Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Darius stopped trying to keep him still then. He just fucked him faster and harder.
“Yes. Fucking own me!” Marc shouted. He was so close. One touch to his dick and he’d go off.
As if Darius knew, he slowed his pace. It was pure fucking torture. He ran his hands over Marc’s shoulders and along his sides.
“You are one hot fuck.”
Marc laughed, the sound strained. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Have you ever come hands-free?”
Dear God. “Yes. Think you can make me?”
“I know I can make you.” He tilted Marc’s hips and made a slow stroke that fucking lit Marc up. “Your arse feels so good around my cock. I’m going to fill you up until you see stars.”
“Do it!”
Darius increased his pace again, working his hips in a way that drove Marc crazy and gave him a little of what he needed but not quite enough. Then Darius stretched over him again. The angle was perfect, and Marc was suddenly…right…fucking…there.
“Yes!” he cried out as he came. His dick begged for more friction, even as each pulse of his climax shot his seed on the floor. Darius worked himself in and out, showing no mercy.
“Fucking perfect,” he said right against Marc’s ear as he drove in one last time and then shuddered as he came.
They lay there for several long seconds, trying to catch their breath.
“I guess the accountants next door enjoyed that,” Darius said.
Oh, shit. Marc hadn’t even been thinking about where they were at the end. He’d been completely under Darius’s spell.
Finally Darius pulled out, making Marc gasp. He’d sure as hell be feeling this for a while.
Darius walked into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. Then he shoved the fabric samples and other mess off the sofa and sat, dropping his head back and blowing out a long breath. Marc braced himself on the table, letting his head hang down, still too fucked out to move.
CHAPTER FIVE
Darius stretched and then looked at Marc. “Well, now that we got that out of our system, you’re hired.”
Had Marc heard that right? It was going to take him the rest of the day to recover. Darius was nowhere near out of his system. “You sure as hell bounce back fast.”
“If you were about to add ‘for an old guy,’ don’t even think about it.”
“Hell no, I’m still dizzy as fuck.”
“Good. I did my job. But I want to make sure we’re clear—I don’t go back for seconds, and I don’t fuck employees.”
Marc felt the words like a slap, and he hated himself for it. What had he thought this was? He’d been telling himself he had to do this job with his brain, not his fucking dick. But now that he knew just how magic Darius’s hands really were, he’d think about them every fucking night.
No, there was no point in that. He’d learn what he could, save for school, watch job ads, and make plans for the future. No way in hell was getting to fuck Darius again more important than his future. He couldn’t spend the rest of his life lying around watching movies with Riley and fucking men for money. Riley had moved on. He would too.
Marc wouldn’t have thought he had any modesty left. He spent plenty of time being naked in front of other men. But right then, he felt more self-conscious than he had in years, as if for Darius, he’d bared more than his body. He nearly fell over in his haste to pull his pants on. Had it ever taken this long to recover from an orgasm before? He needed to drink some water and then get the fuck out of there.
Shirt. Where the hell was his shirt?
“You don’t have to rush off,” Darius said. He was still lounging naked on the sofa, obviously not feeling the same vulnerability. “I thought we’d talk about what I’d expect from you.”
Hard work and no more sex, apparently. “I think you made that rather clear.”
“You’re not going to get pissy about that, are you? I thought you were the type of guy who’d know the score without me having to spell it out for you.”
Wow, Darius didn’t mince words, did he?
I knew he’s an ass. Riley warned me.
“I’m not pissy.”
“I hope I’m not keeping you from another hookup?”
Marc snorted. “Hardly.” He didn’t usually book multiple fucks in a day, even the ones he got paid for. The only plans he had were going home and falling asleep in front of the TV.
“I need someone full-time, if that’s what you’re interested in, and I pay well.”
The shift in subject added to Marc’s dizziness. “So why did your other employees fuck off on you? It’s not easy to get a decent job.”
Darius snorted. “They were worthless motherfuckers who didn’t want to work.”
Marc studied him. There was something he wasn’t saying.