Dirty little confessions.

Cracks in the Facade

The executive floor fluorescent lamps were buzzing gently as Alex took a seat back in his leather chair and looked at the city skyline through the floor to ceiling windows. Two weeks had passed since their arrangement started, and the first excitement of forbidden release had calmed down into a habit that both excited and numbed him. Board meetings were now even more time-consuming, not due to the interminable spreadsheets, but because his imagination was playing with the idea of the strong hands of Jordan on his hips, how Jordan could make his c**k open him up without mercy.

The phone of Alex buzzed on the desk. A text from Jordan: Security check over. All clear. Professional, detached. But Alex knew better. He typed back: My office. Now.

It opened a few minutes later and Jordan entered with his broad shoulders filling the frame.

“Lock the door,” said Alex, his voice low and commanding, the CEO persona sliding into position even as his pulse rose with need.

Jordan obeyed without saying, turning the lock and half-pulling the blinds down. He came up to the desk, and his green eyes focused on those of Alex. "Rough day?"

"You have no idea." Alex got up, and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the well-built chest, sprinkled with dark hair. He swiveled round and put his hands on the desk and pushed his ass back in a suggestive gesture. "Make it better.“

Jordan hesitated momentarily, and Alex caught the eye.

“What happened?” Alex asked.

It...I overheard what the other guards were saying and they talked about you saying something about letting go of me?” said Jordan, his voice, which lacked emotion.

“Yea… about that. I believe I had had better allow you to leave the office. I do not see people adding two on two or the walls with ears and people begin to spread rumors. I am doing it on behalf of the two of us.” Alex’s voice was earnest as he spoke . But need not fret about our deal, it remains and the pay is the same. The only difference is though that henceforth we would meet elsewhere in order to avoid rumors and gossips. I hope you understand.”

Jordan hesitated a long time before he at length took a deep breath and nodded. “Loud and clear boss. I get you.”

“Thats more like it.” Looking straight into the eye of Jordan, Alex put a finger in his mouth and sucking it seductively, going down on his knees and unbuttoning his belt, Alex slowly started sucking the d**k of Jordan. The gigantic c**k down his throat, and the tears streaming down his face.

“Good boy.” Jordan moaned, and he took a fistful of the hair of Alex. “Suck that d**k like a good boy.”

Alex sucked, sucked, until he was out of breath, and tugged back with a pop, only a strand of saliva connecting him and the d**k of Jordan together.

“f**k me daddy.” As he got up, Alex said.

In a few seconds Jordan was on top of him, dragging the pants of Alex down to his ankles. No underwear--Alex no longer put them on in the office. Rough fingers pulled apart his cheeks and Jordan spat right onto his hole, rubbing his thumb into it, and then thrusting two fingers inside. Alex groaned, and pushed away, the pain of the stretch causing his c**k to twitch against the edge of the desk.

“Always so tight, despite how many times ive wrecked your pink p***y,” Jordan grumbled, in a gravelly voice. He jerked his fingers and curled them in order to strike that place which caused Alex to yelp. Precum dripped Alex’s and stained the polished wood.

“Less talk, more c**k,” Alex ordered.

Jordan laughed darkly, and pulled his fingers out, and brought his thick c**k out of his pants. It came out, veined, heavy, the head already gleaming. He pressed the top against Alex’s asshole, and pushed in with a single savage stroke, driving his balls to the hilt. The fullness was overpowering, the invasion was met by the clenching of his body, and Alex cried out.

Jordan didn't wait. He held Alex by the waist and began to pound, hips jerking forward with erratic speed. The desk squeaked them, the papers flew as the balls of Jordan hit the ass of Alex. With every thrust he penetrated further, striking prostate with accuracy, sending shocks of pleasure along the spine of Alex.

“f**k, yes--harder,” said Alex, and one hand reached back to claw at the thigh of Jordan.

Jordan did, bending down to bite Alex on the shoulder, making him under the neck of his shirt. His free hand was round his c**k, and was rubbing in time with his strokes. The moans of Alex became louder, and only his bitten lip could mute it. The danger of the office--secretary only a half-floor down the hall--only increased the advantage.

“Gonna fill you up,” Jordan growled, and his own climax was coming. "Take it all."

Alex came before him. “f**k yes daddy!” He moaned, throwing caution to the win as his hole spasming around the d**k of Jordan. Jordan came in a few seconds behind and threw in deep and unloaded hot ropes of c*m into him. He remained buried until he softened, and drawing out with a moist pop, watching his c*m cascading down the thighs of Alex.

They stopped and breath, and Jordan wiped them both with tissues out of the desk drawer. A glimpse of something went through the two men as Alex pulled his pants back up, more than lust, perhaps. But Alex shoved it down. It was relieving stress, nothing more.

“Good boy,” Alex said, getting back into his seat. "Dismissed."

Jordan nodded, and adjusted himself and headed out. However, on the verge of closing the door, the phone of Alex became illuminated with an unknown number: We have heard about your little secret. Pay up, or everyone finds out.

His blood ran cold. Threats that had contracted Jordan initially, the corporate competition, perhaps hackers, had changed. This time they were attacking his personal life. He had to inform Jordan, how? Their deal was s*x, not trust.