Roomies in Arms - Part 24

Everyone in this story is 18+

Lex’s hair was again a disaster, lips swollen, trousers already somewhere around his ankles. I was no better—shirtless, flushed, suit pants halfway down my thighs, and very visibly hard.

I didn’t even have time to react before he grabbed me by the tie—still knotted perfectly at my neck—and kissed me with open-mouthed hunger. His teeth scraped, tongue invading, like he’d gone weeks without food and I was suddenly edible.

I shoved him back into the nearest chair, dropped to my knees, and yanked his briefs down with both hands.

His cock slapped up hard against his belly, thick and flushed and leaking. He was already soaked. I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my mouth around him, deep as I could go, choking on the sheer size. He tasted of sweat, salt—utterly male, utterly Lex.

“Fuck, Sebby,” he gasped, fingers digging into my hair. “Jesus fucking—”

He couldn’t finish. Could barely breathe. I pulled back just enough to suck on the tip, licking up the slickness, then pushed all the way back down. My throat spasmed, eyes tearing, but I didn’t stop. I was ravenous. I was possessed.

He tugged me off with a desperate grunt, then manhandled me to my feet. “My turn,” he rasped.

We kissed again—sloppy—then he dropped down and yanked my own trousers the rest of the way off. His hand wrapped around my shaft, and then his mouth was on me—wet, eager, no finesse whatsoever. Just mess and lust.

I couldn’t stay standing.

My knees buckled and I had to grab the edge of the table for balance. His tongue swirled around the head, then down the shaft, nose buried in my neatly trimmed pubes like he needed to inhale me. I was dripping onto his chin, bullocks tight, stomach clenching.

“Lex—stop—I’m—”

He pulled off, panting. “You taste so fucking good. I want to ruin you.”

“Then do it.”

I climbed up onto the glass table and lay back. I spread my legs, knees bent, cock flat against my stomach, hole on full display. “Right now.”

Lex just stared.

“Sebastian Tucker-Renfield,” he said, voice cracked, “you filthy, perfect little—”

He grabbed the coffee cup—still warm—and poured it across his fingers, then spat into his palm and rubbed them together. Then he was between my legs, spreading me open.

His fingers were hot, slick, shaking as he slid one in. Then two. I gasped. There was no patience left. I didn’t want prep. I wanted him. Deep. Now.

He gripped the backs of my thighs, pushed them higher, and angled his hips. I could see him—veins swollen, skin flushed dark pink, tip glistening with spit and precum. Thick. Almost too thick. He pressed the head right up against me, dragging it down the slick seam like he needed to feel the resistance first.

And then he pushed inside.

The pressure made my spine arch off the glass. There was no easing into it—just stretch and sting and the dizzying feeling of being split open. He sank in slow but unrelenting, the head popping past the ring of muscle with a wet sound that left both of us gasping. I could feel every ridge, every twitch, every pulsing inch as he filled me—impossibly deep, impossibly thick.

“Fuck,” Lex breathed, staring down like he’d never seen anything more obscene. “You’re taking all of it—Jesus—”

I was. I had. And I never wanted him to stop.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “You’re so tight—I can feel your heartbeat—”

“Don’t stop.”

He pulled out halfway and thrust back in, harder. I cried out, head hitting the table. The glass was cold against my back, contrast to the heat flooding me.

He fucked me like he was possessed.

Fast, ragged, desperate. Balls slapping my ass, cock spearing deep. I could feel every ridge, every vein. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled him deeper.

Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. I could smell him—sharp, male, tangy with exertion and come. The table creaked beneath us.

He leaned down and kissed me, still thrusting, his cock punching into me with every grind of his hips.

“Sebby,” he gasped against my lips. “I’m gonna—fuck—”

“Do it in me,” I whispered.

“Sebby—oh fuck—”

I felt it—his cock twitching, jerking as he deposited everything deep inside me. I could feel the wet heat flood me, leaking out around the base, trickling down over my skin onto the glass.

I came seconds later—without a single touch—my whole body tightening, cock twitching against my belly as I spurted across my stomach and chest, gasping like I’d been struck by lightning.

Lex collapsed on top of me, still buried inside, breathing like he’d run a marathon. Our sweat smeared together. Cum was everywhere—between us, under us, cooling on the glass.

The boardroom was wrecked.

We were wrecked.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t care.

I’d never felt more alive.