Alex

I went back to my office and poured myself a drink. I sat down behind my desk and took a sip, trying to clear my head. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I feeling like this? My mind was racing and my heart was aching like there was something missing. Why was I feeling this way about Ethan? I didn’t want to care about him. I didn’t want to want him.

I downed the rest of my drink and poured another one. I was trying not to think about him, but I couldn’t stop. I kept thinking about how bold he was tonight, how he had looked when I was fucking him in my office. How his eyes had looked up at me when I was holding him down. How he had begged me to cum inside him.

I was hard again, just thinking about it. I took another sip of my drink and tried to will my dick to go soft. It didn’t work.

I stood up and walked over to the window, looking out over the city. It was late and most of the lights were out, but there were still some cars on the road. I felt restless, like I needed to do something.

“Fuck” I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. I was trying to calm myself down, trying to ignore my dick that was painfully throbbing in my pants but all I could see was the image of Ethan. Ethan with his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open as I fucked him raw. His cheeks red and his voice hoarse from moaning, his back arched beautifully and his pretty little dick spurting out so much cum.

What the fuck? What was I doing? Why was I thinking about this? I was not supposed to be thinking about him. Not in this way. I fucked him so he would stop being a pain in the ass, not because I was into him.

My head was a mess and my thoughts were all over the place. I was getting frustrated and I didn’t like it one bit. I finished my drink and set the glass down on the windowsill. I walked back to my desk and sat down, pulling my laptop closer. I opened it up and started to work, trying to focus on the numbers on the screen in front of me.

I didn’t like the way my body was reacting. It was like I was in heat or something. It was bad and I was screwed. I knew it, and I had no one to blame but myself.

He is just a pet but why can’t I stop thinking about him. I wasn’t supposed to want him like this but dammit, I wanted him again. I wanted him underneath me again. I wanted to see his face as I fucked him hard and deep.

“Shit” I ran my fingers through my hair.

I took a deep breath. I could still smell Ethan’s scent on me and I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t over. I was going to have him again.

I tried to calm myself and tried to think of something else but I was too tired and exhausted. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up and walked out to my room, I needed a cold shower. After the shower which didn’t help to calm me down, I felled on my bed and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

……………..

It felt like an instant later that I woke up, but I knew that I had slept for a few hours. My body felt better, more rested. I got off the bed, and as I did so, I noticed that was dick was hard, really hard.

“Fuck” I cursed, but I didn’t bother getting upset with myself. I knew my body was just reacting to Ethan. I pulled my pants back up and left the room. I had to do something about it, it’s time to end this torture.

I had been in denial since day one. I knew, even then, that I liked Ethan. From the first day he came to my penthouse, innocent, I had wanted him. I liked the way he smiled at me, the way his eyes would light up every time I looked at him.

And even now, I liked him more than I should, more than I cared to admit. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to fuck him again this night, that will show him how much I was losing control but I couldn’t help himself.

I left my room, walked down the hallway, and stopped in front of his bedroom door. My dick was throbbing hard, I opened the door and went in. Ethan was fast asleep, curled up on one side of the bed. I stared at him, he looked so small, so fragile but I knew better. Ethan wasn’t as fragile as he looked. He was tougher than he seemed, stronger than most people I knew. I felt like I was crossing a line. A line that I shouldn’t be crossing and I had a feeling that once I crossed that line, there was no turning back. But my dick hurt and I was so horny. I stripped down and climbed into bed next to him, pulling him close. He stirred, but didn’t wake up.

I buried my face in his hair, breathing in his scent. He smelled like sex and sweat and something uniquely Ethan and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. I reached out and slowly ran my fingers up and down his back. I felt him shiver under my touch, but he was still asleep. I reached out and pulled him closer, I wrapped my arm around his slim waist, and the boy let out a soft moan.

I moved closer, my hard dick pressing against his ass, and I felt myself throb harder. He moaned again, I knew that he was awake now, but he didn’t open his eyes. I started rolling my hips, grinding my dick against his ass. He let out a low whine and pushed his ass back.

I pulled his hips closer and pressed my dick harder against him. I was still grinding my hips, and now he was moving with me. I let out a low growl, I couldn’t wait anymore. I reached and pulled his pants down to his knees.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirted some on my fingers and on my dick. I reached between his legs and found his asshole. I rubbed it with my fingers and slowly pushed one inside. I fucked him with one finger first before inserting another. I added a third, and then a fourth. I continued until I was sure that he was ready for me.

Ethan moaned softly as he moved his hips back. I pulled my fingers out and positioned myself at his wet entrance and then I pushed inside slowly.

He let out a loud moan as my thick dick entered him.

“Alex…” he moaned.

I didn’t say anything, I just slowly pushed my dick inside, inch by inch, until I was buried deep. I felt like I was in heaven, he was tight……so fucking tight. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself to make it last.

“Alex,” he moaned again as he pushed his ass back, forcing my dick deeper inside him. I groaned and wrapped my arm tighter around his waist and started fucking him like a man gone mad. Slowly, at first, then faster and faster. Ethan was moaning, whining, and writhing in front of me. I could hear how wet he was and I knew that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

I grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back. I pulled his arms back, and he arched his back.

“Faster, Alex…….please” he begged.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I started pounding his ass. His moans got louder, his voice more urgent.

“Fuck, Alex. Fuck, I’m close,” he cried.

I pounded him harder, faster. I could feel my balls slapping against his ass.

“Cum for me, pet. Cum for me,” I grunted as I continued to pound his tight ass, and Ethan did. He came all over the bed, his dick pouring out so much cum that I thought he was never going to stop.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I kept fucking him through his orgasm.

When he was done, when his orgasm subsided, I flipped him on his back, pushed his legs back and entered him again in one swift motion. He cried out as I started pounding him again, I didn’t want to stop……I was a man in lust.

“Alex! Oh my God, Alex. You feel so good,” he moaned as he wrapped his arms around my neck

“You’re so fucking tight. You’re so good,” I moaned, not stopping my thrust. He moaned in response. He dug his fingers into my shoulders, pulling me closer. I kissed him, I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and licked him, devouring him.

Ethan kissed me back, matching my hunger and my desperation. I bit down on his lower lip and the boy moaned, his legs shaking. I knew that he came again.

I pushed his legs further back and started pounding him faster, harder like never before. He screamed my name as his back arched, his third orgasm of the night. That was what I needed to reach my own release. My eyes rolled back in my head, I growled and let go, I came hard and deep inside his ass. I groaned as my cum filled him up and dripped down my balls.

I collapsed on top of him panting heavily, stars dancing in front of my eyes. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my head. I raised my head and looked at him and the boy smiled at me.

I knew then that I was so screwed.