I sit down on Carter’s couch with a sigh, and run my fingers through my hair. He’s right I would never push a company like Red Lion without a motive. I should have known Carter would be smart enough to pick that up. Fuck, Wanda. I need to come clean not just for myself, but for Eliza and maybe for Carter too. I take a deep breath. I’m always in control and admitting I’m not sure as hell isn’t easy. As if sensing my discomfort Carter sits down on the couch next to me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. Somehow it makes this easier.

“Wanda’s blackmailing me,” I say. It’s like a weight has been lifted off me and the words hang heavy in the air.

“I knew that bitch had to be mixed up in this shit somehow,” Carter replies. “What does she have on you?”

“My cock in an intern’s mouth,” I say and it’s almost laughable that blowjob would be the thing that could topple my empire.

I look at Carter’s face and can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

“There’s got to be more,” he says.

“An intern who is willing to say I coerced her into sucking my cock,” I exhale and lean back on the couch relieved to have an ally I know I can trust, against Wanda, and I realize that I do trust Carter.

He looks at me, his eyes boring into my mine. “We’ll fix this. We’ll nail that bitch’s ass to the wall for good.”

“I just don’t want Eliza to get caught up in this,” I say.

“It’s a little late for that,” Carter says, but there is no blame or malice behind his words, just a statement of fact.

“I know,” I pause, and think to myself I may as well put it all on the line. “Eliza means everything to me. I’m not going to lose her.”

“We’re not going to lose her,” Carter says resting his hand on my thigh. “I love her too.”

I know he cares about Eliza as much as I do. If it were any other man I’d fight him for her. Hell, I’ve lost count of the times I’ve fought Carter in the boardroom. I respond to him on a visceral level, and he’s always been able to get under my skin. After everything that’s happened between the three of us, Carter is getting under my skin in an entirely different way. Something’s changed between us and I know Carter can sense it too. The warm weight of Carter’s hand on my thigh and the memory of the way he looked with his cock buried in Eliza’s pussy sends the blood rushing to my cock. One look at the bulge in Carter’s pants and the lust in his eyes confirms my suspicions. He wants this just as much as I do.

“You’re not going to lose me either,” Carter says leaning in toward me.

I meet him halfway. Our mouths crash together, Carter's lips parting underneath mine as I grab his shirt and pull him closer to me. The scent of Carter, notes of wood and spice and something else uniquely his, surround me. I savor Carter the same way I would another lover with every one of my senses. I run my tongue along the seam of Carter’s lips and he parts for me enthusiastically. Neither of us is second guessing this. How could we when it feels so right? Hell it feels perfect the same way having our sweet Eliza spread out between us did.

Carter’s hands tangle in my hair and I plunge my tongue deeper into his mouth. Carter kisses like he does everything else, hard and ruthless. I can definitely get on board with that. I like it a little rough and I know Carter does too.

I kiss him, hard and deep like we won’t ever need to breath again. I never thought I would want another man, but fuck I need Carter. Desire surges through my veins for him in a way it has for no man. As always Carter battles me for dominance, his tongue dueling with mine for control until finally the need to breathe wins out and we both pull back flushed and panting.

I yank Carter’s head back and let my teeth and tongue trace the vein pulsing in his neck. He lets out a low moan from deep in his throat and I let my teeth scrape a little bit harder.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“Oh we’ll get to that,” I whisper, my teeth grazing his ear and my cock gets impossibly harder at the thought of Carter’s big cock inside me.

I want him inside of me. I bring my lips back to Carter’s, kissing him deeply once more. It’s all instinct driven by lust and desire setting my every sense aflame. I slide one hand up Carter’s thigh not stopping until I reach the hard bulge in his pants. I yank down Carter’s zipper.

“I fucking want you,” I breathe, “and you want me too.” I say trailing my hand over the hard length of Carter’s cock. Slowly, and teasingly stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs just enough friction to be a tease. I force myself to keep the pace of my strokes a slow tease, enjoying the feeling of Carter’s cock growing harder in my hand.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “I need you.”

Hearing those words fall from Carter’s kiss-swollen mouth makes my cock twitch in my pants. Carter pushes me back against the couch and straddles me rubbing our cocks together. We both groan—fuck if it doesn’t feel amazing. I reach down to pull down Carter’s boxer briefs, just as he reaches for my belt. The only sound in the office is the sound of our breath and the metallic slide of zippers being pulled down.

I lift my hips with Carter still straddling them and he yanks my pants and boxer briefs down … my cock finally springs free. Carter wraps his hand around it letting his thumb graze the head of it. I push my hips up, trying to force him to move his hand faster, but Carter pulls back. Of course he’s a fucking tease.

I slip his boxer briefs down to just beneath his ass. His cock is not only rock hard, it's leaking precum. I slide my fingers through the liquid pooling at the head of his cock and watch as his eyes light up with desire as I spread his precum over my cock. I then bring those fingers to my lips, licking them and getting my first taste of Carter. Carter surges forward and our lips meet again. His hands tangle in my hair as our erect cocks slide against each other. Desire shoots through my veins and I grab his hips with my strong fingers digging into hard, sculpted muscle. I thrust my hips, and the friction is just right, and so fucking good. Carter matches my rhythm and we thrust against each other. His forehead presses against mine, and our pace becomes more frantic. Carter bites down on my lower lip, and I dig my fingers into his flesh so deeply I know there will be a bruise. Both of our cocks are slick and shiny, covered with our precum. Our pace is becoming frenzied and I can hear that telltale stutter in Carter’s breath and feel the heat pooling at the base of my own spine and shooting through my veins.

“Fuck. Derek I’m coming,” Carter gasps, shooting long ropes of thick white cum between us.

I thrust once more and my own load of white hot cum arcs between us, some of it landing on Carter’s lower lip. He gives me a wicked grin before opening his mouth and slowly licking it off his lips. Just the sight of Carter licking up my cum has my still spasming cock twitching again. I can’t get enough of him.

“You know this isn’t even close to over,” I say.

“Not even close,” Carter replies standing up.

He leans back unbuttoning his shirt exposing the hard chiseled planes of his chest and abs. I lean back and admire a body as sculpted as my own. Carter stands up kicking off his shoes and removing the rest of his clothes. God Carter is fucking hot. Seeing him standing naked before me stirs more than lust in me. I strip off my own shirt and kick off my shoes. Carter grabs my pants and pulls them and my boxer briefs off in one smooth motion.

He watches as his eyes roam possessively over my body. I lean back spreading my legs, the weight of his gaze sending fresh waves of desire crawling through my veins.

“Tell me what you want,” Carter says, his voice deepened by desire.

“I want my cock in your mouth. I want you to suck me off. I want to watch you swallow cum, and then I want you inside me,” I say, watching Carter’s cock grow harder with my every word.

“Fuck yes,” Carter growls closing the space between us and sitting back on the couch. He finds my mouth again and our tongues dance together in a frenzy of long denied desire. Our hands everywhere slipping on sweat slick skin as we explore every inch of one another’s body. Carter's hands and lips move down my body sending white-hot desire coursing through my veins.

Finally, he slides from the couch and kneels between my legs with raw, unbridled want in his eyes as he lowers his lips to my cock.

My cock begins to harden as I watch Carter's tongue lapping up every drop of cum coating my dick. By the time he's done I'm fully erect and his fingers curl around me and begin to stroke my cock slick with his spit and the remnants of our cum. He flicks his tongues across the head of my cock.

“Think you can handle it?” I ask, teasing him.

“Derek, I can handle everything you’ve got,” Carter says before lowering his mouth onto my cock.

Carter’s lips part and his tongue darts out licking the head of my cock. His tongue licks slow teasing circles around the head of my cock, that set my body on fire and make my heart beat faster. Slowly the tip of his tongue licks the length of my 12 hard inches from the tip to the base, and back up again before sucking the head into his mouth. He teases me with the quick flick of his tongue before licking the length of me once more. This time his lips linger at the base of my cock, opening and sucking first one, and then both of my balls into his mouth. My hands tangle in his hair as he presses his tongue against them sucking before slowly releasing them from the wet heat of his mouth, slippery and shiny with his spit.

His tongue slides back up my shaft and he sucks my head into his mouth. I thrust up into the tight wet heat of Carter's mouth and he doesn't miss a beat, and just takes it.

“Fucking perfect,” I groan as his fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise. This sends another unexpected jolt of desire through my body. It’s incredibly arousing to be with someone who is just as physically powerful as I am.

Carter keeps sucking me down until his lips are at the base of my cock. Carter starts bobbing his head up and down matching the rhythm of my thrusts. I tangle my hands in his hair and groan. Carter knows exactly what to do. I guess that's yet another benefit of fucking another guy.

Fuck, his mouth feels incredible and I'm consumed by the raw white-hot need that’s slithering through my veins, because this thing between us. The push and the pull, the fighting for control has reached its apex, and I realize Carter was as inevitable as Eliza. I tangle my hands in his hair and push my cock deeper into his mouth.

Carter just moans around my cock and I look down and see he's as hard as I am stroking his own cock, and something about Carter getting off on sucking my cock turns everything up to one hundred. It's too good and too much, and I want to see my cum spilling from the corners of Carter's gorgeous mouth. I want to watch him swallow my load. With the hand that's not jerking his cock, Carter slides a finger slowly between my cheeks. I know exactly what he has in mind. I lift my hips as he pushes a spit-slick finger inside of my ass. He slowly pushes it in and out of my hole.

“Fuck Carter come on you know I can take more than that,” I say, the challenge clear in my voice.

“Tell me what you want Derek,” Carter says, adding another finger to my ass and wrapping his lips around my cock once more.

“Fuck,” I say, “I want you to fuck me, but first I want to see you swallow my load.”

Carter moans around my cock. The vibrations shooting fresh waves of pleasure through me and leaving me speechless and breathing hard. Carter works my cock to perfection, and returns, keeping both of us strung out on the edge of desire for what feels like an eternity. Carter’s mouth is wicked. It’s like he’s sucking every coherent thought I’ve ever had out through my cock. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of Carter’s lips is going to be burned into my mind forever.

I give into the urge to thrust into the tight wet heat of Carter's mouth. It feels amazing. My hips thrust up, and he swallows me down, not missing a beat, adjusting perfectly to the rhythm I'm setting. I honestly never thought I'd ever have my cock in another man’s mouth and certainly not Carter's, but something about this just feels right. I wouldn't do this with any other man. Carter's mouth is amazing. Hot and wet and somehow the occasional rasp of stubble against my thigh makes it better. Who would've thought? Certainly not me.

Carter's mouth is doing incredible wicked dirty things to my cock. His head bobbing faster now. His tongue flicking over the head on every upstroke. Hot sparks are skittering under my skin, lighting up my nerve endings. I can feel the beginning of what I know is going to be a truly spectacular orgasm, even by my standards, building at the base of my spine. The pleasure is white hot and liquid slithering through my body like something almost tangible. I feel the pressure building. The creep of tension into my muscles that means my body is on the brink of an explosion.

Hot flames of pleasure lick at my nerves and I know I'm close. Carter can clearly sense it too. His fingers wrap around my cock, quick firm strokes that leave me gasping for air. The head of my cock is still in his mouth and his tongue is twirling circles around the head. I feel the pleasure coursing through my veins reaching its peak.

"Carter. I'm going to cum. Fuck," I say between clenched teeth.

My cock twitches in Carter's hand and my hips jerk up.

"Fuck!" I shout.

I feel my cock spasm as the first long jets of cum shoot from my cock. My creamy seed fills Carter's mouth, running from the corners of his lips before he pulls his mouth off of my cock, swallowing it down just as another jet of my seed arcs from my cock and splashes across his chin and chest. Carter strokes my cock faster, forgetting about his own cock for the moment as my cock paints his face and chest with another load.

"Fuck," I say, sinking back into the couch as Carter drags his fingers through the mess on his chest and brings those sticky fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. I reach for Carter and pull him onto the couch beside me.

I take his hand, bringing those long thick fingers to my lips. They're sticky with my cum and Carter's saliva. Looking into Carter's eyes, I very slowly wrap my tongue around each one, sucking it between my lips. Tasting myself on Carter's skin. It's incredibly arousing and I can already feel my cock starting to twitch with renewed arousal. I grab Carter's chin and pull his face closer to mine.

"Do you know how hot you look with your face covered in my seed?" I say, leaning in to lick along his jawline, tasting the cum that's dripping from his chin.

"About as hot as you're going to look with my cock in your ass Derek," he replies.

A fresh wave of arousal shoots through me. I press my lips against Carter's and his tongue eagerly finds it way into my mouth, collecting the cum I've licked from his face, the taste of me mingling with the taste of him. It's fucking hotter than hell. I can feel Carter's still hard cock pressing against my leg as I pull him closer, his tongue going deeper into my mouth, like he wants every drop of me. Well I want every bit of Carter too.

Carter's cock is still hard and I reach down between us curling my fingers round his diamond-hard cock, and stroking the length of it. Carter throws his head back and closes his eyes, thrusting his hips up into my hand. Fuck yes. I want this; I want to take Carter apart to see him lose control because of me, because of what I'd doing to him.

I have Carter's pleasure quite literally in the palm of my hand. Carter's cock is leaking precum and I swipe my finger through the liquid dripping from the head of his cock and smear it down the length of his shaft.

"You like the way my hand feels around you don't you Carter?"

"Fuck yes," he says, his hips thrusting up again, and fucking my fist.

“Yeah,” I say, encouraging him, my voice rough with desire. “Just like that.”

I’m timing my strokes to match the pace of his hips. I'm looking directly into Carter's eyes, watching them darken with pleasure, listening as breath hitches in his chest and his muscles tense up. I know I'm the only man who is ever going to see Carter like this completely lost to pleasure. Watching him lose it just for me cumming in long thick ropes that cover my hand and his chest, our cum mingling together on his body. Carter sprawled out on the couch in his office covered in both of our jizz, is probably one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

I bring my cum-covered hand to my mouth and lick.

"I hope you can handle another round," I say

"Oh Derek, when your ass is on the table I'm always up for another round," Carter says getting up and strolling across the office to his desk. I'd be lying if I said I don't take the opportunity to admire the play of muscles beneath his skin as he moves across the room. Carter's a damned near a perfect specimen of male anatomy. His body is beautiful, and almost as beautiful as mine.

He comes back with a small bottle of lube in his hand. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who occasionally gets the urge to mix business with pleasure.

"You have anything else interesting in that desk, Carter?"

Carter gives a smirk that even I think is filthy.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

He says this, kneeling between my muscular thighs, and tossing the lube onto the couch beside me. I wonder idly if he fucked Eliza here. The thought of him bending her over this couch or maybe fucking her over his desk has me rock hard again in an instant. There's something about the two of them—Carter and Eliza—something more than physical, about the way they get to me.

Carter grabs my hand, scooping up the cum still remaining on it, coating his fingers with it before he pushes my thighs further apart. He presses two fingers inside me and I throw my head back. The moan that escapes my lips is cut off by Carter lunging up, and pressing his lips against mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth in the rhythm that his fingers are pushing into my ass. It's good, but it's not enough, not nearly enough for me. I pull back and look at Carter. He's as hard as I am now.

"Come on Carter," I say, and he crooks his fingers just right, and they brush against my prostate.

I gasp loudly as my fingers dig into his biceps, and for once I don't have to worry that someone will get hurt. I know Carter can take it. Carter's teasing me with the promise of a third finger circling the rim of my asshole before pushing in, opening me up stretching me for his cock bit by bit until I'm rocking down onto his hand and demanding more … much more. I wanted this but I didn't think it would feel this good when I look at Carter, look into his eyes. He's looking at me like he didn't know it would be this good either, like he needs this just as badly as I do.

Maybe this is what everything between Carter and I has been about. The fighting and the rivalries, the one-upmanship, all just a complex form of denial, all just a way of working around what we really needed. Possibly that’s what Eliza saw in the tension between us, why she had to have us both. Maybe Eliza saw this coming. Maybe she’s smarter than either of us think. It feels like every fight, every jab, both verbal and physical, was about Carter and I getting to this point, about giving in to something neither us ever knew we needed. Carter’s fingers are still pumping in and out of me at a rapid pace that has my cock hard and dripping all over the expensive leather of Carter’s couch. Carter’s hard and leaking too. I don’t think either of us can wait much longer.

“Fuck Carter, come on, I’m ready.”

Carter pulls his fingers from my ass and I turn my back to Carter, kneeling up on the couch. Carter moves behind me and I wait. I look over my shoulder, and Carter’s looking down at my ass licking his lips. Carter places one hand on my hip, the blunt fingers digging into muscle and flesh, deep enough to bruise. My heart pounds in my chest. Every single muscle in my body is taught with the sweet tension of anticipation.

I know Carter and I are about to cross a line and once we do, we can never go back to being just enemies or rivals, or whatever it was before. Everything that’s already happened can be written off as the heat of the moment, as stress relief, as two guys blowing off tension while getting each other off. Not this, fucking is deliberate, you have to want it, and right now I need it. I look back over my shoulder, and one look at Carter tells me his thoughts are the same as the ones running through my mind. Carter’s fingers tighten on my hip as a barely perceptible gesture.

“You know there’s no going back from this,” he says.

“I know,” I say simply. “I don’t intend on going back.” And it’s as honest as I’ve been with anyone, and as honest as I can be with either of us.

Apparently, my answer is enough to satisfy Carter, because he reaches for the bottle of lube he’s tossed on the couch earlier. I watch as he flips open the cap and starts dripping the slippery clear liquid along the long length of his cock. Then he wraps his hand around my dripping cock, stroking the length of it, throwing back his head moaning. A fire of lust rips through my mind, obliterating everything that isn’t Carter and I in this room right now. I can’t wait any longer. I reach back, grabbing Carter’s muscled thigh.

“Carter, fuck me now,” I say, my voice dark with desire and demand.

Carter’s only answer is to the slide his cock between my cheeks, and not inside me yet. Not inside me yet, the head of his cock just brushes my hole, a promise and tease and a dare all at once. Carter does this a few more times, just the slick, slow slide of his cock over my hole before I reach back and grab his cock lining him up to enter me. I give Carter’s a cock a squeeze that tells him I’m done waiting.

The head of Carter’s cock pushes inside of me and it’s a slow stretch and burn. It’s too good and too much and not enough all at once.

“More,” I demand, “Come on Carter, you know I can take it.”

Carter’s fingers grip my hips, and he slams the full length of his cock into me. His strokes are hard and deep, and merciless. Just the way I want it. Just the way I need it. Out of pure animal instinct and desire my body tightens around him as he drags his huge cock back out of me and slams it into me again.

"Derek," I hear Carter moan my name and something about the way it sounds coming out of Carter's mouth sets my soul on fire.

My fingers dig into the leather of the couch. I’m gripping it white knuckle tight as I slam my hips back against Carter, trying to drive his cock in even deeper. My body is taken over by want and need, beyond my control to match the intense rhythm Carter has set for us. I rock back meeting each and every one of Carter's hard thrusts. The office is filled with nothing but the sounds of our sweat, slick bodies colliding over and over again. Carter's hand comes up to my shoulder pulling my back against his chest, and driving his cock deeper into me. His chest is a hot solid weight against my back and I swear I feel the pounding of his heart matching the beat of my own.

My cock is already impossibly hard, when Carter's long fingers wrap around it.

"Are you close? he asks, panting breath hot against my ear.

"Yes," I say, slamming myself down on that huge hard cock.

"So am I."

"Together?" I ask

"Together," Carter breathes, nipping at my ear.

Carter tilts his hips and now every stroke is dragging against my prostate, sending sparks of electric pleasure down my spine. I squeeze around him and Carter growls my name low and dirty. That's a sound I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing.

Carter's hand is making quick firm strokes along the length of my cock. It's too damn good for either of us to last much longer. I can hear Carter's breath going ragged in my ear, feeling his thrusts becoming faster, harder, frenzied just like the hand on my cock.

I feel the white hot pleasure building and then Carter's cock twitches inside me. There is an explosion of warm wetness inside of me as Carter screams my name. My hand joins Carter's on my cock, stroking ruthlessly hard and fast as Carter fills me with his cum. My orgasm slams into me like a freight train. Long white jets of cum spurt from my cock, splattering my chest and stomach and spraying the black leather couch.

Carter's cock slips from my ass and I can feel the cum sliding down my thighs, as I sit down on the couch. Carter goes to his knees in front of me again. The muscles in his biceps flexing as he grabs my thighs dragging me forward on the edge of the couch. I know exactly what Carter is thinking; I lift my legs over his shoulders to give him better access. Carter doesn't waste a minute, his tongue darting out to collect the cum covering my thighs. He licks a wet stripe up my thigh pausing before licking the cum dripping from my asshole. It's filthy and decadent and perfect. Carter's hot broad tongue, those full lips licking and broad wet stripe up the crack of my ass. I can feel the saliva dripping down mixing with the loads of cum already there. Carter's tongue darts out swirling around my hole dragging along my rim nipping at the thin skin there with his teeth. Then his tongue plunges inside me stealing my breath as he sucks the cum from my ass. His finger reaches up, spreading my cheeks wider as Carter's tongue pushes deep inside, licking up every single drop of the huge load he'd just shot inside of me.

Carter stands up in front of me. I reach out, pull him closer and he straddles my lap kissing me. This time we don’t battle for dominance. We meet each other as two equals exchanging pleasure. I reach between us dragging my finger through the cum clinging to both our cocks. I bring my cum-coated fingers between our lips. I pull back, sucking them, tasting myself and Carter mixed together. Carter can’t take his eyes off of my mouth as I lick those fingers clean. Carter growls low in his throat and his hand comes up, thumb stroking along my jawline, long fingers curling around my neck. I tilt my head back and Carter’s mouth comes crashing against mine. His tongue chasing the flavor of us around my mouth. We kiss until we’re breathless and, when we pull back, we simply stare into each other’s eyes as if we’re truly seeing one another for the first time.

“We should've figured this out years ago,” Carter says, his forehead resting against mine.

“What? That fucking is better than fighting?” I reply.

“That we’re better together,” Carter says.

“ You’re right,” I say, “better late than never I suppose.”

“True. We’ve figured out us, and now we’ll figure out what to do about that bitch Wanda,” Carter says.

I smile a genuine smile for the first time in weeks.