by Bianca Vix
“You’re going to like it.” I stroke my palm over his erection and his cock jumps in my hand. “You got any lube?”
He gestures in the direction of the night table beside me. Reluctantly I let him go and grab for it.
James doesn’t say a word as I pass the bottle over to him. This is a big deal for him. For us. It’s crossing a way bigger line than anything we’ve already done.
I suck my breath in as the cool, wet gel touches my hole, trying to stay relaxed even as his touch gets me even more keyed up.
“You’re going to need to work it in a little more than that,” I tell him.
He doesn’t reply, but soon his finger presses against my hole, working its way inside of me. “If Melissa was with us, what do you think she’d be doing right now?”
His quiet question sends tremors of excitement through me.
“For starters, she’d be wrapping her hand around my cock.” The idea of Melissa doing just that gets me even harder. Gorgeous Melissa, naked, massaging and caressing my swollen erection is an exciting mental picture to have. Especially as James is getting bolder. He’s worked up to adding a second finger inside of me.
For someone who hasn’t done this before, he’s catching on pretty quickly. I exhale with a shudder. His question sparked my imagination and I can practically feel Melissa’s touch on me.
James pauses what he’s doing, his fingers still inside me. Reaching around, he grips my throbbing shaft. He’s stroking me energetically and everything feels fucking amazing.
Until he locates the right spot deep inside me. I shudder.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Just like that.”
My encouragement spurs him on and he directs all his attention to the right place. My whole body is pulsing as he drives me closer and closer to the edge.
When he withdraws his fingers, I’m left feeling so empty. I grunt loudly in protest. Glancing back, I catch a glimpse of him going for a condom.
Things are about to really get going. James rubs my ass cheek slowly.
“Are you ready for me?”
Words I never expected to hear from my best friend. But what knocks the air right out of my lungs is his intensity. The way he’s acting, as if this isn’t just about exploring something new sexually. That it’s about himself and me together. About us.
The surge of emotions stirring up deep down inside of me are the kind that can change everything. My breath catches as I swallow, trying not to lose all self-control.
“Yes.” My answer comes out strangled. James tightens his grip on my ass and that helps bring me back to reality.
This is just sex.
Hot, fun, sex.
Or at least that’s what I need to believe, so I don’t somehow lose myself.
James’s cock nudges against me. He starts to ease himself inside me and I can’t get over that this is James. The feeling should be familiar and it is, but there’s so much more going on this time.
He holds me steady, keeping me in place as he goes deeper. “All good?” His voice is hoarse and I have to wonder if it’s more than just a first-time kind of sex for him too.
“Yeah,” I manage, panting after I exhale, unaware until now that I was even holding my breath.
James moves forward, going slow without me having to tell him to, letting me adjust as he penetrates me deeper.
His cock fills me and I’m totally lost in the sensations overcoming me. Almost before I realize it, James is completely inside me. I wasn’t entirely sure whether I’d be able to take all of his big cock. He stops moving and I enjoy everything about the way he feels. The minor twinges of pain easily give way to pure pleasure.
Holding me tight, James starts moving, building up some speed even as he takes his time.
“Yes,” I groan. “Just like that.”
The way he’s filling me up is somehow different than usual. I’m an electric wire. All of my senses are overloaded. Everything’s on hyperdrive, extremely erotic and unusual, so exciting and stimulating that my erection hasn’t even gone down in the slightest.
I push back against James. He gets my signal and starts sliding in and out, working up to going faster. Every single time his stiff cock brushes over my prostate is incredibly thrilling.
The only sound in the room is our rasping breathing. I can’t tell his from mine. We’re entangled together in every way we can be.
“You okay?” James breaks the silence. All I can do to answer him is groan out my approval.
He must’ve taken that as the urging I meant for it to be, because on his next stroke he slides in deeper than he’s gone before.
It’s so damn exciting, I just can’t get enough. He doesn’t let me down. Withdrawing almost entirely, he drives his big cock back into me, sending shockwaves coursing through my veins.
It’s hard to believe this is his first time doing a man. Unless he’s feeling like I am, and it’s somehow more than just fucking going on here. My first time with a cock inside of me was crazy and I’ll never forget it.
And it absolutely pales in comparison to what’s happening right now.
“Fuck,” James groans. “Rob. This is fucking amazing.”
My cock throbs at the way he says my name. It’s me that’s making him feel like this. I tighten my muscles, clamping down on him, and he rewards me with another deep, guttural groan.
He decides to change up what he’s doing and he starts thrusting hard. His thighs slap against mine as he pistons back and forth. James’s cock is bigger and stiffer than any one I’ve ever had before, and the way it feels is way off the fucking charts.
Being penetrated is a jolt of wicked nastiness like nothing else in the world.
I take hold of my throbbing cock, starting to stroke in time with James’s rhythmic thrusts. He switches his angle and fuck, now he’s hitting the exact right spot with every single move.
“That’s it. Take my cock. Take it nice and deep.” James’s voice is low, commanding. It’s a side of him I’ve never seen before. I stroke faster, my body pulsating all over.
“You’re so tight, Rob. Fucking amazing. Your hot, tight ass is going to make me come.”
I clench around him again, my action exciting me as well as James. He drives into me wildly, pounding with abandon. His hands clutch tightly at my hips as his body slams against mine.
“Coming,” he grunts.
His cock swells inside me, harder than before. James tenses up, thrusting deeply and he explodes, shot after shot escaping his body.
I stop jacking my cock, wanting to try and feel James’s orgasm right along with him. The moment he leans against me, spent and drained, I start up again. His cock’s still inside of me and I want to come like that, with both of us still connected to each other.
I’m stroking furiously when James reaches around my body, knocking my hand away and replacing it with his own. His touch makes me groan and thrust into his hand. I’m so turned on I can hardly breathe as his hand works up and down. I’ve never been so aroused as I am now, his steady strokes getting faster and faster.
James is jacking me off with his own cock still inside me. There’s no way I can last like this. I make a great effort to hover right on the brink of orgasm but it’s too much to take.
“Christ!” I cry out as James shoves me over the edge. I shoot harder than I ever have before, erupting like a volcano that’s been storing up lava for centuries.
He keeps going until I’m done. It’s like the life blood’s been sucked out of me and James hardly has a chance to pull out before I collapse right down onto the bed, none of my limbs able to prop me up any longer.
I may never be able to move again.
“Fuck.” Having gotten rid of the condom, James’s now lying beside me. “That was…”
“Amazing.” It’s the best I can manage. I’m still panting from the mind-blowing orgasm I’ve just had, blood still pumping through my veins like it’s never going to slow down.
To say nothing about the m
any, many other tangled emotions twisting around in my mind.
“Yes. Fucking amazing,” he agrees.
Somehow still having the ability to move, James turns onto his side, half-covering my body with his. I freeze, his familiar gesture catching me right off guard. As if that wasn’t enough, he caresses my chest in a gentle way that makes my heart tighten in response.
Chapter 12
Melissa
I can’t help but sneak just one more glance at my phone as the elevator glides up to the office.
I just have to see it again.
The picture that’s been haunting me for the past two days. I want to take a moment to savor it, even after all the trouble it’s caused me. It took my entire weekend to get a plan in place and ready to drop if legal wasn’t able to put the brakes on the fallout from this single image.
Somehow I think we’ve got it contained. The legal department got it taken down fast, before any of the gossip sites found out about it. Which is beyond amazing. Not that I feel good about it, but having the news of three different celebrity divorces come out just before Rob’s photo was a huge help in this case.
Still, I had to pull out every tool in the PR bag to be ready in case the image went viral. I barely had time to cancel all of my plans. Including my first date with the guy that I’ve been chatting with for awhile online. He was the only one out of dozens that seemed promising.
The moment that James sent me the link, my heart dropped into my shoes. I couldn’t believe it. Not just because of the amount of work it was going to mean for me.
It’s more than that. It shouldn’t be, but it is.
Rob with another man.
Can’t say I expected to see that.
Understatement of the year.
There’s no question they’re together, and that they went off to a secluded cabin way the hell out in the woods somewhere on purpose. Probably so no-one would see them.
Looks like that didn’t work.
I have to say it. Rob is really hot in the photo. He always is, of course. But this takes it to the next level. He’s shirtless, and his dark shorts are slung really low on his hips. I don’t mind that kind of picture of him. For my own enjoyment, if nothing else. Although now I can only look at it with a mixture of lust and pain.
He’s into men.
He’ll never be with me.
Hastily I shut my phone down as the elevator doors slide open to my floor.
Even though it’s contained for now, I still have to keep an eye out. If it goes viral at any stage, it will be disastrous. When James called me on Saturday, I was certain he was about ready to kill someone.
I rub at my eyes, trying to stifle a yawn. I hardly slept last night, or the night before, unwanted thoughts keeping me wide awake and staring at the ceiling. What this could mean for the company. How I could fix it.
Why Rob was with that guy in the first place.
I mean, of course it’s pretty obvious why they were together. The photo doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Two straight friends wouldn’t go around shirtless, standing with their arms around each other. Their hips pressing close together.
In spite of everything, it is a damn sexy picture. I can’t help wonder about who the guy is, the one with Rob. Are they boyfriends? Or is he just a random guy that Rob sleeps with? Just another one in a long line, like he has with women.
Or so he seemed to. Could all the women just have been to keep up an image?
I have to stop this. This changes nothing. I should not want this man. And even if there’s some sort of explanation, some imaginary alternative facts that change what is plainly there to see, it doesn’t matter. He’s off-limits to me. In all ways. Just like James.
Automatically I glance at James’s office as I walk by, expecting to be called in to see him before I get to my desk. He’s not in yet. Shocking. I figured he would’ve been here since the early hours of the morning, chomping at the bit to get this latest crisis under control.
I shouldn’t be into him, either. James has less than zero interest in me. He’s completely professional at all times. And distant. He’s friendly enough with everyone who works here, but aside from Rob I wouldn’t say he has any friends in the office. He keeps his personal life very separate from work. I don’t know much about how he spends his free time at all. But what I do know about him is hard to resist. He’s really handsome, sure. But it’s more than just that. He’s driven. Ambitious. He doesn’t strike me as someone who would let anything get in the way of his success. We have that in common.
Rob isn’t in yet either, but Quentin is.
“Good morning!” His voice booms out at me.
“What are you so happy about?”
“The thing that’s probably making your life hell right about now.” He turns his monitor towards me so I can see it. He’s got the picture of Rob filling his entire screen.
“Oh, Quentin. You should put that away.”
“I’m never putting this away. It’s just the most perfect picture, don’t you think? Not just how hot our boss is. But that he likes boys too.” Quentin’s grin couldn’t be wider.
“You can’t date him. He’s your direct boss.” I down the rest of my large mocha. The caffeine isn’t working for me today. I can’t feel it at all. I’m just as tired as when I left. I’m going to have to get another one, and soon.
“A guy can dream. Besides, who’s talking about dating? All I want is a chance to get at that body. And now I know it’s possible.”
I tried to tune him out as he talks about Rob and what he wants to do with him. My head’s starting to pound. “Quentin, I have to get to work. You’d better hide that before one of them gets here. Even if Rob doesn’t care, James will lose it.”
Just in the time it took me to take the subway here, more than twenty emails have landed in my inbox. And there’s no way I can avoid that damn photo. I’m starting to hate it. I have to keep checking to make sure it’s not gotten out there somehow. I think legal did a great job, and the more time that passes, the less likely it is. But you just never know what can get leaked any time these days. And with the client event just around the corner, timing is extra-critical now.
Something changes around me. News of the photo has spread like wildfire, even over the weekend. The whole office is buzzing with it even now, when only half the staff is in.
Until instantly, the room goes quiet. They’ve arrived, both James and Rob together. That’s unusual. Normally James would get here a lot earlier than Rob, who prefers to start late and stay late.
I brace myself as I wait for James to gesture at me to join him in his office. I wish I had time to grab another coffee first.
But he doesn’t. Striding briskly down the hallway, he closes the door behind him without so much as a glance in my direction.
Usually by now, Rob would be on his way over to stop and chat with me. Maybe even make a joke about the photo. But he doesn’t. He’s gone right to his office too, the door swinging shut behind him, without even detouring by my desk to say hi.
What’s going on? I shoot a look over in Quentin’s direction. He raises his eyebrows, just as puzzled as I am.
Chapter 13
Melissa
“I just don’t know what to do.” Pushing a stray strand of hair out of my eyes, I gaze across my big salad to Heather.
My best friend’s eyes widen sympathetically. “It must be bad if you’re actually taking a lunch break to talk to me about it.”
She’s right. I always work through lunch without leaving my desk, barely pausing to eat whatever I managed to pick up on my way in.
Heather knows this. Even though our offices are close by, we almost never meet for lunch. But it’s not just because of me. What with being a paralegal, Heather’s even busier than I am. I’m lucky she could get away today, even though we don’t have much time.
“Rob’s into men. I still can’t believe it.”
“That sucks. But, unfortunately there’s not a hel
l of a lot you can do about that.”
“But how can it even be true? He’s always been linked with women. There’s always someone. And he flirts with me constantly.”
Did I totally, completely misread every single signal he’s ever given me? I’m starting to question everything.
“Maybe they were all fronts, because he didn’t want anyone to know. Or maybe he just figured it out now or something like that. You know that kind of thing can happen. Contrary to what so many people like to say, not everyone pops out of the womb all gay and proud. A lot of guys discover it later.”
I rub my temples. “You’re right. I know I shouldn’t care anyway. It’s not like he was ever going to ask me out, obviously. But just the idea that I can’t be with him is hard to take. I liked having the dream.”
“What about your other boss. James? You always said he was hot. You seem like you’re just as much into him as you are with Rob.”
“Is it wrong that I’m into him too?” I sigh. “But he’s never shown so much as the slightest interest in me. I’m not entirely sure that he knows I exist outside of the work I do for him. But even if he did notice me, or somehow starts to see me as more than just the PR person, he and I still can’t get involved. Their rules are very strict about not dating people at work. It’s company policy and it’s enforced.”
Heather chews thoughtfully. “Well if that’s the case, you couldn’t go out with either one of them. So what’s the big deal?”
“It’s not just that. It’s kind of becoming torture to see them every day. I can’t keep my mind on the job. They’re both so distracting. And it’s getting to be a little too much. Not just Rob and James. It’s the job itself. It’s becoming my whole life. And it was fun, you know, having crushes on both of them. That went a long way to take the edge off all the stress, you know? At least before the latest photo came out, I could imagine Rob and I being together someday. Now I don’t even have the fantasy to keep me going.”
I take a bite of my food, then another. “Now that I know for sure that Rob is unavailable, and that James never was, it kind of takes away the thing that was keeping me going, you know? It’s hard work, keeping on top of all the chaos.”
