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Oliver could barely breathe. The feeling of Drake’s fingers still pressing lightly against his hole, waiting expectantly for consent to do more, was enough to tip Oliver over the edge.

“I’m not brushing you off, Drake. Trust me. It’s just I’m . . .”

He couldn’t bring himself to tell Drake that he was so horny and so close to the edge that he was terrified of blowing his load in the next few seconds.

“So, you do want me?” Drake said in barely a whisper, his lips brushing the edge of Oliver’s ear.

It was now or never.

Oliver could lie and tell Drake where to go, or he could allow himself to be humiliated in front of his insanely sexy boss that he’d lusted over since they’d first met.

“Yes,” Oliver said quietly.

Drake growled. “Just as I thought.”

Without another word, Drake gripped the loose material at the back of Oliver’s ripped pants and tore them wide open, the rip extending to the outer seams.

“Fuck,” Oliver gasped, his cock throbbing.

“Good boy,” Drake chuckled at the sight of Oliver pushing his ass out further.

Drake slapped Oliver’s exposed cheeks, before dropping to his knees once again and kissing his way across Oliver’s firm bubble butt.

Oliver’s moans filled the room as Drake brushed the line of the thong between Oliver’s cheeks. With his hands resting on Oliver’s thighs, Drake pushed his tongue along the side of the thong, teasing the sensitive skin around Oliver’s hole.

“Oh,” Oliver gasped, his cock twitching uncontrollably.

“These need to go,” Drake growled again before yanking the waistband of Oliver’s pants until they ripped apart and the shredded material dropped to his ankles.

With easier access, Drake ran his fingers all over Oliver’s muscled thighs, before burying his face between Oliver’s cheeks, slowly licking, and nibbling his away along the line of the thong. He knew he was teasing Oliver, but he knew how hard Oliver was, and Drake wanted to see how fast he could make him blow his load.

After sucking on a finger, Drake lifted the thong away from Oliver’s hole and gently breathed across the wet skin. Oliver’s hole was tight and pink, twitching with every breath and every lick from Drake.

“I think someone’s wanted this for a while,” Drake said with a grin as he slid a hand between Oliver’s thighs and gripped his throbbing bulge.

“No, stop!” Oliver yelped, spinning around and then stumbling over the pants around his ankles.

Drake jumped to his feet and grabbed Oliver by the shoulders to stop him from falling face first on to the office floor.

With a smug, satisfied smile, Drake looked down the line of Oliver’s body. Without the suit pants to hide it, Drake had a clear view of the sticky, wet, silk thong. Oliver’s cock was tenting the material so much that the waistband had pulled away from his body, giving Drake a teasing peek at Oliver’s trimmed pubes and the base of his thick cock.

“What’s the matter, Oliver?” Drake said as he ran his hands down Oliver’s sides to his waist. “Worried that you might finish a little too soon?”

The blush on Oliver’s face made Drake’s dick twitch in the tight confines of his own pants and all he could imagine was getting Oliver’s blushing face wrapped around his cock.

Oliver shook his head, unable to even speak, the muscles in his body tensed in a desperate attempt to hold off his orgasm.

Knowing that he was close to achieving his goal, Drake decided that he’d waited more than enough time to do what he’d wanted to do since he’d hired Oliver. Leaning forward, he placed his lips on Oliver’s and gently kissed him. The slightest touch made Oliver’s lips part and he made a sound that was half moan and half whimper.

“Drake, please,” Oliver whispered.

“Please what?” Drake said between kisses, his tented suit bulge brushing against Oliver’s thong bulge.

“Please stop. I don’t want to . . .”

Oliver’s protests fell on deaf ears and Drake merely growled low in his throat, intensifying their kiss before finally sliding a hand down Oliver’s chest and stomach. Drake grabbed a hold of Oliver’s cock through the damp sticky silk of his thong, and that was all it took.

Oliver threw his head back and moaned as his cock exploded inside the tight confines of the thong. Ropes of hot cum burst through the silk fabric, spattering against Drake’s navy suit pants, whilst some drops rained down on to the polished leather of his shoes.

“Oh fuck . . . Drake . . .” Oliver moaned further as Drake continued to milk his cock. “I can’t believe . . . I just . . . fuck . . .”

Before Drake could respond, his office door flew open!

Oliver and Drake turned in unison to see one of the guys from accounting who’d been in the hallway when Oliver had ripped his pants.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he yelled.

Oliver couldn’t believe it. He’d ripped his pants, blown his load inside his slutty thong and now he’d been caught in a more than compromising position with his boss. What the fuck were they going to do?