Chapter Twenty-Seven

Getting naked in Noah’s office was a strange and exciting experience. Even though he knew the door was locked, the different surroundings made it feel like somebody could walk in on them at any moment. Jordan wasn’t proud of it, and he didn’t usually consider himself a proponent for voyeurism, but the idea was turning him on quite a bit.

Jordan took his time undressing, pausing between each button or zipper to give a little gyration or sultry smirk, and Noah was eating it right up, watching him with rapt attention and leaving his own clothes untouched.

“Enjoying the show?” Jordan asked, letting his button-down slide off his shoulders and down to the floor.

Noah’s eyes followed the garment before returning to Jordan’s face. His tongue darted out from between his lips. He nodded his head.

“I’d enjoy it more if you weren’t so far away.”

Jordan took a step forward and slipped his hand under Noah’s shirt.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much better.”

Noah reached down and pressed into the bulge forming in Jordan’s pants. Jordan leaned into the touch and brought his fingers up to toy with Noah’s nipples. Noah gasped, and his nostrils flared. Jordan peeled the shirt off him and tossed it onto the floor. Then he licked his way up the side of Noah’s bare chest and started sucking a bruise onto the side of his neck, careful to focus his attention on the spot that fell just under his collar. Jordan liked the thought of Noah sporting a mark of his that only the two of them knew was there. A little reminder of the debauchery that was about to ensue.

Noah moaned and let his head fall back. Jordan buried his face in the crook of his neck and hummed his approval. Noah increased the pressure of his palm against Jordan’s tented pants, making him squirm. Jordan started grinding desperately against his boyfriend’s hand.

Finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, Jordan took a step back and slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles, allowing his erection to spring free. Jordan carefully stepped out of his pants and underwear. When he looked up, he saw that Noah was doing the same. Jordan resisted the urge to touch himself and pressed their bodies together. Chest to chest. Dick to dick.

Noah’s skin was soft and warm, his hands firm and decisive as they traveled up his sides and down to his ass. Noah got a nice, sturdy grip of the curvature and then, without warning, hoisted Jordan into the air. Jordan made a noise that was halfway between a gasp and a whine and wrapped his legs around Noah’s torso. He carried Jordan over to his desk and sat him on top of it as if he weighed no more than an average, run of the mill rag doll.

Noah leaned in and sucked on Jordan’s earlobe for a bit. Then he gently pried Jordan’s legs off him so he could stroke his inner thighs with his fingertips. Jordan shivered. He wanted Noah to fuck him, but since they were locked in the office without lube, that idea was going to have to wait. Still, that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a little bit of fun.

Noah crouched down in front of him and spread Jordan’s legs out as far as they could go. His cock twitched against his stomach. Being sprawled out like this on Noah’s workspace felt dirty and delicious. He wondered if this was something Noah ever fantasized about while he was locked up here alone for hours on end trying to get work done. If he hadn’t, Jordan had the sneaking suspicion that he was going to now.

Dumbly, Jordan expected this to feel the same as the last couple of times they’d fooled around like this, but no. Noah wasn’t kidding when he said this was a celebration. Tonight, he was bringing out the big guns. He didn’t just take him into his mouth, he forced Jordan’s cock all the way down his throat. Jordan arched his back and whispered Noah’s name in reverence. Noah hummed appreciatively and nuzzled against Jordan’s balls with a faint gagging motion. He gripped the edge of the desk with one hand to keep himself upright and tightened the other in Noah’s hair.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he hissed, hoping against all hopes that Lucy was still downstairs listening to her music.

Noah pulled off him long enough to give Jordan permission to throat fuck him.

“Be as rough as you want,” he said. “I’ll squeeze your thighs if I can’t take it.”

Jordan didn’t have to be asked twice. He kept his hand lightly pressed into the back of Noah’s neck and used it to guide his head down onto his throbbing cock and he snapped his hips upward to meet him. Noah was taking it like a champ. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying this. That was what finally pushed him over the edge.

Jordan’s hips flexed, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep his keening wail from escaping. His whole body was shaking, causing the computer and everything else on the desk to rattle. Jordan looked down at Noah. The older man sank lower and looked up at him with lustful, dilated eyes. Jordan could not hold back anymore. He shot his load into the back of Noah’s throat with a grunt. Noah swallowed his cum with no hesitation and pulled off him. They were both breathing hard.

“You okay?” Jordan asked, running his finger up the side of Noah’s throat.

Noah gave an enthusiastic nod. His face was red, and so was the crown of his pretty cock.

“Do you want me to…”

“No,” he said and then bit his lip, reconsidering. “I mean yes, but not like that. I uh, I was actually hoping you’d use your hands.”

“My hands?”

Jordan looked down at them, confused. He’d heard of people having hand kinks before, but this was the first time Noah had ever brought it up.

“Yeah,” he said. “If you don’t mind.”

Jordan didn't mind. He didn’t mind at all. He re-positioned himself on the desk, took hold of Noah’s cock and slid his hand up and down, pausing at the top to run his thumb over the tip. Noah hissed and scrambled to get a hold of the younger man’s knobby shoulders. Jordan tried to go slow, to make it last for him, but Noah was already too far over the edge. He thrusted into Jordan’s fist once, twice, three times and then spilled into his cupped palm with a groan.

“Sorry about that,” Noah said afterward, indicating the mess in his hand.

That was another disadvantage of having sex in less conventional places; the cleanup. Jordan poked his head out of the office and looked both ways before running into Noah’s bedroom and washing off in the bathroom sink. Noah trailed after him, giggling and teasing him all the way.

Luckily, Jordan was too happy to care.