Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best non fiction books of all time txt) 📗

Will had never experienced phone sex like it. He pulled off the Fleshjack and grabbed some tissues to wipe his softening cock, hissing as he touched the sensitized head. He dropped the tissues onto the floor along with the Fleshjack. It could wait until morning. “Now go to sleep, Blake.”

“Thank you.” Will could hear Blake’s fatigue. “G’night, Will.”

“Night, babe.” Both phone and lamp were switched off. Will’s last conscious thought before sleep took him was that he badly wanted Blake in his arms right now.

Chapter Seven

“Oh, not again.” Will muttered under his breath at the sight of the chocolate chip muffin sitting in the middle of his desk. Rick was passing by his office door and obviously heard him. He came up quietly behind Will and peered at the object of Will’s attention.

“Let me guess—from Karen.” Rick smirked.

Will groaned. “God, does everyone know about this?”

Rick laughed. “Pretty much, yeah. We’re all placing bets as to how long it takes you to cave in and surrender.” He eyed the muffin hungrily. “Although it does look delicious. I should be so lucky, having a sexy lady make me presents of chocolaty goodness every day.” He winked.

Will snorted. Sexy? “I swear, I’m not giving her any reason to think she’s in with a chance, honest.”

Rick guffawed. “Yeah, we can see that, too.” He winked once more. “You could always take her on one date and then break it off. You know, make her think you’re a total bitch.”

Will’s eyebrows arched and Rick reddened. More than once, Will had gotten a vibe from the young man, but he wasn’t about to test his theory. “Well, if you like the look of the muffin so much, you have it.” He picked it up and thrust it at Rick, who grinned.

“Yay! Thanks, Will, you’re a sweetie.” Rick gave him a gleeful look and exited the room quickly, hiding his prize in his hands. Will had to laugh. He really liked the exuberant Rick, who was always laughing and joking. Not to mention the fact that he was a real cutie.

He walked over to the adjoining door which was closed. Oh really. Will suddenly knew exactly why Blake had shut it. In the last two weeks, he’d caught Blake three times. He grasped the handle and quietly pushed the door open. Putting his head around the door, he grinned as he caught sight of Blake at his desk, his attention totally focused on the monitor. Earbuds prevented him from hearing Will’s approach as Will crept stealthily toward him. At the last minute, Blake jerked his head up, hastily pulling the earphones loose and blushing guiltily.

“Again? You not got enough work to do?” Will tutted, but he knew his twitching lips gave the game away. Blake’s hand moved to the mouse. “Stop right there.” Will forced as much authority into his voice as he could. He vividly remembered the effect he’d had on Blake during his birthday encounter. Blake definitely had submissive tendencies. Well, Will could let out his inner Dom at the drop of a hat. Blake’s hand froze, hovering over the mouse.

Will moved around the desk to see what claimed his boss’s attention. He let out a long, low whistle. Blake was watching an orgy scene. At least seven or eight men, their bodies oiled up and glistening, were engaged in varied sexual acts. The camera focused on the men in the forefront who were having a threesome, two spit roasting the third.

Will chortled. “Like what you see?” He glanced down at Blake’s crotch and snorted. Fuck, the man was tenting. Blake gazed up at him, eyes glazed with lust.

“I was imagining what it would feel like to be the meat in that sandwich.” His eyes gleamed. Blake let out a low moan as he rubbed his erection with the heel of his hand. The sight had Will stiffening instantly. Inwardly he groaned. Why did his boss have to look so downright fuckable? Since their phone sex two weeks previously, he’d dreamed frequently about Blake, and the dreams were always the same—erotic.

His dick hardened further as he watched Blake slowly palm his erection, eyes fixed not on the screen but on Will. Oh, Blake wanted to play, did he? The way Will was feeling right now, Blake might get more than he bargained for. Because Will had a wicked idea.

“Got any condoms on you, Blake?”

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Blake’s hand froze in mid rub. “W-what?” He watched as Will walked slowly across to his office door and locked it. What the fuck? Then he locked the adjoining door. “Will? What are you doing?” he hissed.

“Answer the question.” God, when Will spoke to him like that, all the blood rushed south. Blake flushed hot and cold at the same time.

“I always keep a condom in my briefcase. For emergencies.” He swallowed as Will’s eyes gleamed, a wicked light in them.

“Get it.”

Oh my God, he’s not thinking of….. Blake was suddenly so hard he ached. Okay, so he’d fantasized once or twice about Will fucking him at work, the likelihood of being caught sending frissons of excitement skating up and down his spine, but now that he was faced with the very real possibility of it actually happening…. Fingers trembling, he reached into his briefcase and extracted the foil wrapped condom, giving it a cursory glance to check its expiration date. Phew. Still viable.

Will grinned when he saw it. “Okay, clear your desk. Now.”

Blake gulped. Oh hell. Hurriedly he began to pick up the folders which lay strewn across his desk and drop them hastily onto the floor. All that remained was the keyboard and monitor. Will moved stealthily toward him, unbuttoning his fly and taking out his cock, pulling at it leisurely. Fuck, he was hard. Blake shivered as Will came to stand behind him, so close that Blake could feel heat pouring off him. Will reached around his waist to