CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Tate

Alady I'd never met was blathering on about her husband and how he worked too much. "Yeah, but he just bid on a… won you a…" My mind went blank. What had he bid on? "Oh yeah," I squealed, probably too gay for a stuffy event like the one I was at. "A trip to Fuh-udgy!" I exclaimed. Was I slurring my words? I'd meant Fiji and began laughing hysterically at my mistake, turning to Alec. "She's going to Fudgie," I said, giggling.

"And it looks like we'll be going home," he replied.

"What?" I complained, pointing toward a Porsche SUV in the middle of the large banquet room. "Bid on that for me. I might be nice if you do?" I slurred.

Alec turned to the lady next to me. "Someone forgot to eat before imbibing," he said.

I protested. "Someone didn't want me to. Thinks I'll get drunk and be more fun," I quipped.

"Excuse us," Alec said, smiling at her, then grabbing my elbow and assisting me to my feet. "How about we get you some food, Tate?"

"How ‘bout not?"

Surprisingly, and with me having no idea how it happened, I was at Alec's townhouse. "Why'd we come here?" I sassed, looking around, motioning my hand in the air.

"You were in no condition to drive, kiddo. And I want to keep you safe," he said.

His kind words and soothing voice sounded appealing to my half-lit state of mind. I wandered around his living room, picking things up, examining them, and commenting on their beauty, before moving to the next thing I could grasp.

"You got some nice shit, boss man."

Alec came to my side and took a glass vase from my hands. "There we go," he said, returning the vase to the table. He pulled me to face him and held my arms. "You're cute when you've had a drink or three."

I grinned like he'd just announced me Miss Universe. "Why thank you, mister man. And you are very handsome in your tux." I reached for his bow tie and he intercepted my hand, moving it to the front of his pants. "Well, what do we have here?" I slurred.

"This is what you do to me, Tate."

"Well, I sure seem to do something to you," I agreed, moving my eyes back to his.

I was drunk. I knew that much, but I felt that I still had some control. Alec moved his hands to my tie and undid it, tossing the silk piece on his couch. Then he opened my tux jacket and slid me out of it as if he were a magician. Before I knew it, he was pushing me backward, toward the couch, my pants falling to my ankles.

"Here you go," he whispered, helping me to sit back, removing my pants before I even noticed.

"I don't think so, boss man," I sing-songed. "You better stop that. You won't be able to bury me in the records department."

He kneeled between my knees, pushing them apart. "Shush and relax, gorgeous," he cooed. "Alec just wants a little taste. That'd be okay, dontcha think?" he purred, sliding his hand through the slit in my boxers. I'm not sure when it happened, but I was rock hard. "Look at this big fella. You're bigger than I imagined."

"Everyone says that," I agreed. "It's a mouthful, they say," I joked, wondering why the room was spinning. I closed my eyes.

He tapped my hips. "Lift up, baby."

"Why?" I asked, opening my eyes and finding his head in my lap. "What are you doing, bossy boss?"

"Lift up and I'll show you." For some reason—well, maybe a booze reason—I did as he told me, and he slid my boxers down. My erect cock bounced free and hit him on the chin. "There it is." He grinned, raising his eyebrows, his request as clear as day.

"I wouldn't do that," I teased. "My wiener hasn't had any action in a very long time."

I spoke the words, but my wide-open legs betrayed any sensibilities. A warm mouth, inches away from swallowing my cock, was more than my diminished resistance could fight off.

"How about a little nibble and then we'll see what you think?" he asked, removing his jacket and shirt. He stood and stepped out of his slacks. "See what you do to me, baby?" He pulled his briefs down and showed me his dick.

"That's big," I declared, announcing it like one would the arrival of a stuffed turkey to the Thanksgiving dinner table.

"Yes," he agreed. "But tonight is all about you, baby."

His use of the word baby was a bit creepy. I wasn't his baby. What I was, was horny, and couldn't I worry about nicknames tomorrow?

"Maybe I'll let you have just a little taste," I offered, gripping my cock and pointing it at him. "As long as we agree, it's our little secret," I added, grinning like a sailor.

The battle waging in my muddled mind was bothersome. I was horny, but my brain kept warning me I was in some sort of danger. The choices didn't make sense to me. Why not let him blow me? I'd remind him it was a one-time thing, and then we'd get back to being boss and employee. That'd be okay. He'd understand.

"That's a good boy," he said, tilting my cock to his mouth and grinning. He licked the shaft before he swirled his tongue over the swollen tip.

His warm mouth felt amazing. I sunk into the soft leather of the couch and grabbed the sides of his head, bringing him over me. "We shouldn't be doin…" I began, moaning before I could finish my thought. My cock liked this. A lot. "Fuuucccckkkk," I groaned. "All the way down your throaty-throat, boss man."

Alec had my entire dick down his throat and then bobbed up and down like a sword swallower. My cock was not average by a long shot, but he showed no signs of a gag reflex. I gripped the back of his head and forced him down my shaft, holding him there for a few seconds. He gasped for breath, so I released him.

"I fucking love that," he growled, swiping at his mouth when he disengaged. "You're nastier than I thought, baby."

"You done yakking, boss?" I growled. "Suck it!"

Alec had me back in his mouth in a flash. I glanced down and saw that he had his dick out and was jacking off. The entire scene was filthy, and I should have heeded the million alarm bells ringing in my head, but a very talented cock sucker was between my legs. I was just a guy, and it had been far too long.

I maintained a firm grip on the back of his head and face-fucked him, lifting my hips off the leather and meeting him with force. The more I abused him with my thrusts, the more thrilled he seemed to be, moaning and slobbering like the champ he was.

Big fucking mistake, Tate.Closing my mind off to the warnings was becoming impossible. Who cares? He's just a cock sucker. None of this matters. I focused on the incredible feeling, thrilled I was three sheets to the wind and would last much longer than usual. He could take all night as far as I was concerned. Remember what Tyler told you. This is a mistake. Who said common sense was fun? I'll deal with it tomorrow.

"Yeessss!" I moaned, gripping his shoulder while one hand controlled the back of his head. "Suck my dick, fucker!"

Maybe I'd underestimated Alec as possible date potential. Obviously, he could suck a watermelon through a straw. A talent I could appreciate. Luke didn't want to have sex with me. That's what he said. There you go, Tate. Lie to yourself. Blame Luke.

"Get ready," I growled, lifting off the couch, my feet on the floor, supporting the arch of my back, and still face fucking him hard. My need to shoot my load was intense. Any caution warnings knocking on my door just got warehoused.

Alec moaned loudly just as his own ejaculation happened, but he remained focused on mine, working my cock relentlessly as my body stiffened, the first warning that I was nearing an orgasm.

I sat up, repositioning Alec directly over my lap so I could use his head as a fuck hole, pounding my cock into his mouth. Relief was close. Goddamn! This felt good. Worry about it tomorrow, Tate. Right now it's go-time.

"Fuuucccckkkk!" I roared, convulsing as my load blasted from my nuts, jetting up my shaft before spilling into his waiting mouth. "That's fucking it, boy! Suck that cock! Fuuucccckkkk!" I growled one final time, relaxing back on the couch.

You are so fucked now, Tate.

A gentle nudge woke me. The urge to hurl was strong, so I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, fighting the nausea. Another nudge.

"Good morning, sunshine." I cracked one eye open and looked at who was talking to me. "There he is," Alec said, holding a glass of fizzy water. "Drink this, baby. You'll feel so much better."

Hearing the word baby woke my memory up real quick. "What time is it?" I asked, sniffing the contents of the glass he handed me. My nose involuntarily scrunched up. "Eewwww. What is this?"

"It's eight, and that is my famous hangover concoction," he answered. "How'd you sleep?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "Like a log?"

Alec took the glass back and sat it on the coffee table. "Be sure to drink all of that," he said, motioning to his witch's brew. "I've laid clothes out for you on my bed. We're basically the same size, so you can wear my clothes to the office today."

"I'm going home," I corrected, attempting to sit up before vertigo introduced itself. "Ugh," I moaned, leaning back again. "Eventually, that is."

"Fun night, huh?" Alec stated. "One of us enjoyed the open bar." He pointed to the glass again. "Drink it. Trust me."

He left the room and headed down the hallway behind me. I felt like absolute shit. The three-piece tux I'd worn the night before was forming a trail of instant regret across the floor. Ending with the slacks still arranged on the floor like I'd stepped right out of them.

Stepped right out of them?"Oh, Jesus!" I muttered. I looked under the blanket covering me. I was butt naked. My boxers were hanging from a side chair a few feet away.

"You'll stay home today, baby," he yelled from somewhere behind me. "Don't worry. I'm the boss. No need to call in."

It was at that precise moment that the prior evening came flooding back. Every single scene. My boxers still hung five feet away. Taunting me. We warned you.