Working It(29)

“Fuck, you’re big.” He stepped away from Zack to look down at his prize.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Do I need one?”

“I don’t have anything.”

“I haven’t had sex in years. I don’t have anything.” Nolan didn’t wait; he pulled Zack’s cock free of his pants. He stretched back the foreskin to reveal the red, swollen tip. “Fuck.”

He teased the tip of Zack’s cock, making sure to flick the head with the end of his tongue.

Zack groaned as he pushed his fingers into Nolan’s hair. “Why didn’t we do this the first time?”

Nolan licked a long trail up the length of Zack’s shaft. “I didn’t trust you then.”

“But you do now?” Zack sucked a sharp breath in through his nose.

“Yup. Now, no more talking.”

Together they worked Zack’s pants down his hips so Nolan could push them to the floor. Fully exposed, Zack was completely at his mercy.

With his eyes closed, Nolan’s other senses became heightened. Every sigh and moan that came from Zack embedded itself in his brain. The way the muscles in Zack’s legs shook beneath his hands as he teased and caressed the skin. The warmth that rolled off Zack in waves every time Nolan swallowed down his cock.

God, Nolan wanted to be fucked by this man. He wanted to feel his body stretch around Zack, wanted to be held down by Zack’s body and feel his orgasm rush through him. He dipped his head so he could suck on Zack’s balls, run his tongue across the puckered skin and tease the jewel hidden beneath. The sac was tight, an indicator that Zack’s release wouldn’t be far off. As much as he wanted to be fucked, Nolan wanted to taste Zack’s come even more.

Focusing his efforts, he worked Zack’s cock, pumping and sucking until Zack’s body shook beneath him.

“So fucking good.” Zack thrust up into Nolan’s mouth as he flexed his fingers against Nolan’s jawline. “Gonna come.”

Nolan groaned loudly around Zack’s cock. Doubling down, he used his free hand to caress Zack’s balls, rub his taint and lower until he rimmed his asshole with one fingertip. The teasing was enough. Zack held Nolan’s head still while he increased his thrusts. The head of his cock threatened to brush the back of Nolan’s throat, forcing him to relax his muscles, to accept everything Zack gave him.

The first spurt of hot come splashed across his tongue, and Nolan did his best to swallow it down. Zack moaned; his fingers squeezed Nolan’s head, pulled his hair as he came with jerky thrusts. His come was bitter in Nolan’s mouth; it didn’t matter.

He wasn’t sure if Zack had finished or not, because the next thing Nolan knew he was being tugged to his feet and manhandled to lie on Zack’s desk. “I want you.”

“Me too.”

Zack made short work of his belt and zipper. He yanked Nolan’s pants down, hesitating only when Nolan stiffened. “What?”

Jesus, he couldn’t freak out now, not when several of his more erotic fantasies were about to come to life. But the throbbing in his leg was enough of a reminder about his scars, about the ugliness that covered his thigh. Zack didn’t know what he was getting himself into, and Nolan didn’t have a clue how he’d react.

“I have scars. They’re not pretty.”

Zack frowned. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then I don’t care about the scars.” He leaned in and kissed Nolan hard. “Now relax and enjoy this.”

Zack slipped off Nolan’s shoes so he could free his legs from his pants. The cool office air sent a chill through him as he lost the only thing hiding his scars from Zack. He held his breath as Zack reached out and ran a finger across the worst of the wounds on his leg. “Shit.”

The trail of damage led from midthigh to his stomach. Zack pushed his shirt out of the way, following the injury as much as he could. “How did you walk away from that?”

I didn’t walk, I was airlifted. “Luck.”

If what he saw bothered him, Zack said nothing. He instead slipped his fingers into the band of Nolan’s briefs and pulled them down, until Nolan was left wearing only his shirt. “I won’t fuck you without a condom. I won’t do that to you.”

Nolan shuddered. “I trust you.”

“No. The first time I push into you, I’ll do it right. But I will do this.”

He forced Nolan’s legs apart, and ran his hands up Nolan’s thighs until he bracketed his hard cock. “I’m going to jerk you off.”

With his hand around Nolan’s shaft, Zack moved between his knees, which let Nolan wrap his legs around Zack’s waist. Zack was still hard, and he pressed his cock against Nolan’s ass cheeks.

They were so close, nearly to the place where Nolan desperately wanted to be. Zack moved his hips in time with the stroking of Nolan’s cock. While he might not be inside him, he moved in such a way that Zack’s cock, still slick from Nolan’s saliva, rubbed between Nolan’s cheeks, teasing his asshole and leaving nothing to the imagination.

Every time he and Zack were alone, Nolan’s body responded. He’d been walking around the office half-hard for so long his world had dissolved into a near-constant state of arousal. But with Zack’s hands finally on him, the barriers were gone. They were both free to see where they could take each other.

Zack’s thrusts increased in tempo as he squeezed his hand around Nolan’s cock. “Stay with me. Don’t let that mind of yours wander.”

Nolan chuckled, then a gasp escaped him as Zack’s fingers tightened again. “Not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what you want. What you’ve been thinking about.”

“You.” Forcing his eyes open, he made sure to look directly at Zack. “I wish we were in a bed. That we had lube and time and that you’d stretch me open with your fingers just enough so I could take that big cock of yours into me. I want you to fill me and press me down. I want to taste your sweat like I’ve swallowed your come.”

The longer he spoke, the closer to orgasm he got. Perspiration had broken out across his body, causing his ass and the small of his back to slide across the desk.

Zack’s pupils dilated and his mouth fell open. “Dirty mouth.”

“Yeah.”

Zack lowered his voice as he leaned forward. “I want to hear you scream my name. I want to fuck you so hard you feel me for days after. I want you to get fucking hard every time you think about me.”

The tip of Zack’s cock pressed against his asshole, and for a second, Nolan thought he was going to break his promise and take him after all. That was enough to push him over the edge. Nolan sucked a breath through his nose and clamped his mouth shut, forcing back the scream he so desperately wanted to unleash.

Come shot from him to land across his shirt, his stomach, and Zack’s hand. The waves of his orgasm rolled through him over and over until he was aware of nothing but the all-consuming pleasure.

Finally, everything stopped. Pleasure still clung to his body, even as Zack carefully pulled away and arranged Nolan’s legs so his feet rested on Zack’s chair. “Don’t move.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”

Zack got dressed and disappeared, only to return with a damp paper towel from the kitchen. “Best I can offer.”

“I’ll be sure to put some wet wipes in the cupboard if there’s going to be a repeat performance.”

Zack reached down and used Nolan’s tie to gently tug him into a seated position. “The next time this happens will be in a bed. The next time will involve condoms and fucking and screaming.”

There was no mistaking the lust in Zack’s voice, no doubt about how serious he was with his prediction.

“So there will be a next time?” Nolan’s voice was far quieter than he would have liked.

Zack pulled Nolan closer and bit down on his chin. “Yes.”

“What about you being my boss?”

“Do you care?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t either.”

It was a lie, but one Nolan would happily accept. “When?”

“Once this mess is done, once we have time to breathe. I’m going to bring you home and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

Nolan swallowed hard. “I can’t wait.”

Even though waiting was exactly what they had to do.





Zack was late. It hadn’t been intentional, but with all the long nights and early mornings he’d put in this week, he’d been exhausted and slept through his alarm. Of all the days, this was the wrong one not to be on his A game.

He’d spent the better part of yesterday with the budget team, ironing out the remaining details. It wasn’t pretty, and no one had been happy about the reductions in their discretionary budgets, but the alternative was the loss of five positions across three teams. No one wanted that. The day had been more emotionally draining than he’d realized.

All that remained was for Zack to have his meeting with Samantha later this afternoon and report on his findings.

He’d barely made it into the building’s lobby when Nolan came bounding out of the elevator. “Oh, perfect timing.”