Chapter 7: I want more.

Alan watched as Selina furrowed away, a smug smile on his face.

He loved playing with fire, and frolicking with his father's wife definitely felt like the right kind of fire to play with.

He lifted his hand, still filled with her wetness, and dropped the fingers into his mouth.

"Hmmm." He moaned, closing his eyes at the ecstasy.

"When are you joining the company, Alan? Instead of lazing away with those useless friends of yours?" His father's voice interrupted him.

Alan opened his eyes and focused them on the man. "When I'm old enough." He shot up on his feet and began to make his way out of the dining room, and away from the old man.

"You are already thirty! How grown do you want to be again?!" Thomas yelled after his son's disappearing figure.

Alan didn't bother with a response. His mind was focused on his target. There was no way he was allowing her to get away so soon.

"Hi." A small but deep baritone stopped him as he turned the corner to the hallway. The light flickered as Alan turned his attention to the side, ready to reprimand whoever dared to stop his mission. He let out a sigh when he saw that it was none other than Karl.

"What are you doing in the house?" Alan asked, eyeing the strawberry-haired man standing by the wall, almost like he was trying to make himself invisible.

"I... I... it's just..." Karl stammered out, unable to let out the words on the tip of his tongue. He wanted more of what they had two days ago. Where Alan had pinned him roughly against Selina and pounded him as hard as he was pounding Selina.

"You came for more of that lesson I taught you, didn't you?" Alan asked. He took a slow step toward the younger man, expecting him to flinch.

Karl stood his ground, excitement thrumming through him.

"Good for you," Alan let out. He eyed the path that led to his father and Selina’s room and back at the gardener ready to do his whimp.

"Let’s go." He ordered the young man.

Karl followed dutifully, his mind already reckoning with all the pleasure he would get.

The moment they got into the room, Alan clicked the lock in place. He grabbed Karl and pinned him against the door. His hand trapped Karl's own above his head. His free hand grabbed Karl’s cock from his baggy trousers and moulded the hard flesh softly.

"You want to get naughty?" Alan breathed out, his hand still cupping the cock. "Huh?" He bit Karl’s earlobe.

"Yes!" Karl moaned his affirmation. He wanted to get on his knee and take that cock in his mouth, swallowing the length until he shot his sperm down his throat. He wanted to ride the damn cock in the reverse cowgirl, or should he say cowboy, style, until Alan was worshipping the ground he walked upon.

"Yes!" He let out again when Alan zipped down his trousers and grabbed his cock through the opening.

Alan tightened his hand over the cock and began to stroke hard and fast.

Tired of receiving the pleasure, Karl twisted his arms until he loosened himself from Alan's hold. He unzipped Alan’s trousers and began to stroke his cock as well.

"Fuck, yeah," Alan moaned. With how hard he was - all from teasing Selina and Karl stroking him so good - he knew he wouldn't last long if he continued the teasing.

He grabbed Karl by the waist and turned him around until his butts were facing him. He quickly shoved down their trousers, exposing them both. He crested his shaft in his hand, stroking gently.

"Arch your back." He ordered Karl.

The man did as instructed.

Alan shifted forward, placing his cock at the center of Karl's ass. His hands parted the butts as he glided his dick into the hole.

"Holy shit," Karl moaned in pleasure as the cock filled him up. He closed his eyes at the realization of the fantasy that kept him distracted from work all day long.

He grabbed his own cock and began to fuck the hole he made with his hand.

"So sweet," Alan moaned, thrusting into the hole, each stroke harder and faster.

"Aaahhh..." Karl wrapped his hand around Alan’s neck. He began to move, matching Alan's stroke. He clasped his legs shut, tightening the gap of his hole.

"Yeeesss!" Alan moaned in approval. "Do that again." He groaned out.

Karl tightened his butthole again.

"You like that, huh?" He moaned out, still juggling his butt up and down to maximize his pleasure.

"Fuuuccckkk!" Alan cried out, feeling himself over the edge already. "I'm gonna..." he closed his eyes, bent his knees, and gave one last hard thrust. "...cuuumm!" He gasped out as his release shook him over.

Karl gripped the door handle hard as he began to move faster and faster. His head leaned against the door, his butt shot out, and his waist arched inwardly.

"Damn!" He cursed as his relief refused to come. He grabbed his cock and began to stroke even harder.

Alan slapped Karl's hand away from his cock and quickly replaced it with his own and began to stroke. He bent over and kissed his waist. Then he spanked his ass. That tipped him over. He grabbed Alan's thigh with his hand, his fingers digging into the skin.

"Yeeessss!" He moaned out his release.

Alan slapped his ass again, even as his hand was still stroking the young man's cock.

"Is that everything?" He grunted. "Give me all."

Karl shook, his body racking with unfathomable pleasure. As the last of his cum dripped from his cock, he relaxed, his body flattened against Alan's body.

"You are sleeping with me this night," Alan instructed as he shifted his weight forward to accommodate the other man.

"W-why?" Karl stammered out, still not himself.

"I have plans of ruining you so much that you won't be able to walk out of here without limping," Alan said, chuckling at the other man.

"In that case," Karl began, straightening up. "I have no objection."