Page 49 of Catching a Con Man

Six Months Later

Icould hear the clinking of glasses and cutlery, and the general commotion of dozens of tireless workers working to make the first fully Electro-funded charity gala a success. And where was I? In a supply cupboard.

There was a mop jammed underneath the door handle to hold it closed, but I knew if anyone really wanted to get in they would. I was slumped against some very uncomfortable shelves, my Armani trousers gathered round my ankles and shirt rucked up above my stomach as Tyler did exactly what he did best. Herode.

We were both sweating in the heat of the confined space, but as Tyler sank back down onto my cock I found I really didn’t care. He was bringing me closer to orgasm with every passing second, and I had his shaft gripped tight so that he could pump in and out of my hand with every bounce of his hips.

“Oh God, Oh God, I’m…” Tyler spilled all over my hand and stomach, narrowly missing my shirt as I quickly pulled it even higher. He sank down until my balls were up against his arse and then I was coming deep into him, our foreheads touching as his name escaped my lips. For just a second, Tyler sat on my thighs as we got our breath back.

“Fuck, we made a mess,” he muttered. He reached automatically for his boxers on the ground as he pulled off me, then wiped my stomach and cock off with them, still straddling my thighs, which were starting to ache. “Oh shit. I’ll be going commando.” Tyler held up the boxers. “Why didn’t I fucking think this through?”

“It’s OK love, I don’t mind you going commando. In fact, I think it’sdirty” I said, dropping my voice.

There was a knock at the door, and Tyler scrambled off me. His cheeks had gone red, shyness overtaking him despite the fact it had been his idea to do it in a cupboard in the first place.

“It’ll take the edge off,” I muttered, echoing what he’s said earlier to convince me to have sex in a cupboard. Tyler hopped about, desperately trying to get one leg into his trousers. He fell into one shelf and a packet of kitchen roll fell right onto my head. I decided not to point that fact out to my now boxer-less Tyler as he kicked his underwear under the shelves. I pushed myself to my feet, groaning as my muscles cramped and blood rushed to my arse after an extended stint on cold concrete.

“I thought it would,” replied Tyler. “But now I’m even more keyed up.”

“Good. Use it.”

“You two better be dressed, because I’m kicking this door down in ten seconds!” Cam shouted from outside. “You promised you wouldn’t do this before the gala!”

Tyler buckled up his belt at last, and slipped his feet into his loafers. Other than the creases in his shirt and mussed up hair, you would never have known that I was buried in him just minutes earlier.

“Right…” I heard Cam mutter. “You have five…four…three…two…one…three quarters. Half. A quarter of a second and I’m going to…”

Tyler wrenched open the door, and Cam looked between the two of us. “Incredible,” he muttered. “God forbid anyone do any work around here.”

“Two things,” Tyler said, gently grasping the cuff of Cam’s immaculate tuxedo to hold him there. “Firstly, I did not promiseno shagging. I promised no funny business. And there is nothing funny about what your brother’s penis just did to my insides. Secondly, I organised this. From start to finish. I have been here since eight this morning, and I have personally costed every single item, addressed every invite and even dusted off a suit of armour I thought looked unacceptable. So forgive me for taking five minutes to myself. Now, I’m going to run to the toilet as fast as I can so that I can clean up the fantastic mess we just made.”

Cam blanched, and Tyler hobbled away. I couldn’t help but grin.

“You are both disgusting,” Cam muttered.

“Yup,” I agreed. “Then again, maybe you could find someone to get disgusting with.”

“Working on it,” he muttered. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about funding…what the hell is that?”

He had pointed at a little puddle by my feet, and I tested it with the sole of my shoe. “I think it’s…yup, that’s lube.”

“Oh myGod.”Cam flapped one hand at me. “I need you in the ballroom in five minutes. Clean yourself up.”

“Yessir.” As my brother walked away, I started to wonder when I’d started to let other people boss me around. This week, Tyler had me wrapped around his little finger. The gala was his baby, and every task he’d asked of me I had completed with gusto. And now my own little brother was telling me what to do. What a fall from grace. I grinned as I thought about it. I hadn’t known that life could be this fun.

I walked toward the bathroom and eased open the door. Tyler was styling his hair in the mirror, still looking visibly flustered.

“How’s commando life treating you?” I asked.

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”

“Jesus Christ, I wish I had your stamina,” I muttered.

“I’m going to be making a speech. In front of hundreds of people. Without my underwear on. Sex jokes are all I have left!” Tyler looked at me, and I could see the panic in his eyes.

“Shh. You know what they say about imagining everyone in their underwear? Just imagine that underneath their expensive suits and pretty dresses, no one is.”

“Will you be standing at the front?” he asked.

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