Always Eli by Charlie Novak
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tristan
After the drama of Sunday,I thought I’d be ready to go back to the office for a quiet week at work. Then Monday arrived, and I realised I’d made a mistake.
I wasn’t sure what was in the water, but everyone seemed to suddenly want to move house, and I’d been flooded with mortgage appointments, financial planning meetings, emails, and phone calls. December was looming large on the calendar with Christmas just over six weeks away, and the words We’d like to get this sorted before Christmas were now playing on a loop in my brain.
No matter how much I explained to people that waiting times were waiting times and everyone was busy, I’d still been subjected to several irate calls from various buyers. One man had even demanded I ring the bank every hour to see where his application was, and another wanted me to physically drive to their solicitor’s office in Norwich to see where their contracts were despite the fact that part of the process had nothing to do with me. By Wednesday, I was debating asking Eli to screen my calls in return for cocktails and the opportunity to be snarky to people. He’d have a wonderful time politely telling people to get fucked, and I’d get some space to think. But I wasn’t sure Holly would go for it.
I needed to have a conversation with her anyway. Eli had said It’s a Drag! was looking for sponsors, and Holly was always talking about how she liked the company to raise money for charity. I had my suspicions Holly’s motivations were less altruistic and more appearance driven, but this would be a good opportunity for her to put her money where her mouth was. Especially as the charities the competition was supporting this year weren’t the type Holly usually suggested we fundraise for.
Shaking my head, I reached for the mug on my desk then sighed. It was mostly empty except for some cold, congealing coffee dregs stuck at the bottom. I only drank coffee when I needed an extra caffeine hit, and it had been one of those days. I wasn’t even sure what time it was. I glanced down at the clock on my monitor then blinked several times. It was twenty past eight.
Where the fuck had the day gone? And why the hell was I still at the office?
I groaned, stretching my arms out and feeling all the muscles in my torso pull and strain. I’d clearly been sitting in one position for too long. It was definitely too late for more coffee. The dogs were going to go mad when I got home, and I felt a pang of guilt because this was far too late to leave them. It didn’t happen very often, but once was still too much for my liking. I really needed to get things in order so if I had things I had to finish, I could take them home and do them there. At least then I could sit on the sofa with Indy and Solo snoring beside me.
Reaching for my phone, I saw a couple of different message threads, first from my sister and then from Eli.
AlexisI assume you are working late AGAIN, so I’m going to yours to feed the boys.
AlexisI’m taking this bag of Peanut M&Ms out of the cupboard as payment.
AlexisAlso, you know I can make you a home office? Your spare room would make a very nice one if we tidied it up and painted it. You could have a painting desk for your minis and another for work. Or maybe a combo one. Will come up with ideas! xx
I chuckled to myself and muttered, “Guess I’m getting an office then.” I wasn’t going to argue with Alexis because she had a point. I closed the thread with my sister and opened the string of messages from Eli.
EliDon’t forget I’m off to The Court this evening to practice x
EliI’m leaving! Don’t stay too late x
EliSince you’re not responding, I’m going to assume you are being very busy and important x
EliAre you still working?? x
Tristan Sorry, lost track of time! I’m leaving now.
EliAre you STILL at the office? x
Tristan Maybe?
EliStay there. I’ll be ten minutes ;)x
I frowned, wondering what he could have planned. Knowing Eli, it would either be something sweet, like stopping by to say goodnight, or it would be something dirty. I swallowed, heat flooding my chest. I’d fantasised about something happening in the office in the past, but there was a difference between fantasy and reality. My brain murmured something about this being a bad idea, but the thought was quickly squashed by more enthusiastic parts of my anatomy.
Standing up, I strode over to the door, deciding to do a quick sweep of the building just in case there was anyone else lurking. The last thing I wanted was for Eli and me to get caught. The risk was fun but only up to a certain point.
All the offices were empty, their residents having gone home a long time ago.
I went back to my office to wait, hurriedly clearing papers off the desk and shoving them into drawers—I’d sort them in the morning—and closing the blinds over the window. I’d just finished when I heard the door opening downstairs, and Eli locking it behind him. My heart kicked up a notch, thundering in my chest like a drum and bass line. Was I really considering this? Technically, Eli hadn’t suggested anything. It was my brain that had gone straight to office sex. I wanted it though. Even if it was just a quick, messy blow job with me half-under the desk and Eli sitting in my office chair, his fingers pulling my hair as he fucked my face.
My cock throbbed and started to fill, straining against the confines of my underwear and my suit trousers.
I heard feet on the stairs. I wasn’t sure what to do. Was I supposed to be waiting for him? Would it look odd if I stood? God, why did I have to be so fucking awkward? My office door was still open where I’d rushed back inside after my sweep of the building, and I turned from my spot by my desk to see Eli at the top of the stairs. He was wearing his shearling jacket and ripped jeans tucked into a pair of old Nikes. His artfully styled curls were windswept, his face was pink from the brisk wind that had blown in this week, and his customary wry smile curled across his lips when he saw me.
“Tut, tut, Mr. Rose,” he said, strolling towards me and pushing the door shut behind him. “Working so late.” He leant against the door until it clicked, then flicked the lock across with one hand all without taking his eyes off me. “What am I going to do with you?”
I tried to school my face into a serious expression, but I couldn’t stop myself from grinning wildly. It had only been a couple of hours since I’d last seen him, but it felt like forever. “I don’t know,” I said. “But we are here all by ourselves.”
“Oh, are we?” Eli walked across to me, his fingers reaching out to wrap themselves around my tie and tug me close until we were nose to nose. “How convenient.”
“It’s a miracle.” I let my lips brush against his. A spark jumped across our skin. Whatever resistance either of us had been planning to put up disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Eli’s kiss was fierce, his tongue pushing into my mouth and taking. His fingers fisted the front of my shirt while his other hand tightened around my tie, keeping me close. I loved it when he did this, when he put me wherever he wanted me and took what he needed. Eli stepped towards me, moving me backwards one step at a time until I found myself pushed up against the desk. I groaned into his mouth as he pressed against me. My cock strained against the painfully tight confines of my trousers. I gasped, breaking the kiss as Eli ran his hand down my chest to slowly rub my erection through the material.
“Look at you,” he said. “So desperate for me already. It’s a good thing I stopped on my way to get supplies.”
“You stopped?” I stared at him. Eli reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube.
“Good thing Tesco is open late. I can’t keep you like this.” He smirked, setting the bottle down on the desk and shrugging off his coat. “Although you do look so cute when you’re needy. Like you need my cock but also like you’re afraid I won’t let you come.” I swallowed. “Don’t worry. I will…”
“Thank you,” I said, even though I was sure there was a “but” at the end of Eli’s sentence. I didn’t want to know what it was. Eli palmed himself through his jeans.
“Undo your trousers, then bend over the desk.” His voice was firm, and his eyes were full of heat as he watched me. I hurriedly did as I was told, unbuttoning my trousers then turning to bend over. I was glad I’d cleared my desk now. Anticipation flooded my body, heightening every sensation. I heard the sounds of a zipper being lowered and the soft slap of skin on skin.
I groaned, glancing over my shoulder to see him jerking himself as he watched me. Eli saw me staring and winked.
“Do you want my cock?” he asked, stroking it slowly. “Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I want it.”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound sure.”
“Please, Eli. I need it. I need you inside me.” I bit back a moan as my fantasies resurged. “I… I’ve thought about this for so long.”
“Oh?” He grinned. “Have you been thinking about me fucking you like this? Bending you over your desk and giving you my cock, making you come all over the surface so whenever you’re here you think about me.” He stepped closer, his hand twisting my head towards him as his cock pressed into my ass. “Is that what you want?”
“Y-yes, please.” Heat pooled in my muscles, and I wondered if Eli had thought about this as well. He leant forward and kissed me again, nipping at my lip. Then he shoved me down onto the desk and yanked my trousers and boxers down to expose my ass. I moaned at the sudden roughness and then again when Eli smacked my ass twice—not hard but enough to send a fresh spark of pleasure through my nerves. I twisted my head slightly, watching him pick up the lube. I heard a click and felt a cold drizzle of wetness between my cheeks. Eli pressed his fingers to my hole, pushing two inside me and making me squirm. The burn was intense, but it faded quickly. Eli worked his fingers in and out until I was a writhing mess. My own hands tried to find some purchase on the smooth desk surface, but all I could do was grasp the far side and cling on for dear life.
Then I felt the blunt press of Eli’s cock against my hole.
“Are you ready?” he asked. “Still want it?”
I wanted to tell him to stop fucking teasing me, but I knew if I said that he’d just draw it out even further. “Yes, yes… Please, Eli, fuck me!”
His fingers gripped my hip, and I moaned as he pushed inside me. It felt like I had barely any time to breathe before Eli started to move. His thrusts were slow at first—slow and deliberate and teasing—until all I could do was beg for more, looking wildly over my shoulder at his heated gaze and plush, smirking mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I both loved and hated it. I needed more, but I wasn’t going to get it until Eli decided to give it to me. It was almost like I was a toy, a warm hole for him to use, and that thought made my cock leak against the desk. I loved it when he used me like this.
“Fuck, your ass feels so good,” Eli said, slamming his cock deep inside me. “You look so fucking perfect bent over for me. Dreamt about fucking you like this!”
“Y-yeah?”
“Fuck. Yes.” He groaned, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Except you usually have a tie in your mouth and the office is busy.”
I laughed breathlessly. “Yes to the first part. No to the second.”
“That’s fair enough.” He slowed his thrusts for a moment, teasing me. “I’d never want you to feel uncomfortable.”
Something swelled in my chest, hot and sweet. Then Eli reached around to start jacking my cock, and my thoughts fell away.
“I want you to come for me,” he said. “I want you to paint the desk with your cum.” He gripped the back of my shirt, pulling me half-up. “Stroke your cock, Tristan. Make a mess for me.”
I groaned, nodding my head as I reached for my cock. I began to stroke myself hard and fast as Eli fucked me, pleasure burning under my skin. My orgasm caught me by surprise, hitting me with the force of a rocket as I came, shooting hot cum all over my desk. I gasped out Eli’s name, my ass tightening around his dick. Eli swore, pounding into me until he grunted out his release. I knew I’d be going home full of his cum, and a shiver of delight ran down my spine.
He pulled out of me slowly, and I straightened, feeling a tiny trickle of cum leak out of me. I tried to find the words to summarise how I felt. I wasn’t sure I knew any, though, since my grasp of the English language seemed to have ceased to exist. Eli grinned at me, looking at the streaks of cum on the desk. He moved beside me and ran his fingers through the mess, scooping some up and holding his fingers out to me.
I leant forward and wrapped my lips around them, sucking my cum off his skin. Eli’s eyes flared. He surged forward and kissed me, thrusting his tongue against mine as if he wanted to taste me. I groaned, my spent cock twitching.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Eli murmured.
“Thanks.” I grinned then sighed, a perfect post-orgasm high making me feel more relaxed than I had all week. “What are you doing now?”
“Hmmm,” Eli said, kissing me again. “I don’t think I have any plans.”
“Do you want to come back to mine?”
“Is that an invitation for round two?”
I laughed. “I mean, it wasn’t… but I…”
“Wouldn’t say no?” Eli raised an eyebrow. I felt my face heat, then nodded. “Let’s do that then.”
I reached for my trousers, then glanced at the mess all over the desk and sighed. “Probably should clean that up first though… y’know, so I don’t have to scrub it off in the morning or give the cleaner a heart attack.”
“Probably best.” Eli laughed. “Where the fuck are your tissues?”