Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Nathaniel's heart sank as he realized their moment of passion had been discovered. He quickly pulled away from Henry, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"We were just... uh... working," Nathaniel stammered, trying to come up with a plausible excuse for their disheveled appearance.
Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Well, I hate to break up the party, but we have a project that needs to be finished in one hour," he said, his voice all business.
Henry nodded, taking the cue to leave. "I'll let you two get back to work," he said, slipping out of the bathroom before Nathaniel could protest.
Nathaniel followed Chris back to the meeting room, his mind racing as he tried to focus on the task at hand.
But his thoughts kept drifting back to the encounter in the bathroom with Henry.
As he sat at the table, his fingers flew over the keyboard, entering data into the spreadsheet. But his mind was elsewhere, lost in the memory of Henry's touch, the feel of his body against his own.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked Pietro.
Nathaniel froze, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the Italian data analyst standing in the doorway. Pietro's eyes locked onto his, and Nathaniel felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Pietro," Chris said, his voice friendly but distant. "I see you made it back."
"Yes, I'm here," Pietro replied, his eyes never leaving Nathaniel's.
Nathaniel tried to focus on the spreadsheet, but Pietro's presence was impossible to ignore.
The Italian data analyst sat down next to Nathaniel, his thigh brushing against Nathaniel's as he settled into the chair.
Nathaniel felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body at the contact, and he quickly shifted in his seat, trying to put some distance between them.
Pietro didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he didn't let on. Instead, he leaned in closer to Nathaniel, his voice low and intimate as he spoke.
"I couldn't help but notice that you and Chris seemed... occupied when I walked in," Pietro said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Nathaniel felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a response. "W-we were just working," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Pietro's eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, his hand still gripping Nathaniel's crotch. "I don't think either of us believe that," he said with a smirk.
Nathaniel felt his face heat up even more, his heart racing as he struggled to come up with a response.
But before he could say anything, Pietro leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Nathaniel's ear. "I think you and I should take a break," he whispered, his breath hot against Nathaniel's skin.
Nathaniel's breath hitched in his throat as he felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew he should say no, that he should tell Pietro to back off and return to work. But the thought of resisting the Italian data analyst was impossible.
Pietro's hand was still gripping Nathaniel's crotch, and the younger man could feel his cock hardening under the other man's touch.
"I think that's a great idea," Nathaniel said, his voice low and husky.
Chris raised an eyebrow, but he didn't object. "Alright then, I'll leave you two to it," he said, gathering his things and heading towards the door.
As soon as Chris was gone, Pietro turned to Nathaniel, his eyes burning with desire.
"I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you," he said, his voice low and intense.
Nathaniel felt his heart race at the words, his body trembling with anticipation.
He nodded, unable to speak as Pietro leaned in to kiss him.
The Italian data analyst's lips were soft and warm, and Nathaniel felt himself melting into the kiss.
Pietro's hands roamed over Nathaniel's body, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle and flesh. Nathaniel could feel his cock twitching in response, his body responding to Pietro's touch like a magnet to metal.
He moaned softly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Pietro's dark hair. The other man deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against Nathaniel's as they explored each other's mouths.
Nathaniel could feel his body responding to Pietro's touch, his cock growing harder with every passing second. He could feel the Italian data analyst's hardness pressing against him, and he knew that he wanted more.
"Pietro," he gasped, breaking the kiss.
"Chris is still here."
Pietro's eyes flicked towards the door, and he grinned. "Let him watch," he growled, pulling Nathaniel closer.
But before Nathaniel could protest, the door to the meeting room swung open, and Chris stepped inside.
He stopped short, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. Nathaniel felt his face heat up with embarrassment, his body stiffening as Chris took in the sight of him and Pietro, their clothes disheveled, their lips swollen from kissing.
"I-I'm sorry," Chris stammered, his face reddening. "I didn't realize... I'll just come back later."
He turned to leave, but Pietro spoke up. "No, stay," he said, his voice low and commanding.
"Join us."
Nathaniel's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt his body tense at the unexpected suggestion. Nathaniel's eyes flicked to Pietro, who was watching him with a smoldering gaze. He could feel the heat radiating off the Italian data analyst's body, and he knew that he wanted him just as much as he wanted Chris.
Pietro smiled, his eyes never leaving Nathaniel's. "I know," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I've been watching you and Chris. I've wanted to join you for a long time now."
Nathaniel felt his heart race at the words, his body trembling with excitement. He knew that he couldn't resist Pietro any longer.
Chris leaned back in his chair, watching the two men intently. "I thought you might enjoy the company," he said, his voice low and sensual. "I've had my fun with both of you. Now it's your turn."
Nathaniel felt a shiver run down his spine at the suggestion, his mind racing as he considered the possibility of being with both men at once.
Pietro stood up, his eyes never leaving Nathaniel's.
"Then let's not waste any more time," he said, his voice low and sultry.
He began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes locked onto Nathaniel's as he revealed his muscular chest. Nathaniel felt his mouth go dry as he watched Pietro undress, his body tensing with anticipation.
Chris followed suit, his eyes meeting Nathaniel's as he removed his own clothes. Nathaniel felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the sight of the two men, their bodies lean and toned, their cocks already hard and ready for him.
Without a word, Nathaniel stood up, his hands shaking as he began to remove his own clothes. He could feel the heat radiating off the other men's bodies, and he knew that he wanted them both.
Pietro stepped forward, his eyes burning with desire as he took in Nathaniel's naked form.
Nathaniel's heart raced as he felt the Italian data analyst's gaze on him, his body trembling with anticipation.
"Get on your knees," Pietro growled, his voice low and commanding. Nathaniel did as he was told, sinking to his knees on the plush carpet of the meeting room.
Pietro stepped closer, his cock level with Nathaniel's face. Nathaniel could see the precum glistening on the tip of the other man's thick cock, and he felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine.
He leaned in, his lips parting as he took Pietro's cock into his mouth. The Italian data analyst let out a low moan as Nathaniel began to suck, his tongue swirling around the head of Pietro's cock.
Nathaniel's hands gripped Pietro's thighs, his fingers digging into the other man's muscles as he worked him deeper.
Chris watched the scene unfold, his own cock twitching with anticipation as he leaned back in his chair. He could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling in his balls as he watched Nathaniel worship Pietro's cock.
Nathaniel slid his hands up the front of Pietro's legs, gripping his hips as he suckled on his cock.
Pietro let out a deep, guttural moan, his head falling back in pleasure. Nathaniel glanced up at him through hooded eyes, taking in the sight of the Italian data analyst's flushed face and heaving chest.
In the corner of his eye, Nathaniel could see Chris touching himself, his hand moving up and down his thick cock in time with Nathaniel's sucking. The sight of his boss pleasuring himself only served to heighten Nathaniel's arousal, his own cock throbbing with need.
Chris watched intently as Nathaniel sucked on Pietro's cock, his eyes dark with desire. Nathaniel could see the other man's hand moving faster and faster, his breathing becoming ragged as he approached his climax.
But Nathaniel's attention was divided.
For Chris had stepped forward, and now he was standing behind Nathaniel, his hands on Nathaniel's hips.
"Let me join in," Chris murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
Nathaniel could feel the warmth of Chris's body pressing against his back, and he felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of being with both men at once.
He glanced over his shoulder at Chris, his eyes meeting the other man's intense gaze.
Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against Nathaniel's ear. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his breath hot against Nathaniel's skin.
Nathaniel's breath hitched in his throat at the words, his body trembling with anticipation.
Chris's hand moved down Nathaniel's hip, tracing the curve of Nathaniel's ass. Nathaniel felt his body tense as he waited for Chris's touch, his mind racing with thoughts of pleasure and desire.
But instead of finding Chris's hand on his ass, Nathaniel felt something warm and wet.
He gasped, his mind racing as he realized what it was.
Cum was leaking from Nathaniel's ass, a sticky reminder of the encounter with Henry in the bathroom.
Chris's eyes widened in surprise, and Nathaniel could see the other man's nostrils flare as he took in the scent of Henry's cum.
For a moment, Nathaniel thought that Chris might pull away, that he might be disgusted by the reminder of Nathaniel's infidelity.
But to Nathaniel's surprise, Chris leaned in closer, his hands gripping Nathaniel's hips even tighter.
"You missed this?" Chris growled, his voice low and husky. Nathaniel could feel the other man's cock twitching against his ass, and he knew that Chris was as aroused as ever.
Nathaniel moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire.
Chris let out a low, animalistic growl as he pressed himself against Nathaniel's ass, his hips grinding against Nathaniel's cheeks. Nathaniel could feel the other man's cock throbbing against him, and he knew that Chris was ready to take him.
"Take me," Nathaniel gasped, his voice filled with desperation.
Chris didn't hesitate.
He stepped closer to Nathaniel, his hard cock pressing against Nathaniel's ass.
"Are you sure?" Chris asked, his voice gruff.
Nathaniel nodded, his eyes locked onto Pietro's.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Chris grunted, his hands gripping Nathaniel's hips. He positioned himself at the entrance of Nathaniel's ass, his cock head glistening with precum.
"Beg for it," Pietro commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Nathaniel bit his lip, his heart racing as he considered the request. He knew he should say no, that he shouldn't submit to Pietro like this. But he couldn't deny the part of him that craved this kind of surrender.
"Please, Pietro," Nathaniel whimpered, his voice shaking with emotion.