Chapter 7
SEVEN
Leo
I don’t know why I asked that, crossed several state lines doing it, but I did it anyway. I regret most of it, but not the entirety of it because he looks so fucking horny right now. I know I did that to him. He can try to deny it all he wants but I did that.
And if he closes his eyes, he can pretend its someone else on their knees, between his legs, sucking him off.
I won’t even moan.
I’ll be as silent as I can.
Maybe. Shit he’s so hot. Why does he have to be so damn hot?
“Yeah, okay,” he says and then shakes his head, as if he can’t believe he said that. But I know him. He’s a repressed workaholic. He needs a little stress relief. I can do that. I so can. As a thank you for letting me use his office and not firing me. Hell, I may not actually tell him this ever, but just him being near, knowing he’s watching me, it’s made my videos hotter. I know that.
It would totally just be a thankful act.
I’m so thankful.
I move toward him quickly, not giving him time to change his mind.
When I reach his chair, I roll it out, exposing his thighs and then his legs, but my eyes are locked on his dick. Hard and pressing out from his slacks.
A whimper escapes me and I see his eyes flare.
“You can change your mind,” I say, hating myself as I utter those words.
“Okay,” he replies, but still lets me part his legs and sink between them. My fingers drag up his slacks and I feel the tremble of the muscles beneath my palms.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper and I watch as they flutter shut.
Fuck, oh fuck.
I pop open the button to his pants and unzip the zipper, unable to stop my fingers from dragging up the hardness before me. He lets out a puff of breath and then lifts his hips slightly, allowing me to pull the fabric down his thighs, his cock popping out in the process.
Oh fuck, he’s big. The way he’d fit perfectly inside of me.
My fingers move to his dick, wrapping around it and I feel it jump in my hand. Precum spurts from the tip and he lets out a sexy moan as I rub my thumb across the slit. I peer up at him and see his lashes flutter, his cheeks red, his nostrils flaring.
He hasn’t told me to stop, hasn’t said a word, so I lean forward and lick up the underside of his cock.
He gasps and his fingers tighten on the arms of his chair, but still, he doesn’t ask me to stop.
So I pull him into my mouth and swirl my tongue, making him groan.
Fuck. The sound of him. It’s making my dick hard again, my ass clenching around nothing. I’m terribly empty. If he’d let me, I’d stand up and sit right on his dick. But I don’t. I just continue to tease him, pulling him into the back of my throat and swallowing around him.
He’s gasping loudly now, his fingers snaking into my hair.
I love that he’s touching me while I’m doing this. It almost seems as if he’s not bothered by my short hair, as if he’s envisioning me, Leo—a man—between his legs, driving him crazy.
I hollow out my cheeks and start to work him, his cock leaking into my mouth, his hips arching up off the chair. I love this. Love it so damn much. He’s losing his mind and I’m about to come a second time, untouched. Just from the taste of him, the sound.
“I’m…oh fuck. I’m coming,” he groans and then he spills into my mouth, long, violent spurts. And I don’t even think about spitting that out. No, I swallow around him, listening as he gasps and moans his way through that epic orgasm.
And when he’s done, I feel the tremble in his hands and it travels right down to my groin and I feel myself spill into my jockstrap, my head resting on his thigh.
His hand strokes my hair, tenderly, and I peer up at him.
His eyes are on mine and I feel myself start to melt.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
“Thank you,” he finally says and I nod, trying to play it cool.
“Any time. It was my pleasure. And yours.”
His lips quirk and then he nudges me away from him, pulling his slacks up and running a hand through his hair.
“We should probably go,” he finally says and I nod, pulling my clothes on, quickly cleaning the window and grabbing the cart. Heath follows me out of his office and he locks the door, his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes intent on me.
“Um…see you tomorrow?” he asks and I wet my swollen lips.
“Yeah. Totally.”
He nods and then disappears down the hallway, leaving me staring after him.
What happens tomorrow? Do I get a repeat?
Fuck, I don’t know and I can’t wait to find out.
I spend all day waiting to see Heath again, trying my best to play it cool, but it’s so hard when all I want is to suck his dick again. Like I could totally see myself cock warming him. Just sucking on it like a popsicle.
“You really need a hobby,” Asher says and I roll my eyes at him.
“You do too. Staring at our neighbor through the hole in our wall is creepy.”
“It’s no more creepy than your face,” he hisses back and I let out a laugh, causing Jack to turn, look through the hole in the wall and stare at my roommate.
Asher shifts on the couch and forces his gaze back to mine.
“Would you like to come over?” Jack asks, running a hand through his messy hair, making it stick up every which way.
Asher’s eyes widen. “Who’s he talking to?”
“Sure as hell isn’t me.”
Asher turns his head and swallows roughly. “I have homework to do.”
“After?” Jack asks and Asher nods, closing his book.
“Why make him wait?” I ask. “He wants to play with you.”
“Honestly, Leo. You have a way with words.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him and he rolls his eyes.
“Ugh, never mind. I’m coming over now,” he calls through the hole and then crawls over the back of the couch and into our neighbor’s apartment.
I watch as Jack peers at Asher through those dark lashes, his cheeks turning a cute shade of pink.
Jack has a major crush on Asher and I bet my friend has no clue. He’s so oblivious. It’s ridiculous.
“Have fun, love birds,” I say and then bound out of the apartment before Asher can offer a scathing retort.
I am far too early to work, so I hang out in a coffee shop, working on editing some of my solo videos on my laptop. Don’t worry, I have my privacy screen in place and I’m facing the wall. After that I work on some homework that’s due for one of my online nursing classes .
By the time my shift at the office rolls around, I’m nearly vibrating with anticipation. What’s going to happen? Will he be there waiting for me? Will he let me touch him again?
My mind is reeling as I check in and grab my cart, nearly running down the hallway to his office. His light is on as I approach and I feel my heart thudding in my chest. Oh fuck yes.
He’s here.
I don’t even try to play it cool. I just push his door open and see him spin towards me.
“Hey,” I say, nearly breathless.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a candy bar, moving toward him, my hand outstretched.
His eyes move across my body, lighting me up.
“You’re working late again,” I say and he nods, his fingers brushing against mine as he grabs the candy from me.
“I am.”
“If you keep this up, you’re going to burn out.”
His lips twitch slightly. “Only if I hate what I’m doing.” I’m not so sure he doesn’t. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t look like he’s on a high when he’s here. He looks goddamn miserable most of the time. A hot sort of miserable, but miserable just the same.
His gaze moves from my eyes to my lips and I feel my breath come out in unsteady pants. Shit. He doesn’t look so miserable right now. If I’m not mistaken that’s lust shining in his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s really important you love your job.”
“Yeah.” Holy shit, is he breathless? I think he is.
Sexual tension lights up the space between us and I shift on my feet, wanting to fall to my knees, to rub my face against his thighs. But I resist. I don’t want to scare him away. He hasn’t really said he’s not so straight anymore and I don’t know what this is between us.
“What are your plans for tonight?” he asks, his voice low and rough.
“Um, well…you know, clean the offices, avoid boogers in that one office and then come back here…to you.”
I see the outline of his hardening cock in his slacks and wet my lips.
“Alright. I’ll finish up and wait for you.”
I nod and nearly trip on my way out the door. But before I leave, I turn around and nearly shout, “Can I suck your dick again?”
Heath’s eyes flicker and he reaches down to adjust himself.
“We’ll see.”
Oh he so is going to let me. I can feel it. The excitement is really flowing through me now, but I try like hell to hide it. “Tease.”
He grins at me and then moves his gaze back to the screen in front of him.
Oh god, I’m nearly shaking in excitement as I get to work cleaning everything as quickly as I can. In my haste, I spill a garbage can and accidentally knock someone’s office phone off their desk, but dammit, I’m in a hurry. I want to taste him again, want to hear him moan for me. It’s such unexpected fun. Who knew that the grumpy guy who caught me on day one was going to be a repeat? I had no idea, but fuck, I’m glad I picked his office to film in.
By the time I turn off the vacuum and make my way to his office once more, Heath’s computer is off and he’s facing the door, his legs spread, the button of his pants undone. Oh fuckity-fuck. He looks so good like this, like a hot ice cream sundae.
Pretty soon, whipped cream is going to be spurting everywhere. I just know it.
I groan and half laugh as I make my way to him, but before I can drop to my knees, he stops me.
“Why were you laughing?” he asks and I shake my head.
“A stupid thought about your cock spurting whipped cream everywhere.”
He huffs and shakes his head and then gently cups my chin. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Pfft,” I snort, as if it’s some sort of hardship. I’ve been thinking about doing this again since the moment he finished last time. “Heath. I want to. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
He looks unsure, so I make sure to drop to my knees and put all his worries to rest.
“I don’t…I’m not…” he says, but I just run my hand along his hard shaft that’s pressing out from his slacks and squeeze.
“I know. But it feels good right?”
“So good,” he says, his head falling back against his chair.
“And you work so hard, you deserve to relax, to have someone take care of you.”
“Yeah…yes,” he gasps as he shifts his hips up and I tug his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. His cock pops out, bobbing before me and I run my nose up the underside of him, inhaling that manly musk he wears so well.
His fingers curl in my hair, tightening as I swirl my tongue over his tip, lapping up the bead of precum sitting there.
My lips slip over him and I drag him into the back of my throat, drawing a hoarse cry from him as I swallow around him.
“Oh fuck,” he says, his fingernails digging into my scalp as he fucks slowly into me.
I let him, for just a few seconds before pulling off him, his spit covered cock looking all sorts of delicious in the dim light. I glance up at him and see that his eyes are fixed on me, his pupils blown out, his lips parted in shock.
I love this. Love it so much.
I descend on him again, sucking him down, bobbing my head, letting him fuck my throat. Whatever he wants. He can have whatever he wants.
“Leo. Leo, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he says far too soon. I don’t want it to be over, so I drag it out, pulling off him and kissing my way down his dick to his balls, dragging each one into my mouth and sucking.
His groans grow louder as I torture him, bringing him to the brink only to let him down slowly.
By the time he’s in my throat again, he’s fucking up roughly into me, his movements jerky, the chair rolling back and hitting the desk with each upward thrust.
I let him use me, his hands holding my head just the way he wants.
And then he unloads into me, his cock jerking wildly in my mouth, his fingernails digging into my scalp.
When he finally comes down from his orgasm, his body shaking, he goes limp.
“I—” He can’t find the words.
I swipe at my wet and swollen lips and lean back on my heels, staring at him.
“Can I jerk myself like this?” I ask, my throat hoarse from the way he used me.
His eyelashes flutter, exposing those dark eyes to me.
“Yeah.”
I nearly crawl over to my bag and pull out my camera and my lube. When I have it set up, exposing only my lower half and his spread legs, I pull my pants down and get to work, telling my fans what just happened and stroking myself wildly, my eyes on Heath who is watching me intently.
It doesn’t take long to get off, my video far too short for some, but hell, I’m not a superhero. Heath is too hot. Too fucking hot for my brain to function and my dick to resist.
As I spill onto the floor near his shoes, I let out a long breath, trying to calm my galloping heart.
“That was fast,” Heath says and I nod, trying to find the words.
“Sucking your dick was hot.”
“Won’t your fans be disappointed?”
“I can…I’ll make it up to them another time.”
“Solo?” he asks and I stare up at him, a question in my eyes.
“I need to find a collaborator, someone to fuck me, but I haven’t had the time to coordinate anything.”
Heath’s nostrils flare and I see his eye twitch, but he doesn’ t say anything else. I wonder what that’s about but only for a moment before I shake it off.
“Anyway, let me clean this up and then clean your office.”
I push myself up and tuck my cock away, walking to my cart to grab some cleaning supplies. Heath watches me intently, his gaze never straying far from me.
When I’m done, he’s all buttoned up, looking perfectly put together. Like none of it ever happened. But it did. I know his little secret.
“You okay?” I ask and he nods, his gaze moving from the floor, to the wall, to me. I feel the intensity of his gaze as it slams into me.
“How fast is your refractory period?”
“Huh?”
“Can you get off again?”
I swallow and nod. “I am very, very fast.”
“Set up your camera and record this.”
“Record what?” I squeak and he stands up and leans against his desk.
“Come here and let me jack you off.”
I nearly expire on the spot, wondering if perhaps I knocked my head in the booger office and am now hallucinating. But when I pinch myself and then slap my face lightly and still see Heath standing against his desk looking like sex on a stick, I realize that I am not imagining this.
Heath just asked me to get off in front of the camera.
He asked to be the one to do it.
Oh hell yes.
Sign me the fuck up.