“Do you have lube here?” he mumbled against Raffaele’s lips, burying his fingers in his hair and deepening the kiss greedily. Dry-humping wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to be fucked. He missed being fucked several times a day, completely hooked on the feeling. He wanted this man inside of him, all the time—until he got bored of it.
It had to happen eventually.
It had to.
Chapter 23
Three months later
Nate moaned, his glazed eyes fixed on the ceiling of the office unseeingly as Raffaele pounded into him. God, nothing should feel this fucking good. He couldn’t get enough of this. It felt like he was born to take that cock and every minute that it wasn’t inside him felt like a waste. If sex addiction was a thing, Nate definitely had it. To his growing desperation, he wasn’t getting tired of it at all. If anything, it had become worse: now even Raffaele’s scent turned him on—hell, everything about him turned him on. Nate had to actively stop himself from kissing him at random moments in front of other people.
“Want you deeper,” he muttered deliriously, trying to pull him closer, tighter. Unlike Nate, Raffaele was fully clothed but for his open fly, and the contrast between them only turned him on more.
Raffaele pulled out and slammed hard into him. Nate cried out.
“Look at you,” Raffaele said, his glazed black eyes roaming over Nate’s naked body. “You’re so desperate for cock. Would any cock do? Or do you want just mine?”
Part of him, the distant part that was still able to think, noted the strangeness of the question, the possessiveness of it. But people said weird shit during sex. He shouldn’t overthink it. “Yours,” Nate mumbled, pulling Raffaele down into a needy kiss. God, he wanted to consume him, swallow him whole. “Want you. So much.”
Raffaele groaned and started fucking him harder, his thrusts losing rhythm and becoming erratic until he shuddered and spilled into the condom. It felt amazing, to feel him lose control and come before him—something that almost never happened. It was so damn hot, but it left Nate unsatisfied. He whined in frustration, clenching around the softening cock in him.
Raffaele kissed his neck before dropping to his knees in front of him. He pushed Nate’s spread legs even wider and then—
Nate wailed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Raffaele took his hard cock into his mouth. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen—to see his proud, domineering boss on his knees, sucking his cock. But it still wasn’t enough. His hole was throbbing, aching to be filled, and Nate whined in frustration.
“I know what you want,” Raffaele said, pulling off his cock and moving his head lower. He licked his hole, and Nate moaned, delirious.
“You don’t want your cock sucked,” Raffaele said between licks. “You want me to eat you out, lick your greedy little hole.”
“Shut up,” Nate said weakly, his face burning. “I hate dirty talk.”
“Liar,” Raffaele said, sucking on his hole, before licking it, again and again. “You’re a slut for it.”
“Shut up and eat me out,” Nate said, burying his fingers in Raffaele’s hair and pressing his face tighter against his ass. More.
Raffaele chuckled and pushed his tongue inside him.
Nate came so hard he nearly blacked out.
***
Really, it was a wonder they got any work done.
By the time Nate got home that day, he’d been fucked three times. His ass felt a little sore when he moved, but after months of this, his body was used to it and didn’t complain much. Nate was aware that it was probably kind of messed-up that he liked feeling the soreness. It reminded him of Raffaele even when he wasn’t there.
“Are we going to finally talk about it?”
Nate came to a stop and winced. “Hey. I’m tired. Can we talk tomorrow—”
“No, we can’t,” Maya said from the couch, where she had apparently been lying in wait for him. “It’s ten in the evening, Nate. Ten! This is ridiculous!”
“We had lots of work,” Nate said defensively. “I’m being paid for overtime.”
“Lots of work,” Maya said, practically radiating skepticism. She got to her feet and walked over. She sniffed. “Is that why you smell of some cologne? It’s a very nice cologne, I’ll give you that.”
“It’s new,” Nate said. “Do you like it?”
Maya gave him a flat look. “You don’t wear cologne. Even if you did, you wouldn’t be able to afford such an expensive one.”
“Wow, you can tell the price by the scent alone?” Nate said with a weak chuckle.
His sister smacked him on the head. “Stop playing dumb. You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what’s going on just because you’re barely home? I’m going to ask you one question. And you’re going to answer me honestly. Why are you still sleeping with your asshole of a boss, you dunderhead?”