Chapter 5
Stephen II
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My head throbbed and I let out a whine. I couldn't focus on anything but how much my head was spinning and how much I wanted, needed that buzzing sound to stop. I creeped open my left eye and noted the dark young man in my bed. I reached over to my nightstand to find my phone, the source of the buzzing. A text message from Mark:
"We start at the same time this morning. Meet me 15 minutes early for a cup of coffee? ;)"
The message was from 7:13AM. Which, according to the clock on my phone, was almost an hour ago. It took a moment, but the panic eventually jolted through me. It was 8:07AM and I had to be at work in 23 minutes. I would never make it.
"Jake. Jake! JAKE!" I shouted, trying to wake up the naked boy in my bed.
"Whazziwah?" Jake said, still mostly asleep.
"You need to go. I am so, so late. Get dressed and leave. Please, please get up." I slapped his exposed ass a few times to try and get him up. (But also because it was so pretty.)
"Jake, please get up, I know it's early but I have to leave now and so do you. I'll have my neighbor lock up." He stirred a bit and sat up. I kissed the back of his head and thanked him for last night.
Fumbling with my phone, I threw a shirt on and searched for my jeans. I rang Señora Santiago.
"Ay, Señora, I need your help. Por favor, in about twenty minutes, knock on my door and make sure my apartment is empty. And then please lock up for me." She agreed and I thanked her. I grabbed my work shirt, jacket, bag, and ran out the door. Hustling, I made it outside just in time to see the bus pulling away. "Fuck!" I walked to the main avenue and hailed a cab. Not that I could afford it.
"North and Halsted. Please hurry!" I exclaimed as I rushed into the cab.
8:18. If he hurried I could just make it in time. I pulled my work shirt over my head and tried to smooth out the wrinkles, failing miserably. My hair however, was salvageable, thanks to the mousse and hairspray I kept in my bag. I chewed a piece of the mintiest gum I had and doused myself in body spray. If it weren't for my clothes, you'd never know I had been sound asleep fourteen minutes ago.
The cabbie didn't bother to hurry, and we pulled up to the store at 8:29. I ran to the back of the building, and through the employee entrance, my head swirling the entire time. I brushed past Tyler, Mark, and a few other coworkers, rushing to the computer we use to punch in and out. 8:32. Not bad. Not bad at all. Out of breath, I took a moment to celebrate. It could have been worse.
"Late." A cold voice said behind me.
My back seized in anticipation, my cock twitched, and my stomach knotted. I turned around to see Stephen, with an unhappy look on his face.
"In the fourth bathroom. Now" Stephen commanded.
My eyes widened and I nodded my head, biting my lip. Stephen made his way to the back of the building and disappeared into the one bathroom that was mostly unused.
My eyes shot across the hallway, making sure it was empty. The senior manager, Cassie, was in the manager's office and there were a few employees on the computers outside of it. I could also hear a few employees in the break room, but for the most part, things were quiet.
I made my way back and stepped into the bathroom. Stephen quickly pulled me in, locking the door behind us. He moved toward me, pinning me against the door, and our lips collided. His hands drifted across my body, settling on my hips and pulling me closer to him. I ran my fingers through his soft sandy blonde hair as our tongues met. Stephen moaned into my mouth as my hands traveled south, feeling his abs, groping his swelling member.
"I told you not to be late" Stephen said, in between our wild kissing. His lips kissed my jaw and down my neck, his hands gripping me tightly. "I'm sorry" was all I could muster in response. Stephen's strong hands grabbed me by my waist and easily lifted me off my feet and sat me onto the sink behind us. He grabbed the waistline of my jeans and snarled, "Take these off."
Panting, I searched his face for emotion. It wasn't like last night, he wasn't consumed with rage. It was something else. Passion? Lust? I couldn't tell, but Stephen looked at me as if he wanted me, not as if he wanted to punish me. He unbuttoned his jeans and released his hardy cock, sticky with pre-cum. My prize for being late. I smirked and unzipped my jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Stephen rubbed my erection and grinned. He leaned down and licked my lips, his hands pulling off my boxer-briefs. My erection sprung forward and Stephen grinned again. He crouched down in front of me and pulled my ass slightly off the edge of the sink. I felt Stephen's fuzzy jaw against my inner thigh and my body shuddered in anticipation. He licked my balls and up the shaft of my cock. Moaning, I looked down at him. He shot me a serious look and asked, "Who were you fucking last night? That twink Mark?"
I couldn't help but notice the slight air of envy in his voice. I smiled and shook my head. Stephen made a face as if he didn't believe me and returned to licking up and down my cock. He took my balls into his warm mouth and ran his hand up the length of my shaft. After a few moments he murmured, "Good, but I want something better."
His head moved further down and his mouth traveled to my taint, his warm tongue glazing the sensitive area. I whimpered as he pulled me further off the sink, the weight of my legs resting fully on his shoulders and my tight asshole fully exposed to him. Stephen's mouth was still on my ass as he reached into his discarded pants' pocket and pulled out the small jar of vaseline. His tongue moved down to my entrance as he greased his finger. His head ducked down and I felt his soaking tongue enter my hole as his oiled fingers traveled across my ass, spreading me open. He rammed his tongue deeper and a loud groan escaped my lips. Stephen moved his right hand to my face and slipped two of his fingers in my mouth. I sucked on his salty fingers, my body squirming while his hot tongue worked my hole. My toes curled and I grinded my ass against Stephen's hairy jaw, aching for him to dig deeper. I bit his fingers softly and Stephen pulled his tongue out, replacing it with his lubricated fingers. He thrusted into me quickly, moving in a circular motion and loosening me. Stephen had a look of determination on his face, his upper lip curling into a snarl. He was gorgeous and I ached for his cock.
"Stephen, please." I whispered, spitting his fingers out, the desperation in my voice obvious.
His eyes flickered up at me, he stared at me and quietly rose to his feet, bringing his engorged cock in sight. I salivated and pushed my hips forward, offering him my ass. He worked his fingers inside me with increased speed, my eyes fixated on his cock. He scooped a bit of Vaseline and applied it to his shaft. Heart racing, I reached out with my hand and stroked his steel shaft. My mouth dropped open and I gasped softly. His cock felt delectable, an iron rod wrapped in velvet. I thumbed his slit and fingered his veiny shaft. He rocked back and forth slightly, pumping his cock in my fist. I could have groped him for hours, but Stephen pulled back, ending my fun.
He positioned himself in between my legs and moved forward, holding my left leg back with his left hand and using his right hand to align himself. I hooked my legs over his shoulders for the second time in less than a day and felt Stephen's head brush across my entrance. I whimpered and pushed my hole out, ready for his dick. Stephen's head pushed through my fleshy cheeks and pulsed in my ring. My head fell back and I was overcome with pain and pleasure, unable to stop myself from moaning. Stephen quickly buried his length inside me, his fingertips caressing my thighs and legs. He moved slowly inside me, his large dickhead brushing my prostate, pain and pleasure billowing throughout my body. Stephen knew exactly what he was doing, moving his cock with great precision against my prostate, making me squirm and whimper. My prostate was on fire, burning against Stephen's engorged head. My lips quivered and I whispered, "I'm gonna. I'm gonna-"
"No!" Stephen grunted, pulling out of me quickly. He leaned down and roughly kissed me, parting my lips and massaging my tongue. His right hand stroked my jaw as his left gripped my waist.
"I need it." I whispered into his ear, reaching down to stroke his firm cock.
Stephen kissed me once more, and thrusted forcibly inside me. He did not move slowly this time, pushing quickly, his large balls smacking against me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" was all I could manage, panting breathlessly. Stephen's fingers gripped my shoulders, pushing me on him, his nails digging into me. I tugged at my hair and panted loudly, not able to restrain myself. Stephen leaned down and placed his tongue in my open mouth. I closed my lips and kissed him deeply. I was overloaded with sensation: his sweet and salty tongue, his throbbing cock, his warm body over my own, his hairy chest hair on my fingertips. Stephen kissed my neck and shoulder, burying his head there, pumping his raw cock into me. I ran my hands across his back, feeling his strong back muscles. Stephen slowed for a moment and then pulled out completely, leaving me empty. He moved to the toilet and sat down, his cock standing tall.
"Sit." Stephen commanded.
I jumped off the sink and stood over Stephen, facing him. He looked up at me and smirked. Bending my knees, I took his hard cock in my hand and guided it into my hole. Once the head passed my ring, I sat fully, experiencing the entirety of Stephen's girth. For the first time, I witnessed Stephen lose control. His mouth fell open and his face contorted in pleasure. I gripped his furry pecs and began moving up and down on him. Stephen said nothing, grunting roughly instead. My hands journeyed up from Stephen's chest to his jaw, bringing him in close to me for a kiss full of lust. My lips planted on his, I bounced with increased strength on his cock, my ass slamming forcefully on his lap. Stephen moaned around my tongue, his hands kneading my ass.
We stayed that way for what felt like forever, his cock thrusted upwards, our tongues dueling. I rode him steadily, our hands groping each other's bodies. In those moments, I forgot the circumstances that led me there. That Stephen had blackmailed me into taking his dick, that he was "punishing" me. In those moments, he was extraordinarily tender, kissing me passionately, holding me close. I wanted so much to stay that way, to believe that Stephen was not using me, not holding my job in his hands. I didn't focus on these thoughts for very long, my train of thought interrupted by the familiar rising sensation in my cock.
I clenched my hole tightly around Stephen, my right hand on his chest, my left hand traveling to my cock. Before I could touch myself, Stephen stopped me. "No!" he snarled as he wrapped his hands around my body. Quicker than I could have imagined, he lifted us off the seat and slammed me against the wall, pinning me between it and his body, his cock still inside me.
"You don't get to touch your cock yet." Stephen commanded.
I nodded silently as he resumed pumping into me. My head rested on his shoulder, my hands wrapped around him. I whispered in his ear, "I love your cock." And I meant it. I felt Stephen's mouth on my shoulder; he bit my neck softly, marking me. He kissed up my neck, his lips eventually finding mine. My body rocked against his, he handled me effortlessly, as though I were a toy.
I broke our kiss and whimpered, "I'm going to cum. I'm going-"
Stephen kissed me once more, "Wait for me. Wait."
His thrusts became faster, more deliberate. He was close and I tightened my hole around his throbbing cock. I couldn't hold it any longer, without a touch, my cock flexed and shot four ropes of my hot cum in between us. "Oh fuck!" Stephen let out, carelessly. I felt his cock splatter inside me and saw the pleasure ripple through his body. His legs gave out from the intensity of the orgasm and we crashed to the ground. His cock still inside me, Stephen grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a last kiss. Our lips parted with a smack and I maneuvered off of him, my body covered in cum.
"What time are you off?" Stephen asked as he got dressed.
"Five" I replied quietly.
"After work, change into something casual and meet me back here at 6. I'll be in the parking lot."
"And what if I have plans tonight?"
"You do have plans tonight. With me." Stephen finished fixing his appearance and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me on the floor.
I got to my feet and moved to the sink, cupping water in my hands and trying to wash the quickly-drying cum off of my body. My neck was already bruising from Stephen's bites. How was I supposed to work the next eight hours looking like a used fuck toy?
More importantly, what did Stephen have planned?
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