Page 34 of Catching a Con Man

“Someone could walk in,” whispered Tyler, but there was no conviction in it. He was moving his hand, granting me the access I wanted. I pushed at the chair and shuffled forward on my knees so that I was hidden completely behind the desk.

“Then you better be a good boy and act like you’re working if they do,” I said. I moved each of Tyler’s hands to the arms of the chair and gave them a brief squeeze so he knew to stay there, and then finally got to unwrap my prize.

I pulled his cock from the confines of his suit trousers and nuzzled at it with my lips. I dragged the sensitive head over my lips and then scraped it over the bristles of my stubble, and Tyler gasped. From my vantage point, I could see his knuckles turn white as he gripped the chair hard.

I gently nipped and licked at the head of his cock until he was gently moaning my name. I didn’t want him to finish too quickly. I wanted this sex to leech away the stresses of the day and bring him to a point of ecstasy.

“Fucking killing me, Ade,” he whispered as I missed up the shaft and licked a bead of pre-cum from his slit.

“Yeah? Want me to kill you a little more?” I asked. I pulled down on his cock and then back up slowly and gently, and licked another drop away as it rose to the surface. As I repeated the action, each time savouring the salty musk of his release, I palmed at my cock through my trousers. The lack of attention had it hard as an iron rod, but I loved this rare feeling of being completely subservient to someone else’s needs.

I hadn’t realised that Tyler had moved his hand from the arm of the chair until it was tangled in my hair and pushing my head down, with little force but with clear intent I gladly took his instruction and took his cock in my mouth as deep as I could. If Tyler wanted me to stop teasing, to take things to the point of no return? Then I could do that.

I took him to the back of my throat until I was gagging and his moans had reached a pitch that had me worried someone would open the door to check on us. But the bass of the music at the party was getting louder, and I knew we could afford a little noise. I was practically dry humping my hand in frustration at my cock’s lack of freedom, but the feeling of subservience to Tyler was keeping me rock-fucking-solid. Every moan I pulled from him, every time his fingers scratched at my scalp through my hair and every whisper of my name made me determined to get him off.

Tyler’s grip on my hair tightened, and he started thrusting up into my mouth faster. His balls were hugging close to his body, and I knew he was close, and I matched the pace I was rubbing on my trousers. I couldn’t believe it, but I felt like I was about to cum without even touching my bare cock.

“Fuck, Ade, just like that. You feel so good,” Tyler moaned. I groaned around his cock and he shivered even as he pumped into my mouth. And then he stilled for just a second before that salty, musky taste was filling my mouth and I was coming up against the flat palm of my hand through two layers of fabric. I did my best to swallow every drop of Tyler’s cum before pulling away and wiped at my mouth.

Tyler laughed. “Mouthful?”

“Shut up.” I put both hands on his thighs to push myself up and winced when I felt how sticky and gross I felt. I’d wasted a hell of a load in my underwear. I leaned down to kiss Tyler, with no urgency or need to move on. I just wanted to capture his champagne taste for a moment.

As I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, Tyler seemed to hesitate. “Do you need me to…help you?”

I felt the blush rising, and I cleared my throat. “No need,” I choked out. “All good.”

“Damn, my dick skills that good?” Tyler grinned. “Guess I can retire happy. So, shall we go to that party now?”

“Bastard,” I muttered. Tyler smirked as he tucked his softening cock back into his trousers and stood. “Why don’t we go back to mine instead?”

“To…stay?” Tyler asked.

“If you like,” I said, praying that he’d say yes. Three weeks of no Tyler in my bed was enough for me. I wanted to wake up wrapped around him.

“Sounds good to me,” said Tyler. “Sure you don’t want to party for a bit longer first?” And then he poked at the front of my crotch with a fucking disgustingsquelch.

“I hate you. Invite rescinded,” I grumbled.

“Sure. Let’s go.” Tyler grabbed my hand and led me from his office, and we both did our very best not to notice any looks we got from the staff as we weaved our way through the party.

I was finally getting to take Tyler home with me. And I couldn’t imagine anything better. I just hoped what he saw wouldn’t scare him off.

Tyler

Iknew Cardiff Bay well enough from many late night jaunts with a bottle of vodka. There was no better night out than sitting under the stars with your friends, getting drunk on cheap shop-brand vodka and eating marked-down sandwiches butting up against their sell-by dates. Though perhaps Ade wouldn’t be so familiar.

I knew of Electro’s staff complex in the Bay - a new affordable housing development specifically for Electro employees - but I hadn’t ever been. When I’d first told Ade it reminded me of the old company towns that forced their employees to spend their hard-earned wages in company shops, made staff socialise exclusively with other employees and had all sorts of arbitrary rules, Ade had just waved me off.Do you really think I would do something like that?he’d asked me with a wry smile.

Now, as we drove through the rows of terraced houses toward the central tower, I could see why he’d been so confident in the place. The streets were tidy, the houses and gardens well-kept.

“They drew up plans for a larger house for me,” Ade admitted as we drove under the tower into the parking garage. “But I wanted a penthouse. Something different to where I grew up. But I keep the plans, just in case I ever have a family.”

“Do you want kids?” I asked Ade.

He shot me a look, and I realised it sounded potentially like I’d added a mentalwith meto the end of the question. “I don’t know,” he answered after a second. “I grew up with four siblings, and I’ve always enjoyed having a big family around. I just don’t know if I want Addison Crane the Third or whether I’m happy with nieces and nephews. How about you?”

“Never really thought about it,” I said. “I never really thought I’d be able to start one.” Ade didn’t reply, just pulled up into a reserved space and got out of the car, and I did the same. Ade’s hand found mine as we walked to the lift, and I found I liked it. Once we were in the lift, Ade used his free hand to grab a key from his pocket and slotted it into a keyhole at the side. Only once he’d turned it did the lift start to move.

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