Chapter 6
Wesley
“Oh, fuck…,” I moan as Pierce crawls up the bed and settles himself between my legs. His warm body presses against mine, his lips kiss my pulse, and our erections grind against each other.
Pierce’s eyes are full of lust under those dark frames, and I feel my cock twitch just looking at him. I look down and see that I’m naked while he’s fully clothed. The power dynamic is palpable. Being bare in his presence sends a rush of pleasure down my spine. Like I’m his fuck toy.
I groan as he bites my neck and licks away the sting. His other hand slides up my rib cage, then thumbs my nipple, causing an electrical zing to run through me.
“Fuck. Please, Pierce.”
“Shh, baby. No talking. This body is mine to play with.” Pierce kisses his way down my body, then envelopes his mouth over my raging erection.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my hips bucking upwards into his hot mouth.
He pushes me back down and holds me as he sucks my cock and plays with my balls.
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes, baby. Oh my, God,” I moan, my head thrashing on the pillow as white-hot pleasure rushes through me.
“Motherfucker…” I groan when he squeezes my balls. “I’m so close. So fucking close. Please don’t stop.” I beg him.
Then…
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Fuck me!” I gasp. My eyes shoot open, and my hard cock is tenting my sheets. My hand is wrapped around the shaft while my other hand holds my balls.
Shit. It was just a dream.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
That is most certainly not.
“Wesley!” Minnie calls out, and I jump out of bed, willing my hard cock to cool it the fuck down before I see her.
I wrap my bed sheet around my waist as I open my bedroom door and see a wide-eyed Minnie on the other side.
“Fucking hell Min, what’s wrong?”
“There is a fucking pigeon in the house!” she squeals and shudders. “You know how I hate birds, Wes. Please do something. I opened the window for some fresh air, and that… that… THING just flew in.”
I walk past her and into my kitchen, where a pigeon is cooing at the edge of the counter. He cocks his head side to side but otherwise doesn’t move. Minnie cowers behind me.
“What are you going to do?” she whispers. “Hey, what if you use the bed sheet?” She tugs on the material, not knowing that I am bare and hard under it.
“Um, let’s not. I may have run out of my room with just this on and… I sleep naked.”
“Why the hell did you do that?” Minnie asks.
“I thought you were in trouble. I thought taking the time to find shorts and put them on would take too long.”
I look around my apartment for literally anything else when my eyes hit the laundry basket I left in the living room.
Slowly Minnie and I make our way to the basket.
I know that I’m going to have to do this. But if I do, I’m not sure I can hold the basket and the sheet at the same time.
Please let there be underwear or shorts in there.
I look in the wicker basket and find a pair of underwear but it’s Minnie’s as well as her skirt. Other than that, there’s just a T-shirt and that won’t help.
Fuck. Either way, the erection is going to show.
“Okay, I’m going to go back to my room and get some shorts,” I tell Minnie.
“What if the bird flies away before you get back?” Minnie’s eyes are wide with fear at what the pigeon might do.”
“I’m sure it’ll stay put.”
Her eyes shoot to where I’m white-knuckling the sheet, to my eyes, then back again.
“What if I just don’t look? Please. I’m freaking out here. I’m terrified of birds. I just want it out. It’s just a penis, Welsey. I’ve seen them before,” she says, waving her hand in the general direction of my torso.
I shrug, not really concerned about being bare. I don’t want my friend seeing me, but if Minnie isn’t looking, I’ll go for it. I don’t want this bird to fly somewhere where I can’t get it.
I take a deep breath, drop the sheet, and empty the basket before moving in on the bird. Slowly, I step towards the bird, who’s just casually strutting across the counter. I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do once I get the bird under the basket, but I’ll get to part two after I finish part one.
I figure if I go quickly, that might freak the bird out more, so I gently place the basket over its head, and it did… nothing. I let go of the basket and take a few steps back. No noise comes from under the wicker. I’m not too sure that the bird has noticed.
I look at the window and back at the basket.
Okay, what now?
Below the open window is my plastic blue sled, which I haven’t put away since the winter. I grab that, line it up with the counter, and slowly push the basket to the edge. That’s when the bird inside starts to panic. I can hear the flutters of his wings, and he hits the sides of the basket, almost tipping it over.
“Minnie, get over here!” I call out, needing help.
Minnie groans anxiously, but I seriously need help. Keeping her eyes closed, she comes to the counter.
“You can open your eyes. My dick is very flaccid right now.”
She peaks her eyes open but keeps them up high.
“For the record, just because it’s down doesn’t mean I want to see it. You’re like a brother to me.” Minnie smiles, starting to find this whole situation funny.
I chuckle and guide Minnie to where I am.
“Okay, here’s the plan. You hold the basket, and I’ll hold the sled. Together, we will walk over to the open window. You lift the basket, and I shove the sled out the window. Once the bird is outside, we close the window. Got it?”
Minnie nods, looking at our path towards the window.
“Okay. On three,” she says.
“Right. Okay. One. Two. Three.” After counting us down, we walk slowly to the window.
The bird is silent underneath, and there’s a chance that this will go smoothly.
When we arrive at the window, I lay the edge of the sled against the window sill, and Minnie slowly lifts up the basket. Once cleared, we watch the pigeon strut along the plastic sled, almost not knowing what’s happening.
To keep the window open, there’s a stick that stands upright, and when I start to slide the sled outside onto the fire escape, I accidentally knock over the stick, and the window slides down, startling the bird that was thankfully already on the other side. It flew away in a huff. But unfortunately for me, the window slams against my hands, trapping my fingers between the wood and the sled.
“Ow! Motherfucker!” I scream and pull my hands in.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Minnie gasps and holds my hands, examining them.
“Yeah, I think so.”
I hear someone clear their throat and turn to see Pierce staining behind us, wearing his signature dark suit with his hands in his pockets. Brows furrow above his black-rimmed glasses as his eyes volley between Minnie and me until they land on my naked body. Then his eyes go dark. I’m suddenly very aware of my naked state, and that he’s looking at me like that doesn’t help. My cock twitches, and I will myself to calm down.
“You know what?” Minnie says, breaking the silence. “I have a Zoom meeting in like ten minutes, so I’m going to… um… yeah… like, go.” She backs into her room, not before giving me a thumbs up and a wink.
Traitor.
I cover my junk with my hands as I slowly walk to the dropped blanket that happens to be sitting at Pierce’s feet. Our eyes meet, and I can already feel the heat of what my bending down to pick it up connotates. Part of me wants to bend down for it and not stand afterwards. Instead, I want to stay down, take his dick in my hand, and put him in my mouth.
We stare at each other. A stalemate before Pierce bends down and picks up the blanket, handing it to me.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice already hoarse, images of my dream coming back to me as I tie the sheet around my waist.
“You’re welcome,” he says in his sexy baritone voice and pushes his glasses up his nose.
“Um, what are you doing here? And how did you get in? And where is your decency? You didn’t even announce yourself. And how do you know where I live?” I ask.
“I want to talk to you. When I got here, I heard a scream, and your door was unlocked for some stupid fucking reason, so I opened it, and you two seemed too concentrated on getting the bird out. I didn’t want to say anything and mess it up. And your file, which I have access to, has your address. Satisfied?” he asks, his voice sharp like he’s mad that the door was unlocked.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Warmth fills my chest as I look into his eyes and see the caring gaze. I didn’t know he was capable of that, but apparently, he is, and it makes me melt.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, rubbing my hands. “I think I was more shocked than hurt,” I add.
Pierce pulls his hands out of his pockets and takes my hand.
“I’m fine—”
“Just let me,” he says, interrupting my refusal of his help.
I nod and let him examine my hands. There is a red rectangle across the backs of my palms, but other than that, I’m fine. Pierce runs his warm fingers across my skin, and again my cock twitches.
I clear my throat. “You didn’t really answer my question,” I say.
“What was it?” Pierce asks, not looking up from my hands as he flips them over to check the other side. An erotic electric shock runs up my spine as his fingertips graze the inside of my hand.
“I asked you what you’re doing here. You couldn’t have possibly heard a yell from the other side of town.”
Pierce sighs and drops my hands.
“I—” He looks over to where Minnie disappeared, then back at me.
“Can we talk in private?”
“There’s no one here.”
“I know, but someone could walk in,” he says, reminding me of my unlocked door.
I could have sworn I locked it. Maybe Minnie went out and didn’t lock it again since she was awake.
I take a deep breath and then walk him into my room. I walk to the closet to get some clothes as he takes in my room. I watch him as I put on a pair of sweatpants. His face doesn’t say much. He twirls a ring on his pinky as he takes in my room. It’s not messy, but it’s not exactly clean, either. There is nothing on the floor other than one pillow, but my desk has a bunch of random shit on it. There’s dust on the outside of my windows, causing them to be less clear and have a more yellow hue as the sun shines through them.
When his eyes sweep over to me by my closet, he quickly turns away, and I see his fist clench against his side.
I put on a shirt and exit the closet, putting the blanket back on the bed.
“So, what are you doing here?” I cross my arms, trying to feel unaffected by the way he looks in my small room, making his already big frame even bigger.
He clears his throat and turns to face me.
“I came here to apologize for my behavior.”
My brows raise. He’s apologizing? I thought I was the one who started it. Or is apologizing for lying to me?
“What for?” I ask.
“Well, lying for one. I never should’ve said I didn’t know you when I did. That was immature. I’m also sorry for yelling at you. I was a jealous prick. And… as for what happened in the office…”
Just by how his voice trails off and his eyes darken, I know he’s thinking about it.
Same, buddy.
“Listen,” I say. “I started it… what happened in the office. I should be apologizing. I was just really pissed at you. I knew you knew me, and I wanted to prove it, and I did it… wrong. If you want to fire me, I understand.”
Now, it’s his turn to raise his eyebrows.
“No,” he says. “I don’t want to fire you. I should, but let’s be honest, what we did was both our doing. I could have stopped it, but I didn’t.”
I nod, agreeing. Then, my mind goes back to what he said earlier.
Was he jealous?
“Wait, you were jealous?”
Pierce pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, then slowly releases it, making me hold back a moan.
“Yes. I know that because I’m your boss, we can’t… let’s say, pick up where we left off. But nevertheless, just the thought of you with someone else got me jealous.”
I grin. I can’t help it. The infallible Pierce Donnelly is jealous.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” he says.
I chuckle. “Well, it’s not every day you get the guy who never says how he’s feeling admitting to you that he’s jealous. No one’s ever been jealous in regards to me.”
His body shifts, and he takes a step towards me.
“Truly? Never?”
I shake my head.
“I find that hard to believe. You’ve never had someone who couldn’t stand the thought of you being in someone else’s arms?” he asks.
Pierce clears his throat and continues, “I tried feeling sorry for what happened in the office. I knew it shouldn’t have happened, but every time I think about it… I don’t feel regret. My only regret attached to that moment was that I made you so mad. You were right, obviously. I do remember you. I haven’t forgotten about you.”
His admission makes me take a step back. I barely expected an apology when he finally admitted to knowing me. Still, I didn’t expect him to say he’d never forget me.
I walk to him, his cologne making my mouth water.
“Then what the fuck was all that? Telling me you didn’t know me crap. And making my life miserable.”
Another bout of regret seems to hit him in the gut again, but I don’t take it back. It sucked.
“I thought,” Pierce explains. “That if I didn’t acknowledge knowing you, it would keep us at a distance. Making you… miserable around me was meant to make you hate me so nothing would happen. I needed you to hate me. I thought it was easier that way.”
“Well, it worked,” I say, but as soon as the words exit my mouth, I regret them. Because I don’t hate him. Yeah, he’s irritated the shit out of me, but I never hated him.
“I’m very sorry,” Pierce says solemnly.
“I believe you,” I reply, slapping him on the shoulder and then sitting on my bed.
My mind is whirling. Why did he choose to ignore me? Why couldn’t he have just said that what happened that night will never be mentioned again and leave it at that? There is something there. I think he’s afraid of something. And I want to know what it is.
I also want to know what comes next after this apology?