Chapter 2 — Ethan POV
The shower took the edge off. Not by much. I’d been hard all afternoon, and getting Lucas’s ass in the shower had been enough to take some of the edge off. But I still wanted more. I can’t seem to get enough lately. It’s crazy.
It started around lunch, when Liam pinged me to swing by his office. It wasn’t unusual. When I got there, I saw he wasn’t alone. He was at his desk with TJ sitting across from him. They were looking at the large screen display mounted on the wall, which showed a warehouse floor with a maze in the middle of it. A rare glimpse into what the event was going to look like. A top-down view of a simple maze.
When I walked in, I expected their conversation to stop, maybe even for TJ to clear the screen. They didn’t. They just kept going. Blake was on the couch. He’s Alex’s boyfriend, and Alex is Liam’s dad, and one of the top executives in the company. So it wasn’t surprising he was there, they’re pretty close and Blake is around all the time. He looked over, then gestured to the open spot next to him on the couch. I gave him a quick hug before sitting down.
As I did, I caught Liam watching me while TJ kept talking. “The plan right now has them finishing construction three days early. Which includes wiring up all the TVs and the cameras.”
Blake asked, “Do you need any signage about the cameras? Given what’s likely to happen in some of the more private corners of the venue.”
Liam shook his head. “No signs. It ruins the atmosphere if people are reminded they’re being watched.”
“There’s no expectation of privacy,” I added for Blake. “Legally, once you’re in a public venue like this, anything you do can be observed. The cameras are just an extension of that.”
“Even though it’s an invite-only event?” Blake asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” I clarified. “Invite-only still isn’t private. With some exceptions, the only places you can legally expect privacy are bathrooms, changing rooms, and your own home. Just because you happen to be somewhere you perceive to be private. Doesn’t guarantee that. And if you happen to be recorded while you’re getting your cock sucked. Then that’s on you.”
Blake nodded once, eyes back on the screen.
“It’s mostly for liability purposes anyway,” Liam added.
“Who are you trying to kid?” Blake said. Then he smirked. “You’re just like your father. A deviant in sheep’s clothing.”
Liam laughed. “Guilty.”
“And you love it,” TJ said to Blake, calling him out.
Blake didn’t deny it. “I do. Which is why I’m here. It’s rubbing off. I want to know where I can go should the mood strike.”
TJ tapped a few spots on his tablet, which highlighted the respective locations on the map. “These are the corners with the least camera coverage. Staff won’t be passing through often.” He moved his finger again, highlighting several locations in the service hallways. “These lights will be on when someone is in that particular connected room. If you time your shenanigans to when no one’s in that room, the likelihood of encountering staff is even less. But the lights are low enough that you shouldn’t be seen either way.”
He then circled one of the maze rooms. “And this is where I plan to have my fun.”
The look he gave me when he said it, the way he held it just long enough to make his meaning clear, told me one thing. It made my cock twitch.
Blake raised an eyebrow. “That’s not very private.”
To Blake, his response was rather direct. “Who said it needs to be?” But he didn’t stop there. His eyes shifted in my direction. He pinned me with a stare before continuing. “It offers the perfect vantage point for someone to watch. And for me, that’s kinda the point.”
That look was deliberate, heavy, and my cock twitched before I could stop it. TJ was trouble, but that was part of his appeal. His sharp jaw, lean frame, and the spark in his eyes made it clear he liked the thrill of pushing limits, which told me all I needed to know. It was an invitation.
Heat rushed through me, my cock pressing harder against my jeans. I shifted on the couch, trying to disguise it, and that was the mistake. In trying to hide it, I brought attention to it.
Liam caught it first. The grin spread across his face, slow and approving, like he’d just witnessed something he’d been expecting. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The way his eyes stayed on me made my stomach twist in a good way.
Then Blake glanced over. His smile was softer, more restrained, but it was there. Just a flick of his eyes down before returning to the screen, lips curving with the kind of knowing amusement that left me restless.
And TJ never looked away. He held me pinned, as if my reaction was the confirmation he wanted all along.
And it didn’t stop there either.
Even after they finished talking about the upcoming party, the maze, and all the shenanigans they and others will be up to. After TJ left. After Blake retreated to Alex’s office. Likely to tease the fuck out of Alex, the lucky bastard. Because that’s what Blake does. Blake is unapologetically horny, and Alex gets to reap the benefits of it. All the time.
It’s a trait I admire, and honestly wish Lucas would adopt. He’s horny, just as much as Blake, Liam, TJ, and many others in their friend group, but he’s secretive about it. Like it’s something to hide, only to be brought out in the right situations, when privacy and company allow.
Blake doesn’t hide. He has a tight frame, trim waist, and a great ass that looks perfect in jeans. He’s got hair like Liam’s, longer, the kind that begs to be held onto and even pulled while you’re fucking them. Lucas’s hair is long enough to grab onto, and I do.
But it’s not the same. I worry about hurting him. I worry about it too much for even his liking. He’s not fragile, not by any means. But the look of pain on his face hits me wrong.
It’s strange; it’s not something that has bothered me with other people. Past boyfriends, well, except for Daniel, he couldn’t take my cock, and ultimately, that ended up being one of the major issues that broke us up. Which, in a way, does explain why I’m overcompensating with Lucas.
But still, given how turned on I was, I couldn’t help but watch Blake’s ass as he left. And by watch, I mean stare. And by stare, I mean imagine it bare, bent over in front of me.
I couldn’t help but wonder how trained it was. How much resistance I’d feel as I pushed in. Would he open for me, or would I have to work him with my fingers first? Not that I’d mind. I enjoy taking my time with a sexy ass. Lucas certainly enjoys it when I do.
I thought about the stretch, how tight he would feel around me, and how he’d push back against it, hungry for more. I know more about Blake and Alex’s sex life than I ever imagined I would, so when I say Alex is a lucky bastard. I really mean it. It just makes my cock twitch every time I think about it. Which is every time I’m around Blake.
“Ethan.”
His voice snapped me out of it. I looked over. Liam was watching me, that fucking sexy and mischevious grin playing at his mouth. “He does have a nice ass,” he said, calm and somewhat amused. “So I understand.“
I snorted before I could stop myself. “You were supposed to pretend you didn’t see that.”
“Why?” He shrugged as he picked up the invites and walked over to me. “And it’s ok to fantasize a little. Hell, catch him in the right mood and you might just get the opportunity.”
“The opportunity?” It was a mistake asking. Liam would snatch the chance to tease me, and he did. He always does.
As he handed me the invites with one hand, he leaned down, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear. “The opportunity to bend him over and fuck him.”
He pulled back just far enough to look down, his eyes landing on the outline of my cock straining against my pants. His smile widened. “Lucky Lucas.”
I wasn’t shocked by it anymore. As hot as that sounded, I wasn’t about to risk my job over a quick fuck with the boss’s boyfriend. Even if the boyfriend was into it, even if the boss was ok with it. I liked risk, but there was such a thing as too risky.
The look he gave me called out the double meaning of his words. He may have been talking about Blake. But he was also referring to himself. It could easily be taken as an offer, one to strip him down that very moment, and bend him over his own desk.
“You are such a fucking tease sometimes, you know that.”
“I am. And I do.” Liam’s eyes swept the office, a pointless check for anyone who might have seen. Satisfied, he leaned back toward me with that same grin. “No one is around that could have taken offense. And I noticed you haven’t told me to stop either. So no company lines have been crossed, Mr. HR representative.”
His eyes dropped again, deliberately, settling on my cock. The outline was obvious, and we both knew it. He sighed, almost like it was a pity. Then his grin returned. “Lucas can thank me for it later.”
“Huh?” I asked, trying to catch up.
“For the incredible fuck you’re going to give him when you get home,” Liam said, eyes glinting.
It was only when I was walking out of Liam’s office that I noticed I had two different sets of invitations in my hand. I paused in the doorway, thumbing through them, and saw what set them apart. The second set was marked, ‘guest of Ethan Westfield.’
Liam doesn’t hand those out. Not casually. He chooses everyone who sets foot into his parties himself. Only a select few ever get the privilege of bringing unnamed guests. The ones he trusts enough to stand behind their judgment.
I recognized it for the gift it was. For the trust it meant.
I turned back. He was leaning against the edge of his desk, arms folded, eyes fixed on me. I gave him a slow, knowing nod and let a naughty grin pull at my mouth. His smile answered mine, just as wicked as always.
Unfortunately, the torment didn’t stop there. The universe was set against me. Its goal: to torment the fuck out of my cock. To edge me all fucking day long. To blue-ball me until I couldn’t think straight. After meeting with Liam, I had a series of interviews to conduct for new positions. Among them were multiple guys who just screamed fuck me. And not in the desperate, slutty way that spoke of not having any standards.
They were polished, confident, clean-cut—buttoned shirts, fitted pants, the kind of posture that says they know they look good. The kind of confidence that’s sexy instead of off-putting. They had all the right answers. Perfect candidates for the job, sure. It’s a good thing the final decision will be up to the hiring manager. In my state of mind, I could have easily been convinced to hire them on the spot in exchange for some release.
The interview room was private enough. I pictured grabbing one of them by the tie, yanking him out of the chair, and bending him over the table. A hand clamped over his mouth to keep the noise down while I shoved into him.
I pictured another one on his back, head hanging off the edge of the table as I fed him my cock. His throat open, lips stretched wide, my hands gripping his jaw to hold him steady while I fucked into his mouth. The perfect position to reach down and stroke them as I used them. Or better yet. Lean down into them, and take them into my own mouth at the same time.
The image was so sharp in my head. I had to force myself to keep eye contact, to nod like I was listening to his answers, when all I wanted to do was unzip and shove myself in one of their holes.
No. What screamed fuck me was the subtle looks. It made me wonder if they knew the mood I was in, if they could somehow tell. Had they noticed the outline of my cock when I greeted them? Had they caught the way I shifted in my seat when it twitched at the imagery running through my head?
The occasional choice of wording sealed it. Saying partner instead of boyfriend or girlfriend. Neutral phrasing that’s only used when you’re deliberately avoiding saying one way or the other. The kind of language you know and immediately recognize if you’re in the community. Little signals slipped into conversation to test the waters, to see who picks up on them and who doesn’t.
The knowledge that they were gay, and maybe thinking about the same things I was, just made it all the more tempting. Not that I would ever do it. But I could imagine.
Arousal has a way of compounding on itself. You are horny, you need release, yet you do not get it. Which just has a way of making you think about it even more. You go from simply being horny to really craving it. Where you could ignore it before, you cannot anymore. At first, you seriously consider taking some alone time to just rub one out. To get the release that you need to finish your day.
But then, as the end of the day creeps closer, you rule that option out. Because you know once you get home, you can get some, you’re going to get that release, and you don’t want to waste it.
And just to make things worse. Today of all days, would be the day I couldn’t just get some the moment I got home. Because, of course, Lucas would be focused on the Halloween party and the costumes. So once again, I’m forced to wait.
Any other day, and I would have instigated it myself. Right there in the front room. Be it with his ass bent over the couch. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked in the door, dropped his pants, bent him over, and dove in face-first. I’m very oral. There’s nothing better than driving a guy so crazy that he’s begging you to fuck him.
When we finally sorted out the costumes and he got in the shower, I was done waiting. I stepped in behind him, pressed myself against his back, and kissed the side of his neck. The sound he made went straight to my cock. He always reacts so quickly, so eager.
I ran the soap over him, lathering him up, every pass of my hands doubling as an excuse to grope him, to keep touching. His chest, his nipples, his cock. I wanted him moaning, arching into me, but every time my cock ground against his ass, my mind tripped. I wanted to shove in raw, to bottom him out on the first thrust, to hear him grunt from the force of it. Instead, I forced myself to finger him open, one, then two, then three, each time waiting for his reaction. Guaging how ready he was.
I hate how much I hesitate, how much I second-guess with him. I was never this cautious with others in the past. But I admit I do love the way he moans. The way I could move my fingers inside him and play him like an instrument. If I weren’t so horny, so eager to fuck him. I’d spend an hour teasing his hole until he was practically sucking me inside him. His hole would be eager to take me, and more without any pain or discomfort.
He’s capable of doing it. It just usually takes a lot of foreplay. The only thing that stopped me from rushing inside him was the memory of the way he would wince when I slid inside. That image never leaves me. So, I take my time.
My resolve disappeared when he told me to fuck him. He was ready for more, and so was I. So I did. I lined my cock up with his hole and started to push. He was already slick from the soap I had been using as lube as I fingered him. His body begged me forward. Inch by inch, fighting against everything in me that wanted to drive in to the hilt. To just fucking pound into him. To fuck him the way we both wanted. I know he wants it. He’s said so. But reality and fantasy don’t always align.
He pushed back, trying to force me deeper, and I held his hips to stop him. To control the pace. To make sure he didn’t take too much too quick. My cock pulsed so hard it hurt, but I still dragged it out, stretching him slowly, kissing his neck to distract us both.
Eventually, though, he grew accustomed to it. So I began my work. Doing what I’d been wanting to do all day long. Only not in the raw passionate way I’d been dying to. He wasn’t loose enough for that just now. It was torture. In my mind I replayed every fantasy I had that day as I fucked him. Using every ounce of my will power not to lose control with him. That would come later. This was to solve the immediate need. To take the edge off, so that tonight I could spend the time I needed on his ass, to open him up properly and to fuck him the way I wanted to.
That thought alone pushed me to the edge. With a final thrust inside him, I unloaded. Gripping his body and pulling him into me, hard. Not to ignore his needs. I pulled out, spun him around and dropped to my knees in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth, into my throat as I slipped my fingers back inside of him. This ass was going to get properly fucked tonight.
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