Try Me

ddlg (Ppcocaine) #6

Author: THE TITLE IS A JOKE AND IM SORRY!!!!   

                                                                                 !SMUT BESTIES!

"Try me"

When the words left the older one's mouth, its like all control had left Clay's body instantly.

He sits down the dessert and turns to head to the door. George was puzzled, "Is he leaving? Did I go too far?" Overwhelming thoughts started to fill George's head as he sees his boss reach for the door handle... but not turn the knob and leave. He simply locks the door instead. Clay looks back at George and sees the face of realization and surprise. George looks so innocent that it almost felt wrong... almost. He started toward George and towered over him as he got in front of him. George doesn't know what to expect as he stares into the blonde's emerald eyes.

Clay reaches toward the window, grabs the dangling string attached to the curtains. The big light gray cloths slide loudly shut together, leaving a layer of light grey across the room. Clay didn't break eye contact as he was too mesmerized by how amazing George looked. He had only known this man for a very short period but he can't imagine losing him, never seeing him again, never touching him again.

George on the other hand was freaking out. He had never done anything remotely close to this in his life, so he was clueless about how to act sexy and turn his boss on even more. The extremely blushing George just decided he wasn't going to think about it too much, just do what he wanted at that moment, listen to his gut. George reached his hands around Clay's shoulders and rested them on the back of his neck, then slowly made his way to the back of the younger one's neck. The sensation sent chills down Clay's spine.

George then ran his hands down Clay's shoulders and laded them gently on his chest. Clay reached down and started palming his slight erection. George squeaked at the sensation and buried his head in Clay's warm embrace, grasping Clay's dress shirt tightly in his fists. Clay pulled away slightly to see the look on George's face. Instead, he is met with a surprise. Somehow he didn't notice before, but George had some powder from the donut on his lips. Without hesitation, Clay brought his thumb to his tongue then brought his finger to the brunette's slightly, pink lips and wiped all the powder off. George had already fallen muse to Clay's touch, at this point George would do anything his boss said.

Clay didn't take advantage of that and said, " Call me sir again." They were extremally close, breathing on each other's lips as George panted harder at the feeling of his boss petting his hard-on. "If you want me to keep touching you, call me sir... like you did when you kissed me for the first time."

"Please..." George swallowed. He hesitated, "... yes... sir," He said softly and slowly. Sending waves of feelings and heat through Clay's body. George, still standing in front of the desk, and Clay standing over him like a giant as Clay takes both of his hands and runs them down each side of George's thighs. Comparing Clay's hands and the smaller one's body is insane due to their height. The taller then began to run his large hands down to his lovers' hips, picked him up, and set him on the desk. They finally connected their lips and George hurriedly tried to take off Clay's suit.

George was obsessed with how good Clay looked in his suit, so much that he wanted to take it off of him. He slid down the first layer of Clay's suit and the taller man didn't fall far behind. They were soon both in their boxers, through said boxers George could see his boss's hard erection. It was humongous, and growing in size. George thought it must have been 7 inches and the crazy part is that George figured he could fit his hand around it. That's when he saw the opportunity to turn the tables and show Clay a good time. He smirched, slid his hand down, and started. Soft moans escaped the other man's mouth.

This went on for a minute before Clay grabbed George, turned him around, and pulled off his boxers. George's ass was now bare and in front of Clay. The tanned blond then spat in his hand and groped his dick with his tanned, veiny hand. Not giving the man beneath him anytime to prep, he slowly moved into George's slight, pink-tinted, ass.

The feeling of Clay's length motionlessly inserting inside George was overwhelming and sent shivers down both their spines.

It didn't take long for George to start enjoying the feeling and beg for Clay's full dick inside of him. Grinding his ass against Clay's V line and moaning softly and quietly.

"Please~," George said impatiently. George couldn't believe that the man behind him was making him act this way. George was feeling the most craving he had ever felt in his life, and he felt like if he didn't cum he would have passed out.

George's behavior hadn't gone unnoticed apparently. "Y-" Clay huffed out hot air. "Your such a fucking little slut George." He whispered as he pulled in and out of George slowly, and rested his hand on the other's Lumbar spine.

George found this so attractive, he couldn't help but make a whimper at the sensations flowing through his body. The little sound made it clear that the brunet liked the degrading comment, the go-ahead to continue.

Clay sped up his pace, fucking George faster and harder than before. "Fuck George," Clay grasped both sides of the smaller one's hips, his enormous hands covering most of the brunette's body. If he squeezed hard enough, he would surely bruise his lover's pale skin. The sensation was building up and was about to release for them both. George moaned quietly as they quick fucked until George came, Clay on the other hand, still needed a few more thrusts. Clay made sure to pull out as he came all over his assistant's ass. 

As they caught their breath, Clay grabbed the napkin from the powdered pastry and wiped the cum away. As they were getting dressed, Clay felt an overwearing weight of guilt suddenly appear. He looked up from zipping his pants, thinking of what to say, "Hey, I apologize if this was something that you didn't want, I-I was just overcome with this... like feeling, and your like the most attractive person that I've, like, ever seen but that's isn't an excuse more of the reason why I--" 

Clay was interrupted by George cupping his face and turning it toward him. In the process of rambling  Clay had looked at the ground out of thinking about what to say and being ashamed. 

"If I didn't want this, you would have found out already. And I'm into you Clay, whether your my boss or not." George gave a small sweet smile and turned to his unbuttoned shirt. "And besides," he continued, "Now that you've fucked me maybe we could go on an actual date." He looked up and saw Clay form a smug smile, as the taller man said, "Hm, maybe..."

Authors Note: thank you guys so much for reading this is the first story I've ever actually written and published. I've tried multiple times in the past but they never actually worked out. So, again, thank you for the support!