Page 57 of One is Never Enough

“That was a huge advance,” Zac responds. “Can you swing paying it back?”

“If not, we’ll take care of it,” I reply. “I just want this jackass to disappear.”

“We can make that happen. I know people,” Zac grins.

Vince rolls his eyes. “He’s not in the mafia.”

Oliver looks between them, trying to hide that he’s starting to shift his hips so I continue to rub his cock. “Who?”

“We have this client that Zac swears is in the mafia just because he’s Russian.”

“That’s not the only reason. Who the hell needs security like he does? I swear, the dude is into some shady shit.”

“Then why do you have him as a client?” Aiden laughs.

“Because he’s cool as hell, and he pays way above what we ask for.”

“I love Russian accents,” Oliver says. I squeeze him hard, and he drops his fork. “Or any accents.”

I give him a warning look and hear Toby try to cover up a laugh. I continue to play with him through dinner, and when we’re done, we go to my office so Vince and Zac can look over the contract. I pull Oliver down on my thigh so he’s straddling it. His body is completely rigid from the plug and from staying hard.

“Go tell Toby he can eat,” I tell Aiden. “Then bring him in here to assume the position.” He nods and disappears from the room.

Vince and Zac get seated on the couch against the wall and start pouring over the contract. I focus back on Oliver and run my hand up his back. “Ride my leg.”

“What?” he asks, flipping to look at me over his shoulder.

“Ride it, Cum drop.”

Oliver tentatively rocks back and forth a few times until he realizes that every time he moves, the plug rubs inside him and his cock rubs my thigh. He grips the edge of the desk, shifts his hips for more friction and starts to move. I run my hand down to his ass and squeeze. He has those gray dress pants on that make his ass look edible. I’ve been hard this whole time just from looking at him and Toby, knowing they’re stretched open with the plugs. And knowing that when I pull them out that their assholes will be gaping wide open. It’s not something I can do to them everyday without risk of permanent damage, but I can do it as a reward every once in a while.

“S…s…sir,” Oliver stutters, his movements picking up speed. “I need to come.”

“Then come. I want you to come in your pants like the little whore that you are.” I run my hand over his thigh and tuck it under his cock so he has more to work with.

“How long do you have to finish the designs?” Vince asks, glancing at Oliver.

I squeeze his cock hard. “Answer him.”

“Fo…four weeks.”

“Have you done any of them?”

“Yesssss,” Oliver hisses, never stopping his movements. He no longer cares that Vince and Zac can see him riding my leg desperately.

“Does he have access?” Zac asks, and Oliver shakes his head.

“No. He wouldn’t until I was finished.”

“Good. I think with some arm twisting, you can buy him out of the contract.”

“O…o…okay.”

They go back to look at the contract, and Oliver’s body starts shaking. He’s so fucking close, and when Aiden marches Toby into the room and shoves him back to the floor with his ass facing us, Oliver starts coming. “Good boy,” I growl, feeling his cum soaking his pants. “You aren’t wearing underwear.”

“Aiden wouldn’t let me,” Oliver moans, still working his hips back and forth.

“So fucking desperate,” I comment. “I bet if I bent you over this desk and pulled that plug free, you’d still be begging me to fuck you.”

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