ALEXANDER

What started as an innocent kiss escalated quickly as I shifted him on my lap, kissing every exposed skin. He moaned and panted softly as he ground on me earnestly, making our c*cks hard rapidly.

I wanted very much to strip him naked, bend him over my desk and f*ck him senselessly, but I knew I needed to take it slow. I pulled back slightly and looked at his flushed face. He was staring up at me innocently, not knowing how much he was pushing my limits. I held him by the waist and tried to lift him off my lap, but he grabbed me by the shirt, and once again connected our lips.

When he started fumbling with my zipper, all the take-it-slow bullshit evaporated, and I turned us around and had him lying on his back in the coach. In seconds, I had him stripped and trapped below me, looking all delicious and ready for the taking.

“ I want you now," I murmured, tasting his kiss-swollen lips once more, shutting off whatever response he was about to offer. My boy groaned, reaching to unbutton my shirt hastily. I leaned back and pulled off the shirt easily, but before I could completely pull the pants out, Chris grabbed my face in his hands and forced me to hold his eye.

“I want you too…” He whispered and to support his words, his hand traveled to my naked abdomen and lingered there. I lowered my head and claimed his lips, hungrily. Chris kissed back just as eagerly, letting his hands trail down tentatively. When he found what he was looking for, he boldly wrapped his palm around it and squeezed lightly, making me moan wanting more. I pulled back hastily and flipped Chris over and pivoted his hips with a cushion. He let out a delicious laugh, wiggling his ass out, and I couldn't help but spank it lightly. His sharp intake of breath made me want to repeat the action, and did. Before long I invaded his warm cavern and took him just the way I had fantasized.

*****

I had thought a quick release will dull our excitement, but it only intensified the want. We tried to focus on work and succeeded for a little while, but I eventually instructed Chris to cancel all my appointments. I dragged his sexy ass to one of my suites, where we've been cooped up for hours.

***

It's the third round, but Christian and I are still insatiable. “ Ahh, ahh…” he sputtered, bringing his hands to hold my head in place.

“Mmm….” he cried out, gripping my hair tighter. His moans increased as I picked up the pace, playing with his balls occasionally. Chris thrashed his head on the bed as I stroked and sucked fervently, drawing out his org*sm.

He gasped when the first drop of his cum hit my throat, buckling his hips wildly. He completely lost it when I rubbed my finger on his entrance.

He had barely brought his breathing under control when I grabbed his hips and flipped him over the bed, and fed my cock to his expecting hole.

“Mmm,” we both moaned in unison as my c*ck penetrated past his tight ring until my balls slapped his ass. I breathed heavily, squeezing my eyes shut briefly just to savor the sweetness of his tight channel, which gripped me tightly. I was also giving him time to adjust before I started pounding into him fast and deep. I parted his cheeks and my eyes glued to that point as I watched his ass swallow and clench around my c*ck beautifully.

“ Ahh…" Chris squealed when I pulled out completely, only to thrust harder and deeper, making him grab onto the sheets. “Pure bliss…” I grunted, increasing my strokes as he arched further, widening his stance, leaving his hole fully exposed to my greedy eyes.

“ Please… Alex…” He begged, and hearing him use my fist name fired my insides up, and I increased my tempo.

“ Tell me what you want." I ordered, leaning on his back as my hands traced his nipples. Chris pushed back on my cock relentlessly, chasing the inevitable end.

“ Don't stop, please,” He hissed out harshly.

“I wasn't planning to, beautiful.” I promised, changing my posture and planted my foot firmly on the bed, and thrust faster into him, making him a moaning mess. His channel tightened around my length, bringing a tortured moan out of my lips as he shot on the sheets, crying in ecstasy.

A few more thrusts, and I was gasping for a release as I shot in the rubber, gripping his hips tight with my head was thrown back carelessly. I slumped on the side, pulling him with me as we tried to catch our breaths. After a minute or two, I pulled out and discarded the used condom, and turned Chris to face me.

“Ready for another round?” I teased huskily, our lips just a few inches apart.

“Only if you are ready,” he answered, reaching for my shoulders. He swiftly turned us and straddled my lap. "I will get you ready,” he announced, placing soft kisses all over my chest before his mouth closed on my nipple. In the end, he impaled himself on my c*ck, and rode me like a pro.