Page 40 of Never Too Late

“I never fucked you over my desk.”

“You should have done,” I shot back as I squeezed lube into my palm. “You’d have been closer to the phone.”

“Ouch!”

I pressed on regardless, determined to extract my pound of flesh for Cillian being such a fucking tease. “You could have fucked me while talking on the phone. Best of both worlds.” It was disappointing that all I got was a slight eye-roll for my comment. “Both hands,” he instructed when I went to put the lube back down.

“It’s flattering that you think I need both, but my cock really isn’t that big.”

He laughed. “I promised you were getting fingered.”

“Ah, that’s right, you did. And I have zero problems with that plan.”

“Good!”

Cillian said nothing as I finally lowered my hand to my cock and got to touch. I could feel his stare burning into me as I closed my fist around my cock and gave it a couple of strokes, shockwaves shooting through me as my palm grazed the sensitive glans. Cillian was right about one thing. If I wasn’tcareful, this wouldn’t last long. “When do you want me to finger myself?”

“Not yet,” I mockingly mouthed in time with Cillian as he predictably rolled out the phrase that seemed to sum up tonight. “I’ll tell you when.”

“Right.” I slid down in the chair, a glance at the screen confirming all the important parts could still be seen. Although, I’m sure Cillian wouldn’t have been shy about telling me had I robbed him of the sight. There was a moment where I pondered how an innocent video call to check he was okay had turned into this before I shoved it to the back of my mind. For two men incredibly attracted to each other, five days spent together doing no more than kissing, and close to a week of talking to each other without straying into anything sexual was an achievement in itself.

For the next few minutes, my only focus was on giving my rigid cock the attention it craved while watching Cillian do the same. We hadn’t done anything like this while we were together. So getting to watch him pleasure himself, to see sweat bead on his brow and his chest, and the rosy flush spread on his skin, was beyond exquisite. Every now and again, I had to stop for fear of coming, my breaths coming in ragged pants. I leaned forward during one of those breaks, drinking it all in.

Cillian’s lips quirked. “Enjoying the show?”

“Very much so. I’m wishing I’d hit the record button.”

“It’s not too late.”

“You’d let me?”

A momentary pause. “I trust you. It’s not like you’re going to put it on Pornhub or anything.”

“That depends. Do you get paid?”

“No idea.”

“Maybe next time. I’m greedy. I want the entire show. Not just the last act.” I sat back in my chair, holding my lubedfingers up to the camera. “Speaking of which, these poor guys are wondering why they were called into work today if there’s nothing for them to do.”

“Maybe I’ll record myself and send it to you.”

“You should,” I said huskily. “One a day.”

Cillian laughed. “I’ll have Amrita put it on my schedule. She can work out where I can squeeze a morning wank in.”

“Not my problem. I’m just the client waiting for you to deliver the promised goods.”

Cillian grinned. “You sound like numerous clients I’ve had over the years.” He jerked his chin at the fingers I still held in the air. “Go on. Start with one.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on shoving my entire hand in.”

His hand stopped moving on his cock while he watched me shift position on the seat so I could spread my thighs even wider and tip my hips up. Fingering yourself on a chair wasn’t an ideal situation, but I was determined to make it work. The first lubed finger slid in relatively easily, and I combined a lazy thrust of the digit with resuming the movement of my hand over my cock.

“Gorgeous,” he said. “Makes me wish it was my cock, though, so I could feel how tight and hot you are.”

“Makesmewish it was your cock. How would you fuck me?” I asked as I introduced another finger to make the fantasy more realistic.

“Exactly as you like it.”

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