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

of his thighs, his shirt flapping against his back. God, he wished he could see how this looked. Will fully clothed, fucking him over his desk, Blake half bare, pants halfway down his legs. The image took him perilously close to the edge, and he shuddered. Will sped up, hips slamming into Blake as he withdrew almost entirely, only to thrust back into him repeatedly. It was too much. Blake’s balls pulled up tight against his body.

Will’s chest met his back, his hips pumping as he fucked him hard, his fist a grip of iron around Blake’s cock. “Come for me.”

Blake stiffened as he shot his load, listening to Will’s breathless pants as he fucked him through his orgasm, Blake’s internal muscles tightening around his dick. Suddenly Will’s cock felt bigger, filling him completely, and he knew Will was coming. Will grabbed him around his chest, holding him tightly against his body as he came. Blake felt the pulse of his come deep inside him, its heat muted by the latex. Will lay prone, their bodies joined, Will’s cock held prisoner within him.

Blake could have cried with relief as Will thoughtfully removed his gag and blindfold, before untying the shirt from around his wrists. He rubbed at Blake’s wrists, encouraging blood flow, and then took hold of his head to turn it toward him and bring their lips together in a kiss which was sublimely tender. Blake lost himself in the kiss, desperate to hold onto the connection between them, mewling with disappointment as their lips parted company.

“Oh babe.” Will’s voice shook with emotion. “That was wonderful.”

Blake let out a soft entreaty. “Kiss me.” Will seemed only too happy to oblige, claiming his mouth immediately, their kisses intense and heady. He felt Will’s softened cock slip from his body.

The sound of the door handle rattling was an unwelcome intrusion.

“It’s locked, remember?” Will whispered. Blake nodded in relief, only to have his heart give a jolt as he heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

“Have you seen Blake? His office appears to be locked.” Oh fuck. Melissa.

Will’s eyes widened and they separated frantically, Will yanking off the condom and disposing of it hastily, the pair of them pulling up pants, rapidly dressing themselves, and all the while they could hear Rick outside, talking with Melissa. Blake glanced around in a panic. The air was thick with the scent of come and sex. Will dashed into the bathroom and emerged with the air freshener, spraying it around wildly. Blake’s fingers refused to cooperate as he tried to retie his tie, his heart giving another jolt as the handle rattled once more.

“Blake? Are you in there?” Her nasal voice sounded so loud. Will placed his folders back on the desk, before glancing down swiftly at himself and then Blake, giving him the thumbs up. Blake went to the door and with a final hand through his hair to calm it, turned the key and opened the door. Melissa halted in mid action, clearly about to knock. Rick was standing beside her, looking very apologetic.

“Melissa. What can I do for you?” He tried his best to keep his tone even.

Melissa pushed past him and strode into the room, scanning it, clearly suspicious. “Why was the door locked?” Her voice was hard.

Blake arched his brows. “We were in the middle of a planning session. I’d asked for us not to be disturbed.” He scowled. He hated the way she turned up unannounced, walking into the office as if she had a God given right to be there. Maybe it was time to put paid to this whim of his father’s. No way would Blake come out, but he’d make sure Justin knew he wouldn’t put up with having any more would-be girlfriends foisted upon him.

Melissa walked over to the desk, teetering in those ridiculous four inch heels. Her long, red hair was as immaculately groomed as ever, her make-up impeccable. Blake sighed internally. Melissa’s appearance was her number one priority. He moved toward her, about to ask her to leave when she froze, her attention fixed on the desk. Oh hell. Now what? Then she walked over to the waste paper bin and glanced down into it. Blake saw Will’s face pale.

Melissa turned slowly on her heel to face him. “Well, that explains a lot.” There was a cold, malicious smile across her face.

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Will stood frozen to the spot by the sofa. Oh fuck. This was going to be bad.

Melissa had her back to him, her attention focused on Blake. Will moved quietly across to the desk, but she whirled around to glare at him. “And you can stay right where you are.” She smiled, revealing perfectly even, white teeth, but there was no warmth to her smile. Without moving her head, she barked an instruction to Blake. “Close the door, Blake. We don’t want to be disturbed, do we? Not while the three of us have a little chat.” She winked at Will, who couldn’t help the shudder that rippled through him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, dimly hearing Blake close the door and cross the room to the sofa.

“Why don’t you sit down, Will?” Her voice sent a shiver down his spine. “And Blake, come sit next to your boyfriend.”

Blake’s face was deathly pale. “W-what are you talking about?”

Melissa’s lips narrowed. “Don’t bother to deny it. There are spots of come on your desk and a condom wrapper in your bin—along with the used condom.” Blake’s eyes met his. Will could only shrug helplessly. He knew what she’d seen as soon as she’d glanced at the contents of the bin. Blake sat down heavily on the sofa. Will couldn’t help his response: he reached out and took his hand, holding it tight. Blake glanced down and then gave him a grateful look.

“Oh, how sweet.”

Both men turned to face her. Melissa’s cheeks were