I know I've been teasing you all for a while, so at long last, here's the hot stuff I promised! [Warning: Contains m/m sex]
In case you missed the beginning: read part one HERE.
Read part two HERE.
After Hours--Part Three
Cory brought Kyle’s hand to his mouth. He cleaned the glaze from Kyle’s fingers with long, slow swipes of his tongue, starting with the pinkie. When he reached Kyle’s index finger, he took it into his mouth and sucked lightly.
Kyle groaned, his eyes falling half-closed. “Cory…”
The sweep of Cory’s tongue over Kyle’s captive finger turned the other man’s words into a sharp gasp. He released Kyle’s finger with a pop, grinning. “I think I got it all from your hand, but I’m not finished.”
“You’ve still got some right…here.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue along Kyle’s bottom lip, tasting glaze and coffee and man. At first Kyle sat stock-still, but after a moment his lips parted, and he kissed Cory back, spearing his hands into Cory’s hair.
Their tongues tangled as the kiss deepened. Cory trailed his fingertips along Kyle’s jaw, down his neck, to his chest. He wanted more, a lot more. Pulling back just enough to break the kiss, he whispered, “How am I doing so far?”
Kyle rubbed his chin, pretending to think. “That was pretty good, but I’m still not completely satisfied.”
He had to smile. “I can’t let one of our best customers leave unsatisfied. We’re all about service here.”
The remark, or maybe his suggestive tone, made Kyle laugh. “Good. Service away.”
After weeks of seeing Kyle at the bakery and thinking about all the things he’d like to do to him, Cory couldn’t believe he was about to get exactly what he’d wanted. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Slipping out of his chair, he pushed the table back and knelt on the floor between Kyle’s legs. Kyle gazed down at him, anticipation and heat in his eyes. Those big hazel eyes widened even further as Cory ran his hands up Kyle’s jean-clad thighs. He kept his hands moving until he hit Kyle’s waistband, where he made quick work of the button and zipper.
The hot, stiff cock that popped out was everything he could have hoped for. He smiled up at Kyle. “Nice.”
The other man might have wanted to reply, but he never got the chance, because Cory took Kyle’s cock into his mouth. He gripped the base of Kyle’s cock with one hand, and used the other to fondle the man’s balls, rolling them gently.
Whimpering, Kyle brought a hand up to twine into his hair. “God, Cory, that’s so good.”
He wanted to make it even better. On each upstroke, he rolled his tongue over the head of Kyle’s dick. Within a couple of minutes Kyle’s hips were rocking up to meet his mouth. He opened his throat as much as he could, welcoming the motion.
The tension in Kyle’s body warned him the man was close. He continued to suck, bobbing faster to drive Kyle over the edge. Kyle moaned. “I’m gonna come.”
He didn’t pull off. Instead, he redoubled his efforts. Kyle’s cock throbbed, and then he was coming. Cory swallowed the bittersweet fluid, sucking until Kyle was completely spent.
Finally he released Kyle’s cock and looked up. The other man was staring down at him through half-closed eyelids. “Wow, Cory. That was…wow.”
He grinned. “I live to serve.”
A slow smile lit Kyle’s face. “And you do it so well.” He reached down to stroke his fingertips over Cory’s swollen lips. “Now it’s my turn. What would you like?”
Oh man. What wouldn’t he like? “I’d really like to fuck you.”
“Do you have a condom?”
This was really going to happen. He nodded. “And lube.” He wasn’t much for random hookups, but he still carried a condom and a small packet of lube in his jacket, just in case. “I’ll go get the stuff.”
Without another word, Kyle stood, pushed his jeans down over his slim hips, and put his palms down on the table. Cory nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight. After a second of staring, he snapped himself out of his trance and jumped up to go grab the condom and lube.
He rushed to the back, grabbed the supplies out of his jacket pocket, and strode back to the table. Kyle stood waiting for him. Over his shoulder, Kyle muttered, “Hurry.”
Cory hurried. He ripped open the tiny pack of lube and slicked up two fingers, pressing them into Kyle’s tight passage. He twisted and scissored them, opening Kyle up as quickly as he could without hurting him. Kyle pushed back toward him, moaning.
God, he wanted to fuck Kyle so badly. “Ready?”
“Yes, now, please.”
The desperation in Kyle’s voice matched his own. He opened the condom packet and sheathed himself, then slowly pushed into Kyle’s body. He was close already. The blow job he’d given, and getting Kyle ready, had put him near the edge. He gripped Kyle’s slim hips and thrust fast and hard. The pleasure of it made his head spin. The only thing that would make it better was if Kyle came again. He reached around and gripped Kyle’s dick, finding it hard again.
“Come with me.” He stroked Kyle in time to his thrusts.
Kyle’s body tightened around him as his lover came into his hand. He cried out as well, his orgasm bursting from him with a force that surprised him. Then he leaned against Kyle’s back, worn out.
A few minutes later, Kyle laughed softly. “I’ve never had better service at a bakery. Or anywhere else, for that matter.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Kyle’s neck. “Good.” He paused for a moment, feeling warm and good and hopeful. “Does that mean you’ll be back for more…donuts?”
Kyle turned his head to smile at him. “I’ll be back for a lot more than that, if you’ll let me.”
His next kiss landed on Kyle’s lips. “I’d like that.”
Kyle’s smile widened. “Why don’t I help you finish up here, and maybe we can go to my place?”
“Great plan.” Cory grinned. He’d never had so much fun after hours. To think he’d been annoyed when Kyle first came in, and now he couldn’t be happier. Next time he saw his brother, he’d be thanking him. Having to work late tonight had turned out to be better than he could have dreamed.
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