At Long Last

knew it had to be Scott and he'd been unable to resist coming over. Then to see Scott sitting on his desk, leaning his head back, eyes closed--
    Preston was hardly the impulsive sort. Never had been and never would be probably. But he didn't think he wanted to simply pretend Scott kissed him and then simply walk away.
    It would have been easier and would even make more sense, Preston supposed.
    "No, I...wait." Preston stepped close to Scott once more, until there was no space between them and Scott's thighs pressed into his legs. He placed his hand on the back of Scott's head, feeling the softness of his hair, and titled it up at the same time he lowered his.
    The kiss was slow but without the earlier hesitation. Scott's lips softened under his. Preston slipped his tongue past the slight opening of the other man's lips, grazing his teeth, searching for the warmth of Scott's tongue.
    The same sexy growl from before rose in Scott's throat and he reached around to grasp Preston's ass cheeks, his strong fingers pressing in, gripping through the material.
    Preston's cock was so hard he thought for just a moment it really would rip through his briefs. He needed relief. Had to have it. Grabbing the hands kneading his ass, he brought them to the crotch of his pants, and urged Scott to squeeze him.
    Scott obliged, cupping him there, but then his fingers moved to the zipper of Preston's slacks. With aching, agonizing slowness, Scott slid down the zipper. Preston shook with need, his mouth continuing to plunder Scott's.
    Scott slipped his hand inside Preston's pants, then inched the briefs out of the way. He pulled Preston's dick, until it poked out from the opening in his slacks.
    Preston gasped when Scott's hand closed around his shaft. Their lips broke apart and Scott's violet eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on Preston's erection. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the head. Scott traced his fingertip over it, then brought the finger to his mouth, sucking it. Preston couldn't take his eyes off the younger man.
    Giving Preston a sexy and seductive smile, Scott rose from the desk and pushed Preston just slightly. Scott kneeled before him, his mouth now level with Preston's straining cock. Preston's knees nearly buckled from anticipation.
    "I want to taste you," Scott said, his voice raspy. "May I?"
    Oh, God.
    "Yes. Yes, now," Preston heard himself beg.
    Transfixed, he watched Scott's lips part next to the tip of his cock. Scott's tongue ran along the slit, then swirled the head. His gaze on Preston, Scott's mouth closed around his cock, sucking it in deep and fast.
    Preston nearly exploded right then. Geez, how long had it been since anyone had touched his dick but him? As for sucking him? It had quite literally been years since a woman had taken him in her mouth. And never a guy. Until Scott.
    It should freak him out. In a way, it did, but also he was more aroused than he thought possible. He pushed himself deeper into Scott's mouth, thrilled when Scott took it without protest, without gagging. Scott squeezed his balls, causing jolts of pure, aching lust to flow through his body. He wanted to come, he wanted to fuck, he wanted to scream. All those things. With the man kneeling in front of him working his cock in out and of his mouth.
    Preston's fingers threaded through Scott's blond hair, urging him closer still. He thrust over and over into the other man's mouth. Shit, Scott knew how to suck cock.
    He could easily spend hours fucking Scott's sweet mouth. Well, maybe not hours, but for a long time. It was that incredible. The problem was, he also wanted Scott lying on the desk, his ass in the air while Preston fucked him.
    He didn't know why he would want that. He wasn't even gay. But Jesus, he did.
    "Enough," he gasped, pulling his leaking cock out from between the other man's lips.
    Scott stared at him, his lips plump and swollen and wet from sucking Preston. He blinked in apparent confusion.
    Preston hauled him to his feet and grabbed Scott's necktie. He crushed his lips to his lover's. He didn't want any doubts in Scott's mind. Not now.
    He pushed Scott down on the desk, yanking the tie off, and throwing it across the room. Next Preston reached for the buttons on Scott's dress shirt.
    But...shit. He didn't have any condoms. Well, why would he at the office anyway? Preston swallowed the sudden lump forming in his throat. He didn't want to stop, but what to do? He broke the kiss, searching Scott's gaze.
    "What?"
    "Condoms?"