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You dirty, dirty boy.

TYLER

Shut it. And yes.

ANGUS

Consider it done. Have fun!

West looked at me as I smiled wickedly and set my phone down.

“Everything okay?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“It’s about to get better.” He started to pull food from the bags. “We aren’t going to eat.”

“What?” I moved around the other side of the desk and backed him against the wall. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around my body. I didn’t need to explain what was about to happen, especially when I grabbed the back of his head and attacked his mouth like a starving man. We had kissed and even made out a little the last three weeks, but not this. I was hungry for him, my tongue tangled with his, and the moans he made encouraged me. I pushed my hips tight against him and felt that he was rock hard already.

We rolled our cocks against each other, and it felt deliriously good. “Holy fuck West.” I pulled his shirt out of his pants and reached for his zipper. When I ran my palm up his hard length and pushed against him, he moaned long and low. Without any further encouragement he ran his hands under my shirt, sucking my tongue, and more sexy noises came from deep inside him. Itwas wonderful that we had built so much together emotionally, and the fact that we hadn’t had a chance to enjoy the physical has been hard, because I wanted him more than I had ever wanted someone. Being together like this was necessary.

Grinding on him like a teenager was pathetic, but I couldn’t help myself. “I’m sorry, I needed this West. I need you.”

My behavior didn’t matter though because West was shameless, as he rolled his hips seeking friction from my aching cock. He unbuttoned my pants, his fingers ran up and down my stomach, then teased along the waistband of my boxer briefs. Unable to control myself, I shuddered as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear, then rubbed back and forth. He kissed down my neck, sucked the skin under my jaw, his beard tickled my neck, and sent fire through my body.

Relief flooded me as he pulled down my jeans and underwear. I held my breath and waited until he touched my throbbing shaft. I knew how his fingers would feel on the hot, taut skin. Then nothing. One of his hands held my hip tight, and I knew there would be bruises from his grip, but his other hand didn’t touch me. “West.”

I could feel him smile against my lips. “Tyler?”

He kissed me some more his mouth moved just below my ear, as he sucked his way down my shoulder, then pulled back to drag my shirt over my head. My cock bobbed between us, steel hard and aching. I removed his shirt because I needed to touch as much skin as possible, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. When I pushed tight against him, I could feel the rough material of his briefs on my straining erection, which was both erotic and frustrating. “Fucking hell West.”

“What’s wrong?” He sucked and then bit his way down my shoulder my body started to shake.

“Why aren’t you touching me?” I could feel the sticky liquid that showed how aroused I was run down my erection.

“Oh. You want that?” He pulled back and looked at me innocently. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You bastard.” Finally, his hand wrapped around my shaft, and the fluid made it easy for him to stroke me. I sighed at the contact, and used all my restraint to not fuck uncontrolled into his hand. “God, it feels so good,” I whispered.

The sensation wasn’t even that different from jacking off, but knowing it was West who touched me and brought me pleasure made my brain feel fuzzy. Even though he teased, it was perfect. “We need to make sure we don’t go three weeks without being together ever again,” I told him between kisses.

“Agreed. I can’t get enough of you.” He kissed me deeply, making the small flames inside me start building into an inferno. Now that his hand was around me I freed his cock, and the sight of him made my balls draw up.

“Oh shit.” I didn’t want to come yet. As if he knew, he grabbed my balls and tugged them down, which helped me calm myself. Seeing him fully aroused the head above the foreskin begging for attention, made me want to drop to my knees and have him fuck my throat but he had to get back to work. We had been in here a while, and I was sure people were already looking for the manager. I had started to fantasize about him multiple times a day over the last few weeks, often unable to help myself early in the morning or while in the shower. Having his hand wrapped around me now was too much.

My hand shook when I reached for him because I was filled with a mixture of adrenaline and desire, which made me feel tight like a spring. As I wrapped my fingers around his magnificent rod, I had to concentrate on how to breathe, as I held his thick, hard, cock. I moved up his length, I squeezed, and was shocked by just how solid he was. The skin was smooth and hot, and he also leaked steadily, allowing me to use it for lubrication. “Fuck West. You are so perfect.”

He drove into my hand. “I’m not going to last long. It’s too good.” He said between pants.

I closed my eyes as we stroked each other, and got closer to the edge. Our kisses were desperate, and the sounds of our passion filled the room. If someone listened at the door, it would be obvious what was happening in the boss's office, and quite frankly, I didn’t care who knew. I’d bend him over the bar and fuck him if it meant I got intimacy with my boyfriend.

I ran the word boyfriend over in my head, but that was something for later. “Oh God, West. Oh God.”

“Yes. Please. Tyler please. Fuck. Yes.” It was just a series of words. Both of us worked to draw pleasure from the other. “Oh. Shit. Yes. Tyler. Baby. Tyler.” I felt the warmth of his release on my hand, which was enough for me to follow him over.

“West. Yes. West.” This man already had so much of me, but the sex. These were hand jobs in his office, and it was a whole other level for me. As I looked him right in the eyes, I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked it clean. I needed to taste him, the desire was feral, so he followed my lead, and brought his hand between us where we used our tongues to clean it together. The action was filthy, but it filled something inside of us.

He leaned his head against the wall, holding me tightly against him. “I needed that. We needed that.”

I nodded. “I’m sure glad you were on board with my idea.”

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