Page 39 of Not So Casual

Elias marches into my office looking hot as fuck in his gray pinstripe slacks with matching gray button down. He’s wearing a bright blue bow tie and I whimper at how fucking sexy he is.

And fucking mine.

All mine.

“Here’s a rundown of your day and here’s your schedule for tomorrow,” he quips, setting down his iPad in front of me. I don’t even need to look down to know what I’ll see. A black screen, the iPad not even turned on.

Elias is no longer my assistant, he’s my partner, in more ways than one. But this little game? Where we pretend he’s still my assistant, is so fucking hot, I’ll never get tired of it.

“Hmm, seems like I’ll have a busy day tomorrow. I should probably find something to do to relax tonight, huh?” Pushing my chair back away from my desk, I slowly undo the button on my slacks, putting my hand inside and gripping my shaft.

“Do you need help with that?” Elias purrs, stepping around my desk and stopping in front of me. He drops to his knees and my breath catches in my throat, just like the first time all those years ago. It’s crazy to see how far we’ve come since then. To see how much both of us have grown and how much more we’ve fallen in love. From the two of us not knowing what they were feeling, to now being able to love each other freely.

I reach out, my finger sliding down his face, I cup his cheek in my hand. He’s so fucking sexy; I’ll never get enough of him.

“Let me use that fucking mouth, baby. Take off my pants and let me use you.”

With hurried hands, Elias quickly undoes my pants and has them and my briefs around my ankles in no time at all. He sucks me to the back of his mouth, my hands flying to his head.

“Fuck baby.” Arching up, I push in farther, loving when he gags on my cock. Wanting to hear him, I do it again, tears springing to his eyes as he chokes but doesn’t stop. I pull at his hair, lifting him off my cock with an audible, wet pop. “Bend over my desk.”

My voice comes out husky and Elias’ eyes darken, and he whimpers before standing up and ripping his clothes off, tossing them to the side. He leans over my desk, his face resting against the surface, his perfect round ass in my face. Spreading his cheeks wide, I lick from his balls to his hole, taking my time when I reach it, swirling around, getting it nice and wet.

Elias’ pants fill my ears, spurring me on. Stiffening my tongue, I gently probe his hole, reaching past the tight ring of muscle. I grab hold of his hips, holding him in place while I attack his hole, showing no mercy.

While working him open with my mouth, I reach into the side cabinet, grabbing the bottle of lube I keep hidden there. As often as Elias and I have sex in this office, I make sure to keep it stocked, knowing I’ll always need it. Replacing my mouth with my fingers, I continue working him open while slowly peppering kisses along his back. Worshiping Elias is my favorite thing to do. To show him how much he means to me without using my words.

Leaning down behind him, I take my fingers out of his hole, groaning loudly when his hole clenches on nothing but air. I love knowing it’s just waiting to be filled with my cock. Slathering my dick with lube, I stand back up and line up with his waiting hole.

“You ready for me, baby?”

Elias doesn’t answer with words, just his head bobbing incessantly, his ass pushing back on my dick trying to take him inside. Stopping him with my hands on his hips, I chuckle, leaning over and kissing up the side of his neck.

“You’re so impatient,” I whisper, before nibbling on his ear lobe.

“I’m so horny,” he counters back, turning his head and capturing my lips with his. I easily get lost in his kiss, a kiss that shows how much we love each other, a kiss that means forever.

Licking into his mouth, I suck on his tongue at the same time I plunge forward, my cock easily sliding in all the way to the hilt. Elias moans into my mouth, wrapping his arm around my neck, holding my head steady against his. Thrusting into him, I lose myself. I get lost in all things Elias, the feeling of him wrapped tightly around me. The sensation of his tongue against mine. He fucks back onto me as I slide my hand around to his cock and pull on it. He whimpers and I pull away, smiling when Elias chases after me, wanting to claim my lips again.

I keep fucking into Elias, while stroking his cock and kissing him senseless. My body is flooded with heady emotions, and I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough of him, of us together. Wrenching my lips away from his, I start kissing from his neck down to his shoulder, not stopping my thrusting. His hole tightens around me and I moan, picking up my pace. Thick warm liquid hits my hands and I slightly falter, knowing that Elias just came.

“Fuckkkkkk,” I grind out, slamming into him a few more times before I fill him up with my own release. Slipping out of him, I fall back into my chair, holding on to his body and taking him down with me. He snuggles onto my lap, his head resting on my chest. We’re both breathing deeply, and I tighten my hands on him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Alexander. So much,” he whispers, burrowing deeper onto my chest.

We sit like that for a while, both of us just breathing the other in. In the past five years, my life has been flipped upside down, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Life with Elias has been nothing short of amazing. He finally finished his classes, going into business with me, taking my company to new heights.

We were married a couple of years ago, which was the happiest day of my life. Elias is younger and has an energy about him that forces me to keep up with him. Which I honestly love. I’m living life more these days than just focusing on work. And it’s all because of Elias.

Outside of work, we’ve been traveling to new places, trying new foods and simply enjoying each other. For someone who was dead set against relationships, I’m fucking thankful Elias came bounding in, knocking down every wall I had in place. Plus, the sex with him is fucking spectacular, and I’ll never get tired of it.

“You ready to head home?” I ask, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Mhmm hmm,” he mumbles, his eyes not opening.

Closing my own eyes, I grip him tighter, not wanting to let him go. I never want to let him go.

“Elias?” I ask, looking down at him, waiting for him to open his gorgeous eyes and look back.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” He cocks his head slightly, and I chuckle, knowing he has no idea what I’m thanking him for. “For this life. For loving me as much as you do.”

He puts his finger over my lips, effectively quieting me.

“No, thank you. For giving us a chance, for living this crazy life with me. For opening your heart to me.”

Kissing him senseless, I grab his nape, devouring his mouth with mine. In his kiss I can see everything. The past, the present, and most importantly, the future.