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“Still you,” I replied, then kissed his nose. George was too adorable with his cheeky grin. Until now, I hadn’t noticed how long his lashes were and how they framed his pretty brown eyes. There were flecks of dark brown in them that reminded me of the tiger’s eye agate I collected as a kid and still kept somewhere.
George’s mouth dropped to my nipple, but his eyes never left mine. He wrapped his lips around my nipple and pulled gently. My milk, which had been on the cusp of leaking, poured into his mouth. He immediately began suckling. I felt the rhythm he established through every part of my body, including my cock. He’d been worried about popping an inconvenient boner, but that was my immediate problem. There was no way he didn’tfeel it pressed against him. When he shifted, I thought he might pull away. Instead, he twisted his lower half so I could feel his hardened dick too.
“You’re killing me, baby.” My fingers threaded through George’s hair when it seemed like he was going to pull off and break the latch. “No, finish that side. I’m fine.”
With my instructions, he settled back down and continued being chestfed. Endorphins settled into my cells, and every part of me relaxed. I kept my life simple by design, but whatever trifling worries I had seeped away, and the only thing left was this boy, this moment, this place. I knew I was blurring the lines of friendship, but I couldn’t help myself. Unfortunately for me, George was too precious to resist.
With one side drained, I broke the latch so he could switch. This time, the leaking had already started and had dribbled down my chest. George followed the milky trail and cleaned me with his tongue. The torture was delicious, and I’d repeat it daily if he’d let me. Before he could latch, I lifted his chin so I could see him directly. George might be a little, but it was unadulterated lust that stared back at me.
I captured his mouth in a gentle kiss. It was supposed to be a balm, but it ignited an inferno. My cock swelled painfully in my track pants, and George’s hardened in his overalls. I desperately wanted to feel him in my hand, but that line was a harder one to cross. But I’d still cross it in a heartbeat if I thought George was interested. He’d quickly shot to the forefront of my thoughts on most days. My urge to care for him wasn’t going away either.
What started as sweet quickly morphed into a full tongue experience. If I thought my cock was painfully hard before, it was nothing compared to now. Every part of me was hyperawarethat George’s body was within a finger’s reach. But I couldn’t take what he was offering without a real conversation about it. He was too precious to be hurt by a meaningless hookup. Maybe I wasn’t interested in a relationship, but I wasn’t a dick either. I wanted to give him one of those though.
“Suck me, baby. Please.” I ordered gently when we finally came up for air.
George immediately obeyed and latched on. Gone were the soft pulls, replaced by firm, hard draws. My brain nearly exploded, and my blood surged through my veins, carrying need with it. My hips couldn’t take it and pumped against George. Holy shit, I was fucking dry humping him and didn’t give a blessed goddamn. I wanted this man so fucking much. George made needy sounds and his hips began pumping against mine. Shit, we both needed it.
With his mouth still latched to my nipple, I captured his hip bone and turned us so we could grind against each other. Behind my pants, my cock begged for relief, and judging from George’s groans, he was in the same predicament. George sucked, and I ground into him, fabric dragging, heat climbing until my body screamed for release. My body felt like it was being turned inside out, and I knew relief was only possible from one thing.
George’s suckling became too erratic, and I broke his latch. He gulped air into his lungs, straining hard against me to find some friction. I grabbed his hips and positioned him fully underneath me. In turn, he wiggled one leg out and wrapped it around my leg. Our cocks were now fully aligned. We pumped against each other while our mouths fused in one burning kiss after another. A few more drives of my hips, and I threw my head back and shouted my release. I came in my pants like a teenager, and no fucks were given.
“Come for me like a good boy.” My words sparked another flurry of thrusts by George, and his shouted groan was followed by a growing wet spot against my thigh. “Baby, you are so fucking hot. So fucking sexy.”
It wasn’t just words. George looked deliciously wrecked with messy hair, blown pupils, and a flush that begged for round two. His dilated eyes and disheveled hair made me want to dirty him up even more. The wet spots on our pants weren’t comfortable, but I didn’t give a shit. It was proof I could make my boy—whoa, back the fuck up—this boy come. While I was at it, I couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off him. I skimmed over his arms and back while I dropped little kisses on his mouth. His panted breaths sounded like a symphony next to my harsh sucks of air.
“I made a mess,” he choked out.
“Yeah, I liked it.”
5
GEORGE
“Sorry, what was that? I must have misunderstood.” At my desk, I rubbed my hands on my slacks then forced myself to sit on them so they wouldn’t accidentally on purpose form an obscene gesture at the executive on my computer screen.
“Yeah, we love the work. You’re doing great. We’ve decided to reimagine our approach to ensure holistic alignment with our evolving cross-platform interface integration vision,” he said calmly, as if I hadn’t just wasted weeks of my life on this stupid thing. Absolute corporate nothing-speak. What did that even mean?
“But this is the fourth revision? The fifth? It’s within a few days of being fully completed.”
“George, with these new parameters, could you reuse some of the work you’ve completed?” my boss asked. The tension in his voice was palpable.
“Probably not. It’s a new system that they want to focus on,” I bit out.
“Do you think you can finish it within the same timeframe?”
“No.”
“Oh. It’s kind of urgent,” Exec Guy added unhelpfully.
“Well, that’s too damn bad.” Whatever patience I’d had was gone.My field of fucks was barren.
“On that note, how about George and I stay here and brainstorm some timeline updates?” The pleading of my boss was subtle but effective. “Tim, thanks so much for the information, and I’ll have a new timeframe for you as soon as I can.”
We both waited until Exec Guy was completely gone before speaking again. And I wasn’t going first. When that became obvious, my boss decided to step in.
“I know you’re upset, but…”
“I’m pissed. You can’t seriously expect me to restart again. I hope you’re charging them for all this bullshit.”
