitation to resist.

Alex leaned in, claiming Tate’s mouth and his generous, full lips, even as he continued to maintain the rhythm between them.  The slip of tongues against each other was no different from the slide of their cocks together. Alex swallowed Tate’s moan as he kept working the connection between them.  He began to thrust with his pelvis, adding a heartfelt groan as he felt the mounting arc of pleasure.

Tate broke the kiss first, fingers digging into Alex’s sweater as though he were still the tiger, his head tipping back and the muscles on his neck cording as he came.  Warm fluid surrounded Alex’s cock and he felt the pulsing tremors as Tate emptied himself into his foreskin.  It was all he could do to keep standing, to keep from sinking his teeth into Tate’s neck.  His own orgasm was close and yet seemed just out of reach.

Tate gave him a sleepy-lidded smile and leaned into his shoulder, turning his nose into Alex’s neck.  Without warning, he bit down hard.

The flash of pleasure-pain arched through Alex and straight to his cock.  His spine went rigid as he tensed, his ass muscles clenching as he shuddered and came.

They held each other up afterward.  

“Damn,” Tate breathed into his ear at last.  “You always know how to get to me.”

“What about you?” Alex gave a breathless laugh.  “I thought biting was my line.”

“Can’t let you have all the fun.”  He made a noise of regret when Alex released his grip on the two of them and they slipped apart.  

“You can bite me any time,” Alex said, watching as Tate’s pupils dilated at his words and feeling the corresponding twitch in his cock.  

They continued to provide each other support.  Tate rested his hand on Alex’s hips while Alex rested his forearms on Tate’s shoulders.

“So, when do you want to hold this party?”  Alex asked.

Tate lifted his head in surprise.  “Really?  You want to go through with it?  Alex, you won’t regret it, I promise.”

“Don’t get your hopes up too high,” Alex warned, as he nuzzled the side of Tate’s neck and smelled the blood thrumming there, just underneath the skin.  “This is just round one of negotiations.  Give me an hour or two to recover and we can discuss the guest list.”

Tate gave a soft laugh, not unlike his tiger’s chuff.  He pulled Alex in for a kiss.  “Promises, promises,” he said with a smile.

FIN

Copyright ©2010 Sarah Madison

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HOLIDAY BONUS by Stephani Hecht

dear santa,

this year i'was a very good girl .Yesterday , i surprised this man in a study and i would like to know: what happened? it's an employee or the boss ?
plaese santa answer me.

{PHOTO INSERT:  A very handsome man stands in front of a closet wearing an expensive tailored suit. The dress shirt is open to reveal a leather S&M harness underneath and a pair of silver handcuffs hanging from his belt.}

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Eli glanced up at the clock and silently counted off the minutes left until his shift ended. His hands balled up into fists, the move almost unconscious as he shifted in his plush office chair. The laptop in front of him let out a low hum as the fan kicked on, but he mostly ignored it. Who could think of something as mundane as numbers and stock reports on a day like today?

The distraction wasn’t due to the fact that it was Christmas Eve. Nor did it have anything to do with the threat of a heavy snowstorm that was due to blow in at any moment. While those two things had the potential to be annoying at best, they didn’t account for his nerves and near panic. No, it had everything to do with the man in the next office. The hottest, sexiest son of a bitch in Ohio, if not the entire United States.

On its own accord, Eli’s gaze drifted to the closed door that separated their desks. Since his boss was well…the boss, he had one of those plaques on his door that had his name engraved on it. He swallowed hard as his lips silently formed said name, Blake Weatherston.

Even with the wood barrier separating them, Eli could almost see the image Mr. Weatherston presented. With dark hair, cut into a short business cut and a steely gray-eyed gaze, he was the last type Eli ever thought he’d fall for. Yet, he had fallen, very hard. Eli knew he’d get hurt in the crash and burn that would no doubt be the end result of his child-like crush.

That still didn’t prevent Eli from indulging in numerous fantasies, however. All of them had the same theme, too--of him on his knees in front of Mr. Weatherston, head bowed, read to follow any order given.

A groan slipped past Eli’s lips as another scenario sprang into his lust-filled head--this one playing out with him nude, tied face down on a bed and waiting in eager anticipation for Mr. Weatherston to do something…anything that would either result in pleasure or the most exquisite pain.

Eli let out a low curse as he rubbed the heel of his hand against his hard cock. Great, just what he needed, to spring another woody while on the clock. His only silver lining was that he’d been the only employee who’d come in on the holiday.

The rest of the staff couldn’t understand why he’d willingly come in on Christmas Eve. He just shrugged it off before mumbling something about needing the overtime. No way in hell would he admit that he couldn’t stand being away from their aloof, stern employer. While everyone else looked forward to the weekend, Eli cursed them.

He dropped his head to the desk, a sigh of self-disgust brushing against his lips. How much more of a loser he could be? Here his crush had developed to near stalker status when Mr. Weatherston never bothered to glance twice at him unless it was to issue an order. Not the good kind of orders either, but ones that had to do with paperwork or clients.

The computer pinged, letting him know he had a new email message. Since he didn’t want to deal with the mounting pile of forms and paperwork that awaited him, he decided to check out the message. In truth, the email both confused and intrigued him since nobody else was at work. It could be a client, but he doubted that even they would be out and working when they had celebrations to attend. Not everyone had just an empty apartment and microwave dinner to keep them company. Normal people had families and friends.

He clicked on his inbox and frowned when he saw it came from Mr. Weatherston. Opening it, he frowned even further as he scanned the note,
Come to my office, now.
The message was curt and cold, just like Mr. Weatherston’s personality. In the three months he’d worked there, Eli didn’t think he’d seen his boss smile once, not even when one of the receptionists, Renee, brought in her new baby. Who couldn’t break out a smile for an infant? It brought hardass to a whole new level.

That still didn’t stop Eli from fantasizing about the man though. If anything it made him want him more. He wasted countless hours thinking of unique and imaginative ways he could finally earn a smile of approval from Mr. Weatherston. Just one, that’s all Eli would need. Hell, there didn’t have to be any teeth behind it. He’d be willing to take a tight-lipped Mona Lisa number, just so long as he knew that he’d pleased the guy.

Eli’s computer
pinged
again. Somehow the noise carried a sharp edge of annoyance. Even before he clicked the refresh button, he knew it would be from Mr. Weatherston. He swallowed against a dry throat as his gaze drifted over the new message, this one even shorter than its predecessor.
I said, now!

He rubbed the palms of his hands over his coal-colored dress slacks as he darted a look at the door. Heart pounding in fear and just maybe a bit of arousal, Eli forced himself to stand and move to the door.

With every step he took closer, his chest grew tighter and more anxiety churned in his gut. He chided himself for having such a stupid reaction. The boss probably just needed help with the new computer program again. Ever since corporate switched to a new system, Mr. Weatherston had been yelling out questions to his personal assistant at a nearly hourly base. He must have turned to Eli out of desperation since they were the only ones present.

He swallowed hard once more as he raised his hand and gave a short, hard knock. As he waited for a response, he clenched his hands into fists, silently cursing himself as he realized they were empty. He should have brought along a pad of paper in case he had to take notes or something.
Stupid! How many times do you think you’ll be able to fuck up before they kick your sorry ass to the street?

Before he could berate himself any longer, Mr. Weatherston called, “It’s about time. Get in here.”

Eeep…not exactly how he’d hoped the conversation would start, but it wasn’t like Eli could turn tail and bolt now. Not unless he wanted to start off the new year collecting unemployment. He took in a deep breath before he turned the handle.

Mr. Weatherston barely looked up from his computer as Eli entered. That was okay though, since it gave Eli a chance to really study his boss. Even seated behind his massive, oak desk, Mr. Weatherston still managed to look dominating and like a fuck-me-please dream come true. His normally carefully groomed, dark hair had a small cowlick in the front, like one would get tugging at in frustration or something. He’d taken off his suit coat and loosened his red tie, plus the top few buttons of his black dress shirt were undone, but that didn’t make him any more approachable.

More uneasy than ever, Eli shuffled forward another couple steps. He deliberately left the door slightly open. While the idea of being trapped by Mr. Weatherston may send a thrill through Eli that went straight to his cock, he didn’t have any aspirations to their conversation would last more than a few seconds.

When several tense beats passed and the boss didn’t say anything, Eli nervously cleared his throat. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

That got Mr. Weatherston’s attention, but not in the way Eli wanted. He glared up from his work, his full sensual lips pressed into a disapproving line. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission.”

Eli blinked a few times, the words hitting him like a slap to the nose. He felt as if he’d just been a puppy reprimanded for barking at the mailman or something. A rush of anger went over him. Unfortunately so did a wave of desire. Great, just what he needed to finish off this craptastic day, to spring an erection in front of his boss. He could almost hear how he’d have to explain that one away to the unemployment office.

“How did you lose your last job?”

“Well, you see my penis couldn’t control itself and decided to stand up and be noticed while I was in my employer’s office. Oops, my bad.”

The silence continued to stretch and Eli fought the urge to shift nervously on the balls of his feet. Why in the hell didn’t Mr. Weatherston just tell him what he wanted? Surely he didn’t call Eli in here just so he could watch his boss working on the computer. If so, it seemed like a damn waste of his time and since Mr. Weatherston was the one who signed Eli’s paychecks, he should care about that more than anyone.

Just when Eli felt ready to crawl out of his skin, Mr. Weatherston turned and gave Eli a smile. An actual frigging smile! Eli’s lips parted slightly in shock and he had to hold back a gasp of surprise.

“I’m glad to see you can follow direction. It lets me see that you have potential,” Mr. Weatherston said as he slowly rose to his feet.

Warmth pooled in Eli’s stomach at the praise. If he had been that reprimanded puppy, his tail would have been wagging in anticipation. He opened his mouth to shoot off a thank you, but quickly clamped it shut again when he realized he didn’t have permission to speak.

Mr. Weatherston walked past Eli, their bodies so close together that Eli could smell the expensive cologne the man wore. A mix of sandalwood and musk, it never failed to set Eli’s libido off. While he wanted to turn his head in order to drink in more of the scent, something told him that any movement on his part wouldn’t be welcomed. Not unless it was under Mr. Weatherston’s orders.

* * * *

Blake bit back a moan as he watched the younger man struggle to obey his commands. The short, hesitant way he moved screamed his inexperience. Yet, Eli still seemed so eager to please…to submit. Blake forced back another smile as he relished the thought of finally being able to have some alone time with his newest employee.

Eli lowered his blue-eyed gaze to the ground, his plump lips slightly parted as he took in sharp breaths. While Blake knew the man styled his short, dark hair into a faux hawk off hours, while at the office, he kept in a more conservative style, only spiking the very front slightly. He wore a suit that didn’t appear expensive, but still managed to fit his thin build to perfection. The tie was tight and perfectly knotted, just as Blake had come to expect from his employee. Eli always strived to be the best worker, the neatest dressed, the most efficient at office procedure, in other words, a damn perfectionist. It was trait that both impressed and annoyed Blake.

Truthfully, Eli should be off limits. Blake was his boss and the other man was ten years, two months and thirteen days younger. Ever since Blake first laid eyes on the too-hot-for-his-own-good brat, he’d been fighting the attraction that he knew went both ways. Blake had been doing a good job of keeping his distance, too, until two things happened.

Number one may not have been enough to have pushed Blake over the edge. Eli had gone on a few dates with one of the guys from the next office over. While it had created tinge of jealously, Blake only had to take one glance at the pathetic loser to know he’d never last with Eli. Even from across the parking garage, Blake could tell the man would be too soft and easy for Eli to manipulate. Even in the short time Blake had known Eli, he realized the younger man yearned for someone stronger and in control.

Still, if that had been the only issue, then Blake would have been okay. He could deal with a little bit of jealously--not that he felt proud of his moment of weakness, but he would have gotten over it. Then, just as he thought he had a handle on the situation, he got slapped with problem number two—he had to work all day with Eli, the two of them alone.

Blake realized immediately there would be no way in hell he could be around that sweet temptation all day and not give into his urge to sample just a little bite. Now that he actually had Eli in his office and at his mercy, Blake also knew that neither of them would be leaving any time soon, nor would there be any more work getting done.

He pushed the door the office closed, biting back another smile as he noticed Eli tracking the movement. Eli even licked his lips a few times in a nervous gesture. He didn’t break and speak, however, and for that, Blake was willing to give a small reward.

“Did you enjoy your holiday bonus?” Blake asked as he moved in behind Eli.

Eli nodded, but didn’t turn around. “Yes, Mr. Weatherston. I especially liked how you gave us a magazine subscription in addition to a check. So every month now, I’ll get a new magazine. It’s like a gift that keeps on giving. I’ve always been fond of that kind of present.”

Blake smiled at Eli’s babbling answer. “Why don’t you call me Blake?”

“Sir?” Eli turned his head slightly in Blake’s direction. The way Eli’s brow furrowed in confusion could only be called cute.

“You can call me that, too. In fact, sir would work much better in certain circumstances. Just not Mr. Weatherston. It’s too formal.”

“I don’t understand,” Eli replied in a small voice.

“I’m not going to be coy. I want you and by the fuck-me looks you’ve been shooting my way, I would say that you want me, too.” He ran the back of his fingers along Eli’s cheek, relishing the shiver he earned in response. “Unless I’m mistaken. If I am, then just tell me. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to and if you say no, it won’t mean you’ll lose your job either.”

Eli’s closed his eyes as he took in a shuddering breath. When his lids opened again, Blake’s cock jerked in response when saw the arousal darkening the man’s gaze.

“I want it very much, Mr. Wea…sir.”

“Good boy,” Blake praise as he caressed Eli’s cheek once more. “There’s one more thing you should know though. If we do this, I’m in charge. While I’ll never do anything that you don’t want, I still call the shots.”

A tiny smile passed over Eli’s lips. “In other words, you’re still the boss.”

Blake cupped Eli’s chin and forced him to lock gazes. “More than that, I’ll also be there to protect you and to guide you. Do you understand what that means?”