Building Heat (On the Job Desires Book 1) Page 2

  “Can I finger your ass?” Rex slid a hand down Ellis’ chest and slipped it under his shirt. His rough fingers danced over his skin.

  Ellis moaned. “Y-yes. God. Yes. T-thank you, um, for asking.” He ducked his head before dropping it back on Rex’s shoulder. He closed his eyes as Rex’s hand moved down his belly, around his cock, and over his entrance. Dry fingers circled sensitive skin, and Ellis moaned again.

  “Of course.” Rex’s hand retreated and returned a few moments later. Moisture-slicked fingers rubbed along Ellis’ entrance, pushing inside him. Rex’s other hand wrapped around Ellis’ cock, fondling his softened length as it grew in his hand.

  Ellis sighed, relaxing into Rex’s expert touch. He squeezed Rex’s thighs as Rex’s fingers explored him, curling inside him and stroking over his prostate. “Ahh.”

  “Mm,” Rex rumbled. “How’s that?” He continued, stroking Ellis’ cock in time with the movements of his fingers.

  “Heh. Good.” He buried his face in Rex’s neck and rolled his hips into the other man’s hands as his arousal grew again. Each thrust inside him sent a wave of pleasure through his body, and each stroke over his cock grounded him in the moment. The cycle was vicious. Ellis closed his legs around Rex’s arm, exhaling a frustrated moan into his neck.

  “You’re so sexy,” Rex whispered, brushing his lips along Ellis’ jawline. “I can’t wait to feel your thick cock inside me.”

  Ellis’ hips bucked. “Hnnnn. Y-yeah?”

  “Oh yeah.” Rex moaned.

  “Oh, God. C-close-” Ellis’ hips bucked again, and he writhed in the trap of Rex’s arms. His whole body shuddered.

  “Again?” Rex chuckled. “Thinking about being in my ass?”

  His cock bubbled with precum, and he nodded. He licked dry lips and rubbed his face against Rex’s chest. “Y-yes.” A gust of wind cooled Ellis’ steaming skin, tickling the exposed head of his cock. A murmur of unrecognizable voices touched Ellis’ ears, and he froze against Rex. His heart rate piqued, a jackhammer against his rib cage as his cock pulsed.

  The voices retreated, but Ellis had reached his climax. Pearly cum exploded from the head of Ellis’ cock, sailing down his length and the back of Rex’s fingers. His entrance clenched around Rex’s thick fingers with each burst of cum. Ellis clawed Rex’s thighs, scraping at his jeans and painting white stripes against the fabric.

  “Oh, fuck. Ah, God,” Ellis whimpered. He rubbed blazing cheeks against Rex, curling his body into him.

  “Oh. Hey.” Rex rumbled, cupping Ellis’ ass in his hands and planting a kiss at the corner of his lips. He kneaded sensitive flesh, smirking.

  “Hi.” Ellis shook his head. “T-thank you. Just-just give me a second, and it’s your turn.”

  Rex stroked him under his chin, lifting his head and meeting his lips for a kiss. He explored Ellis’ mouth, tasting both of his lips before leaning back against the wall. “No rush.”

  “Really?” Ellis palmed Rex’s hard cock through his jeans.

  “Yeah. No rush. We have plenty of time.”

  “Hmm.” With a nod, Ellis grabbed his jeans and fished his cell phone out of his pocket. He glimpsed the screen before flipping it open and reviewing correspondences. He sent two messages and set his phone aside, leaning back into Rex’s chest.

  Rex wrapped his strong arms around Ellis and rested his head back, closing his eyes.

  “Um-” Ellis opened his mouth, but before he spoke, his cell phone pierced the silence with a shrill cry. “H-hang on.” Ellis picked up his cell phone again, reviewing the number. He frowned.

  Rex opened his eyes, fixing his dark gaze on Ellis. “What is it?”

  “It’s-it’s my father. I have to take this.” Ellis put the cell phone to his ear and grabbed his briefs, shoving his feet in the holes with one hand and adjusting the cell phone against his ear with the other. “H-hi,” he stammered. “D-Dad?”

  “Eli, where are you? I thought we were meeting this afternoon for coffee?”

  “We were! I’m sorry, I’m still at the job site. I-I was talking with the contractor. He’s nice. We-we’re done, though, I-I can come meet you.”

  Rex stood after Ellis, snatching his shirt from the ground and drying his hands with it. He tucked the shirt in his jeans and crossed his arms over his bare chest.

  “I’m here waiting already. I’ll go ahead and order your drink for you, kid. What do you want?”

  “A latte. Thanks. I’ll-um-I’ll be on my way. Give me ten minutes.” Ellis ended the call and tugged his pants on, too. He slipped his phone in his pocket, and he looked at Rex. “I-I have to go.”

  “I heard,” Rex rumbled. “I’ll walk you back.”

  “S-sure.” Ellis flushed. “I’m-I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I enjoyed myself.” Rex grabbed Ellis’ manila folder and approached the shy man. “This is yours.”

  “Y-yes.” Ellis grabbed the folder. “Thanks. I’ll-um-I’ll get back to you with the new adjustments for the mistakes.” He flicked his eyes into Rex’s face before studying the man’s heavy, steel boots.

  “Yeah.” Rex brushed his lips along Ellis’ cheekbone and walked him back to his vehicle.

  ***

  It had been a few weeks since Rex and Ellis started working together, a few weeks since they’d been on the job site together and enjoyed their brief intimate encounter. At first, it’d been a fling for Rex, but Ellis haunted his thoughts.

  “Boss man, you gonna stand there all day tanning or get some work done?”

  Rex kissed the face of his cell phone and sighed. “I’m waiting for a call, Zeke.”

  “I guess you can’t do nothing but stand around when you’re waiting for a call, then, huh?” Zeke chuckled.

  “I’m waiting for a call from the contract administrator. He’s supposed to have new plans for us to work off.”

  “Yeah, I remember. You’ve been talking about it all week. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re just excited to see him. Why don’t you ever get excited like this ‘bout seeing me?”

  “Really?” Rex stared at Zeke, squinting his prominent brow before chuckling.

  “Yeah, really. Hey, can you hold on to this for me while I seal it down?”

  “Sure.” Rex slipped his cell phone in his pocket and lined a plank up with small grey hash marks. He clamped it in place with his weight while Zeke adjusted it in small increments before shooting nails into the corners.

  “Thanks, man.” He moved down the plank, adding more nails. “Thought you were talking to ol’ what’s his face?”

  “Vague.”

  “The guy on the downlow.”

  “Right. I was just fooling with him. We didn’t talk.”

  “I mean, all right if you want to be technical about it. You’re not talking to the contractor either.”

  “I could be.”

  “You oughta wait until our job is finished, though. Business and pleasure don’t mix.”

  Rex pressed his lips together, standing upright again and dusting his hands on his jeans. “Who told you that?”

  “It’s the law of the land. No one had to tell me. Like I get it, he cute or whatever, but it’s gonna be nothing but problems if you go for it.”

  “Yeah, I bet you’re right.”

  “You bet? Boy, I know I’m right.”

  “All right, all right. Here, I’ll get this side.”

  “Thanks.” Zeke handed him the nail gun, and he secured the rest of the plank. At the last shot, his cell phone buzzed in his pocket, and he dropped the nail gun and jumped to his feet, snatching his cell phone out of his pocket and putting it to his ear.

  “Hello?” He schooled his voice, stamping down his anticipation as he rested one hand on his exposed hips and paced in a circle.

  “H-hi. Rex? Mr. Banks?”

  “This is he,” Rex rumbled.

  “H-hey. It’s-um-Ellis. I’ve got the new plans for you. I added the building material changes and several pages of instructions and
measurements.”

  “Cool. Thanks.”

  “You don’t h-have to thank me. It’s my job.”

  “Yeah, I know, but still, thanks. Can you bring them by the job site?”

  “A-actually, I can’t. I was going to, but my car is having problems. It’s, I don’t know, making a noise. It’s making a weird noise. Can you send someone by to pick up the plans?”

  Rex’s face lit up, and then he frowned. “Uh. I can come by and get them, and I can take a look at your car if you want? Why didn’t you take it to the shop?”

  “I-I will be taking it to the shop. I haven’t yet. Um-”

  “It’s fine. I’ll come take a look at it, and I’ll grab the plans, too. I’m leaving now, text me your office address. See you in a minute, bye.” Rex ended the call before Ellis spoke again.

  “Dork,” Zeke snorted. “I thought you were going to try not to go for it.”

  “I’m looking at his car. What’s wrong with looking at someone’s car?”

  Zeke lifted his eyebrows. “All right. You know what, you do you. It’s trouble, but you do you.”

  “Thanks for your blessing, man. Make sure everyone cleans up before they leave this evening.” Rex clapped Zeke’s shoulder and then jogged to his vehicle. As he reversed from the parking lot, Ellis messaged him the directions, and he weaved through the last dregs of rush hour traffic to the man’s downtown office. He strolled up the stairs as the frigid office temperatures cooled his sweaty skin and knocked on Ellis’ door.

  The door swung open, and Ellis stood, wide-eyed, in the door frame. “Oh. H-hi,” he breathed. His dark eyes scanned over Rex’s burly form and then he looked away as a blush crept to his face.

  “Hey. Let me look at your car first, then we can come back up, and I’ll get the plans.”

  “You-you don’t have to look at my car. I have a mechanic.”

  “Sure, but he’ll probably rip you off over something simple. Listen, let me look. I’ve been fixing my own cars for years.”

  Ellis bit his bottom lip before sighing. “Fine.” He dug his keys from the pockets of his pressed slacks and dangled them in front of Rex. “Here.”

  Rex snatched them. “Perfect.” He moved back down the stairs with Ellis at his heels.

  “My car is over this way.” He motioned to a black sports car parked away from a cluster of other vehicles.

  “Yeah, I remember.” Rex opened the driver’s side door and fit the key in the ignition. He turned the key and the car purred to life. It hummed for a few minutes before it quietly died.

  Ellis laced his fingers together behind his back.

  “I thought you said it was making a noise.”

  “It was making a noise. And it was also doing this.”

  “Uh… huh. Did it make the noise when you were braking?”

  Ellis shook his head. “No, it makes the noise when it first starts up sometimes.”

  “Okay, what does the noise sound like?”

  “Loud?”

  “Squealing, maybe? Does it go away once you start driving a bit?”

  “Y-yes.”

  Rex nodded. He turned the key in the ignition again and climbed out of the vehicle, lifting the hood and peering under it. “I’m pretty sure the squealing is your timing belt. Nothing’s wrong, ‘cept it could use some lube, but it’s not hurting anything.”

  “Timing belt?”

  “Yeah,” Rex shrugged. “Timing belt. Now this other, hang on.” He poked at this and that, recovering with grease-coated fingers before he looked at Ellis. “Go start it up for me.”

  Ellis quirked an eyebrow. “Um, okay.” He dipped into the vehicle and turned over the engine. The car purred, and Rex squinted, placing his hands on his hips as he waited. After a few minutes, he nodded, slammed the hood, and looked through the windshield at Ellis.

  “You’re good.”

  “You-you fixed it?”

  “I mean, yeah. Want me to explain it to you?”

  “Um. No, thanks. How did you learn to fix cars?”

  “No money, shitty car, had to get to work. It was a job of necessity, not fun.”

  “Oh.” The other man deflated. “S-should I pay you?”

  “Nah.”

  He wilted even more. “O-okay, w-well, I still owe you from the other day.”

  Rex rubbed his greasy hands over his jeans, pausing at Ellis’ shy statement. “What?” His mouth went dry, and his lips parted in the center. “What did you say?”

  “I said I still owe you. We-we could go up to my office.” He motioned to the building. “Unless-unless you’re not interested anymore.”

  “No,” Rex croaked. “No, I’m interested. I’m very interested.” His cock hardened in his jeans.

  “Okay, um, then I’ll see you upstairs? W-wait, can you be quiet?”

  Rex groaned, and his cock hardened even more. “Fuck,” he murmured. “Y-yeah, I can be quiet.”

  “G-good.” Ellis wrung his hands before spinning on his heels and leading Rex back up to his office.

  Rex closed the door behind himself and leaned against it. “So.”

  “So.” Ellis lifted his chin. “I’ve-I’ve always wanted to fuck someone over my desk.” He motioned to it. His mahogany desk was pristine with one neat stack of folders and a dual-monitor computer.

  “Oh, really?” Rex grinned and grabbed the hems of his shirt, yanking it over his head and depositing it on Ellis’ desk. His hard muscles flexed once they were exposed to the cold office air. His nipples hardened, and his exposed abs clenched and released.

  Ellis drank him in, dark eyes sparkling under the sterile office light. His fingers drummed the table before they unfastened the top most button of his shirt. Then, he untucked his shirt, letting the two wings split as he unbuckled his leather belt. The metal buckle clanked against itself.

  Rex’s heart raced, and his muscles jumped under his skin. He thumbed the button of his jeans and slid them down the slight slope of his hips, letting them bunch under the curve of his ass. His jeans dragged his briefs down, too, and his cock sprang free, slapping his belly before hanging between his legs. The pink head peeked out around a cushion of extra skin.

  “Mm.” Ellis sighed, staring at Rex’s cock before his cheeks colored, and he looked away. “Bend over.”

  “I didn’t peg you for the commanding type.” Rex dropped his head back on his shoulders and cut his eyes to the other man.

  “Mm?” Ellis fished his cock out of his slacks, and Rex’s mouth watered. “I-I’m waiting.”

  Rex exhaled and approached the desk, placing his hands on the surface and arching his back. A shiver ran down his spine as Ellis brushed his nails over him, combing the fine hairs on his ass. His eyelids fluttered, and he groaned again. His hips danced, grinding into the side of the desk as Ellis inched closer to him.

  Icy fingers teased Rex’s entrance before his cock pushed his asscheeks aside and met his entrance. He squirmed, opening his legs as much as he could within the confines of his rigid jeans and sat back in Ellis’ lap. His warm cock opened him up, and he groaned. His muscles responded with tension, but he pushed a tight breath from his lungs and relaxed them again, groaning as Ellis continued.

  The fullness was dizzying, and it had been a while since Rex had been on the receiving end of sex. Ellis traced a hand down the center of his back, curving around his shoulder blades and stopping at the small of his back. “You like it?”

  Rex stretched forward, gripping the other side of the desk as he bent over it. He pressed his chest into the wood and shuddered. “Yeah,” he grunted, eyes rolling back in his skull.

  “G-good,” Ellis whispered, kissing Rex’s shoulder and gripping the table around him. Ellis caged Rex with his slender arms and worked his hips against the other man. He dug his hips into Rex’s firm ass, burying the entire length of his cock inside him.

  Rex panted, quirking his eyebrows as Ellis retreated, slipping a few inches out of him before pushing inside him again. Ellis fucked slowl
y and methodically, and he adjusted his movements with every little sigh and groan from Rex. Within a handful of thrusts, Ellis had solved the formula and hit the perfect spot every time, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Fuuuuuck.” Rex groaned, muffling his voice against the desk. His shoulders sagged, and his back arched more.

  “I-I thought you were being quiet?” Ellis’ breath ghosted along his back, raising goosebumps on his skin.

  “I-I am,” Rex groaned. His trapped cock throbbed against the table. “I am. Fuck. You fuck so good.”

  “You’re really not,” Ellis teased, pulling out completely.

  Rex’s eyelashes fluttered, and the back of his neck tingled. His chest heaved as he rolled onto his back, pressing his shoulder blades into Ellis’ desk. He kicked his steel-toed work boots and jeans all the way off. Emerald green eyes glanced down towards Ellis, cupping his own cock in his hands and licking his lips. “All right. So, you’re going to stop?”

  “No.” Ellis ran his tongue along his teeth and slid a hand under Rex’s muscular thigh, bending his leg forward and exposing him.

  Rex’s cheeks burned, and he closed his eyes as his cock leaked precum over his toned belly. “Ah. Got it.” His shoulders curved and he dropped his head off the side of the desk as Ellis pushed inside him again. Deeper. He forced a guttural moan from Rex’s throat, and then the larger man bit his bottom lip.

  With a little smile, Ellis worked his hips against Rex. He started slow, but he’s thrusts quickly accelerated until Rex slid forward with every thrust, and Ellis yanked him back in place with the hand gripping his thigh. Rex squeezed and stroked himself, circling the moist head with his thumb and then his fingers before going all the way down his length and squeezing the base.

  “G-getting close,” Rex gasped, freezing as pleasure strummed through him. Ellis fucked him faster in response to his words. His fingernails dented Rex’s flesh, bruising him and exciting him more.

  “I-I want you to cum,” Ellis whispered, kissing the meat of his knee and biting the inside of his thigh. His thighs trembled against Rex, betraying his own excitement.