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Ferrara’s lubed fingers were pumping in and out of his hole now, the slick sounds obscene and so damn embarrassing.

Nate had to bite his lips to stop his moans. It felt so intense, this weird need inside of him, building and building, achy and hungry for something. Now the thought of a cock being stuffed into him didn’t seem all that unappealing.

“It’s just a one-off,” Nate said breathlessly, barely keeping his hips still as his boss worked his hole open. “We’ll try it once and then we’ll never talk about it again. Okay?”

Black eyes swept over his naked body, gleaming with something strange.

“Sure,” Raffaele said.

Ferrara, Nate reminded himself stubbornly, but it was hard to make himself think of this man by his last name when he had his goddamn fingers inside of his ass.

“I’m sure I’ll hate it anyway,” Nate said as the third finger pushed in. His last word became a low groan, it felt so intense—to be stretched like that. His whole world seemed to narrow down to his sensitive hole, stretched wide around those hard fingers. Fuck, he couldn’t believe it but his body still craved more.

“Look at you,” Raffaele murmured. “You’re fucking gagging for it.”

Nate glared at him but then he looked down at himself. His face became warmer when he saw his wantonly spread legs and his hard cock standing tall against his abs. Raffaele’s fingers looked so dark between his thighs, pumping into his hole in a steady rhythm, the Rolex on his wrist glinting in the muted light.

It looked obscene. He looked obscene.

And it turned him on even more, the utter wrongness of it.

“Just put it in,” he bit out, breathing unsteadily as he looked at Raffaele’s cock. It looked as mouthwatering as usual, thick and big, the veins on it so prominent Nate wanted to lick them. Lick it. But his hole was clenching around the fingers, wanting more, and the mere idea of that cock inside of him made him ache with need and impatience. He couldn’t believe he was actually eager to take it up the ass. To have a man inside of him.

The fingers suddenly pulled out, and he almost whined—he was so damn empty, his hole pulsing around nothing. It was fucking horrible.

He watched hungrily as Raffaele rolled a condom on his cock and then stroked it with his lubed fingers. God, he didn’t care how gay it was; he wanted that inside him.

Finally, his boss lined up his cock against Nate’s hole, the fat head bumping against it.

“Come on,” Nate gritted out, barely stopping himself from pushing back onto the cock like a slut. “Come on, put it in.”

Raffaele gripped his thigh harder, his cock teasing his entrance but not actually pushing in.

Panting, Nate glowered at him. “Come on!”

The asshole smiled. “Say the magic word.”

“God, I hate you,” Nate groaned out, surging forward and kissing him hard, his hand burying in Raffaele’s hair. Christ, he wanted to kill this insufferable man, he hated him, he loathed him—he couldn’t stop kissing him, his brain turning fuzzy and mushy as soon as Raffaele’s tongue pushed into his mouth. He hooked his legs around Raffaele’s hips, feeling like the worst kind of slut but unable to stop. He whined against Raffaele’s mouth, and finally—finally—he felt the cock push into him in one hard thrust.

“Ah,” Nate cried out, his eyes going wide.

He was so full.

So fucking full.

The cock in him felt so thick and big it brushed against his prostate without even trying, pressing against it, the sensation so intense he nearly passed out. He wanted more of this. It was the best and the worst feeling in the world, because he knew with sudden clarity that he wouldn’t be able to live without this, would crave this feeling always. “More,” he growled, gyrating his hips and trying to make the other man move.

Raffaele made a strange, guttural noise and started moving. Fucking. Pistoning in and out of him with hard thrusts that made the mattress shake. It was exactly what Nate needed. What he wanted.

He moaned, loud and shameless, his fingers digging into Raffaele’s muscular buttocks, trying to pull him deeper into him. God…

They fucked like animals in mating season, the bed creaking under them so loudly it was probably audible in the corridor. Nate couldn’t care less. He just wanted, shaking with the weird need inside him, the kind he’d never felt before.

A small, distant part of him couldn’t believe that this shameless creature coming apart on another man’s cock was him. But it was him. He was this guy who had his legs wantonly spread for another man, moaning non-stop. God, so good, it felt so good…

Raffaele wrapped his hand around his aching cock and squeezed.

Nate’s orgasm slammed into him. He moaned, and Raffaele swallowed his moan, his tongue plunging inside of his mouth with every thrust of his hips, fucking Nate’s blissed-out body through his orgasm.


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