Page 26 of Keeping it Casual
Dustin always turns up with a sexy grin and lunch for me.
“What have you got for me today?” I ask two weeks into our new arrangement when he’s just arrived in my office, shutting and locking the door behindhim.
Dustin puts the brown paper bag from the bakery on top of my filing cabinet. “You’ll find out soon. After some fun.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you trying to imply you can buy me with lunch? I’m worth more than a simple tuna sandwich, you know.”
He smirks at me. “A tuna sandwich and a chocolate muffin?”
“Now you’re talking.”
He laughs, and I grin.
Okay, I admit, it’s not just the sex with Dustin I’m getting addicted to.
I’m also getting addicted to the way he smiles at me. How he laughs at my bad jokes.
“You don’t have to buy me lunch every day, you know,” I say.
“I think you’ll find it’s in my best interests to keep you fully nourished,” he replies.
It’s my turn to laugh.
Dustin’s eyes darken, and he closes the distance between us and kisses me. God, the man can kiss. He really should give classes. Help all the clueless guys out there. Although personally, I’m very happy with our one-on-one tutoring arrangement.
After an extended kiss which has my cock hardening and leaking like its own version of Pavlov’s dog, I pull away from him.
“What do you want today?” I ask in my best saucy voice. “Blowjobs, hand jobs, fucking me? All of the above?”
Now that my life has morphed into a porn film, I keep condoms and lube in my desk drawer. The bottom drawer, hidden under some tax accounting manuals.
“You’re going to condition me to get hard every time I see a desk,” he growls.
“Then we should definitely go office furniture shopping together,” I say. “That would be so much fun.”
“Fun for you,” he says as he backs me into the corner and kisses me again.
Somehow having Dustin’s tongue in my mouth is so familiar, yet kissing him is still incredibly hot.
And it becomes apparent as our kiss quickly turns ferocious that we’re not going to have the patience for prepping today.
His cock is hard against mine, rubbing in a delicious torment. The friction makes me groan.
I pull away, pushing him so he lands in my office chair. Then I’m on my knees, tugging his pants and boxers down so I can get to the good bits. Seeing Dustin hard and straining for me only makes me hornier. It’s one of those feedback loops with the potential to get out of control very quickly.
“You know, I always like to have dessert first,” I say.
“You start comparing my dick to dessert, and we could have issues,” he replies.
“I like banana splits,” I suggest innocently, licking a stripe down his cock. “And truffle balls are always a highlight.”
Dustin moans, and that makes my own cock throb even harder.
I take him into my mouth and suck him, sliding my tongue against the ridge of his cock. My hands find his balls, and I gently massage them as I continue to work my mouth up and down his length.
His salty, musky flavor fills my mouth.
I pull off so I can look up and give him a cheeky grin. “You do kind of taste like salted caramel.”
