Page 21 of Devil's Deal

My dick got harder under his intense gaze, and he moaned. That was hot. Did he really enjoy looking at me that much? I reached for my hardening length, ready to put on a show for him when he smacked my hand away. “You sit back, big cheese.” He waggled his eyebrows, then bent down and licked across the head of my cock.

“Shit,” I mumbled as he licked at my precum, tonguing the hole like he wanted to lap it up.

“Mm,” he said, raising up.

He dug in his back pocket and pulled out a packet of lube, and my eyes widened. My pulse sped up. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for all that, especially in my office. Although…my gaze flashed to my desk, and in my mind, I rearranged the things on top to give us the most room without making a mess.

Bosley snickered. “Don’t worry. I have something else in mind.” He leaned forward and nuzzled my nuts, inhaling deeply. “You smell good, too. All man.”

He sucked one ball into his mouth, blowing his hot breath over the soft skin, and my dick got harder. I wanted to grab myself and give it a tug, but he’d told me no, so I held back, gripping the arms of the chair. Like he’d heard me, he grabbed my cock and trailed his tongue slowly over the large, protruding vein running the length. All I could do was stare at this sexy man who was making me feel so wanted.

But no, this wasn’t that. Just because Mac had been the only other man to make me feel like this. Like I was worthy of him taking care of me, of taking me apart and possessing me, that wasn’t what Bosley was doing here. This was sex. It was fun. It was nothing more than a hookup. “You’re not paying attention to me. I knew it would take some work to get you out of your head.”

He didn’t understand, and I was glad. I’d be so embarrassed if he knew I was counting the reasons why I shouldn’t make this more than it was. That I shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t, fall for the man who’d just solved my security problems at the same time he’d told me he was staying a while.Applesauce. Applesauce.Applesauce.This wasn’t good. Could I have repeated no-strings-attached fun with the same person without developing some schoolboy crush?

That was a question for later. Bosley’s quest to distract me worked. He yanked me farther down in the chair, leaving my ass hanging off, then squeezed lube onto the middle finger of his left hand. He grabbed my weeping cock with his right hand, then he bent over, swallowing me down as his other hand found my hole.

“Fuck,” I said, louder than I’d meant to, as I arched my hips.

Bosley laughed around my dick, dark and dirty, keeping me there, deep in his throat, as his finger slowly—so slowly—circled my hole.

“Oh fuck.” I hit the padding on the chair's arms.

Bosley popped off enough to say, “Fuck my face, quirky Cory.”

He opened wide, hovering right over the head of my cock, then pushed at my entrance with his finger. I jerked into his mouth, and his lips closed tight around my cock. He prodded my hole again, and I bucked. Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust my hips in and out of the welcoming warm heat of his mouth.

His finger circled my hole, around and around, playing with the tight ring, teasing it, teasing me whether he’d penetrate me. Fuck, I wanted that. Wanted to feel the breach, the pressure. It had been so long since something had been inside me but my dildo. And it wasn’t the same. The orgasm was fine, but it left me feeling alone. Incomplete.

Bosley let my dick slip out of his mouth and gazed at me. “What do you want? Tell me.” Then he was bobbing on my length again, cupping my nuts and massaging my hole.

It was everything, yet not enough. Not nearly enough. “Fuck my hole. Make me come, D—” I was just coherent enough to cut myself. “Please, Bosley. I need you inside of me. I need to come.”

He pushed through the tight muscle, and my hips jerked of their own accord, gagging him, and he hummed in pleasure. “Fuck yeah. That’s it. I need to come. Fuck me. Suck me. Make me come. I want to come now.” He was so fucking attentive. He finger-fucked me so good—going farther and harder and faster with every thrust.

The fingers of his other hand tightened around my nuts to just this side of pain, and it felt, I felt fuckin’ fantastic. Like every nerve ending was alive and electrified. I’d been so numb for so long, and this man, so attentive and mindful, was bringing me back to life. That telltale feeling in my spine alerted me to the fact I was about to come. I didn’t want to. Not yet. I wanted the feelings cascading through me to continue forever.

But I also needed the sweet relief of climax. To fly away on that blissful cloud where nothing else mattered for at least a few minutes. Not the pain of losing my husband. Not the guilt of enjoying this so much with another man, a guest, a Daddy who wasn’t my own. Not the?—

Bosley thrust hard, curling his finger and pressing into that spongy spot inside me, while firming his lips around me, suctioning my release right out of my body and into his mouth. As a loud moan escaped from my throat, he hummed and gagged and swallowed me down.

Drained and sensitive, I closed my eyes, pushed at his forehead until he let my dick go with one last slurp, and slumped into my seat. “What the hell was that?” I mumbled, half-asleep.

“A gift from me to you,” he said, his voice trembling with laughter. “Let me clean you up.” I heard the sound of tissues being pulled from the box on my desk, and then he was back with gentle hands, patting at all the places he’d manipulated and making sure no stray fluids remained.

“Such a gentleman,” I slurred. “Give me a minute, and I’ll return the favor.”

He kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to go up to my room and shower off the day.”

I opened one eye. “But aren’t you…” I didn’t finish. The obvious bulge in his pants was all the answer I needed.

He palmed himself. “Of course I’m hard and horny. How could I not be? I just had my hands and tongue and mouth all over you. I’ll spray the minute I touch myself in the shower. Now lean back and rest for a minute.”

“M-kay.” I heard his raspy chuckle. Felt his lips touch my cheek. And when I roused myself from my mini-slumber, he was gone.

Chapter

Eight

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