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Shane saw Chris drive-in on his monitor in the study and stood up to go and meet him. He couldn’t understand why a grown man such as himself could miss another person so much when he’d already seen him that very morning. All he could think about that very moment was being wrapped in Chris’ arms, even if it was for a few seconds. He chuckled to himself as he headed for the door but groaned when he heard his landline ringing.
“Fuck.” Shane muttered as he turned away from the door. He didn’t bother going behind his desk. He leaned over and reached for the phone from across the desk. “Hello,” Shane said and promptly grimaced when he heard the voice on the other side. It was one of his business associates…an elderly French man who could go on and on. This was going to be a long one he thought exasperatedly.
Shane turned his head to look behind him when he heard Chris enter the study, making a sign of a gunshot to his own head and pointing at the receiver in his hand. Chris grinned and made a sign for Shane to cut the call. But Shane shook his head. With a naughty grin on his face, Chris hugged Shane from behind and started nuzzling his neck.
A delicious shiver raced through Shane at the feel of Chris’ wet tongue on his neck. He unconsciously tilted his head to the side to give Chris better access and moaned softly when Chris moved those wicked lips to his ear. His lips parted in arousal when he felt Chris’ hands burrow beneath his t-shirt, but when Chris’ wandering fingers took hold of his already distended nipples and pulled on them, Shane’s eyes flared as a gasp tore out of his throat.
“Oh fuck, Chris, stop,” Shane whispered desperately but promptly groaned in protest when he felt the immediate retreat of those fingers and that hot mouth on his ear. Then he couldn’t feel the sweet warmth of Chris pressed against him anymore. Shit! Shane heard Chris go out of the study and squeezed the bridge of his nose in frustration as he took in a deep breath to calm his nerves. “I’m here, Mr. Coillet.” He answered when the voice on the other end asked whether he was still there.
When Shane heard Chris reenter the study and turn the lock, a shiver of excitement passed through him. He’d actually been disappointed when Chris had stopped earlier when he’d asked him to. He was so hard his cock could probably drill a hole through concrete. When he felt Chris hug him again from behind, the excitement that exploded within Shane was so intense he relaxed completely against Chris. And the relief he felt as Chris unzipped him was indescribable.
“Didn’t think I was going to stop did you?” Chris whispered huskily into Shane’s ear, his pulse quickening at the realization that Shane was commando beneath his shorts. “God, you make me so hot.” He breathed as he released Shane’s weeping throbbing erection from his shorts. Then pulling out a small towel from his pocket, Chris threw it onto the desk, directly beneath Shane’s exposed dick. And when Shane shamelessly thrust his cock into Chris’ palm, grinding desperately, Chris almost creamed his pants. “I guess what you really meant was…’don’t stop Chris’.” Chris husked as he stroked Shane with already slick hands. “Next time, don’t send mixed signals,” Chris whispered biting Shane’s lobe softly.
“Oh fuck.” Shane breathed, understanding why Chris had gone out of the study. He’d obviously gone for supplies. “Mr. Coillet, I really have to call you back.” Shane rasped shakily into the phone. He was trembling so bad he didn’t even think he could hold on to the receiver for much longer. And when the old man insisted he had two more suggestions to make, Shane almost growled at him. “Mr. Coillet I have to go. Something has come up…”
“Oh yeah, it sure has,” Chris murmured as he stroked Shane and sucked on the lobe he’d just bitten.
“…I promise I’ll call you immediately I sort this out. S’il vous plait.” And before the old man could say one more word, Shane leaned over and hung up. “Chris, you son-of-a-bi…oh fuck.” Shane’s tirade turned into a lustful moan when Chris squeezed the curved mushroomed head of his cock.
“Are you trying to tell me you can’t multitask?” Chris taunted as he pushed Shane’s shorts down to pool around his feet. “You didn’t have to hang up you know. And s’il vous plait?”
“He’s French. Now, will you just shut up and fuck me already?” Shane growled, drawing a burst of soft laughter from Chris.
“Your wish is my command,” Chris responded huskily as he went down on his knees behind Shane and revealed that winking rosette to his eyes. “Just perfect.” He breathed as he leaned in to give that twitching star a long wet lick.
“Damn, that feels so good.” Shane moaned as he thrust back against Chris’ tongue.
Chris went to town on that puckered hole. He ate Shane out as though it was a piece of candy. With every dart of Chris’ tongue, Shane made an erotic little noise and pushed his arse back into Chris’ face. The super-sensitive underside of Shane’s cock kept rubbing against the towel that Chris had placed on the desk in front of Shane. That heavenly friction against his cock and Chris’ tongue in his arse felt blissfully wonderful. Moaning loudly and repeatedly, Shane gyrated his hips in a shameless dance as he felt his climax rush up from his toes. His moans became desperate whimpers that couldn’t be suppressed.
“Chris I need to…please I gotta come,” Shane whispered gutturally, thinking he would go insane if he didn’t come right then.
“Damn, I love the way you say please.” Chris withdrew his tongue long enough to murmur, and then circled the clenching opening with the tip of a think slick finger. Then right alongside that wicked tongue, Chris slid a finger oh-so-slowly inside Shane. And when he curled that finger to rub against that little pleasure button inside, Shane lost it.
“Chris… Oh Christ, Chris… Chris…” Shane chanted Chris’ name as jet after jet of cum spilled onto the desk, some papers, and the towel. Shane shook as he rode the waves of one of the sharpest orgasms he’d ever experienced.
As Shane shook with his orgasm, Chris got to his feet, still rubbing that button with two fingers this time, and pulled Shane up with his free hand. And even as aftershocks rocked through Shane, Chris captured his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that said everything he wasn’t ready to say.
When they came up for air, Chris pulled his fingers out and pulled off Shane’s t-shirt. Shane was still gasping for breath, lost in dazed ecstasy, when he felt Chris’ hardness pressing hotly against his well-lubed-up hole, demanding entrance.
“Ready?” Chris asked huskily, causing everything within Shane to tighten with ravenous hunger.