Chapter 13
Wesley
Instantly, he backs me against the wall. I feel Pierce’s cock press into me as he runs his hands through my hair, pulling me closer to him. My hands slide up and down his back, then into his hair. He pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth, and I shiver.
“Hmm, so we're going to make out instead?” I ask.
“Something like that,” Pierces replies before kissing me again.
Pulling back, he spins us around and lifts me onto his desk. My legs spread, and he stands between them, gripping my thighs as he slams his lips down on mine. I sit on my hands and let him touch me.
My cock is aching in my pants, and I only get a moment of relief when he touches me.
“Mmm,” I groan against his lips.
Our lips part, and we both look down at where Pierce is rubbing my dick over my slacks.
“You want my mouth, baby?” He teases my lips with his tongue as my breath hitches.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan. I reach to touch him, but he grips my wrist and pins it behind my back.
He chuckles darkly. “I’ll suck that cock, baby, but only if you keep your hands to yourself. So, will you be a good boy and keep your hands on the desk?”
I nod enthusiastically and he grins at me.
Releasing my wrists, I put my hands on the desk and watch as Pierce shrugs off his suit jacket, places it on a chair, and kneels between my legs. I never thought I’d see him like this. In my dreams, sure, but he’s such a dominant man that I figured this was something he wouldn’t do. At least, that’s been my experience with other super-dominant guys.
I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.
The way he unzips my pants and fishes out my cock with urgency tells me exactly how wrong I am. He seems excited about going down on me. The urge to touch him is strong. I can see his dick pressing against his slacks, and I want to touch it—stroke it. I don’t know what I want more, him touching me or me touching him.
But all those thoughts go out the window when his mouth envelops me. So fucking hot and wet. I exhale out loud and grip the desk. He’s not gentle as he sucks me. His cheeks hollow out, and he bobs his head up and down like it’s his mission to drive me wild with need.
It’s working.
“Fuck me,” I gasp when he cups my balls and rolls them in his warm hand.
A passing thought makes me ask, “What happens if I can’t keep my hands on the desk?”
He lifts up with a wicked smirk on his face. “Then I’m going to stop sucking your cock, punish your ass and send you back out there with your cock hard and aching.”
My eyebrows lift. “Seriously?”
“I’m always serious,” he replies. “Your ass will be red and filled with my cum, and you won’t be able to do a thing about it.”
Images of me over his knee getting spanked, dripping with cum, penetrate my mind, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me.
“I had a feeling you’d like that, you little slut. Now be quiet and let your boss make you come.”
My mouth closes tight, and I watch him go back to bobbing his head. The slurping and kissing sounds are the best soundtrack to this moment. I try not to come too quickly. The visuals and the sounds don’t help. Plus, he’s incredible. He knows just how to squeeze and suck and lick.
“Jesus fuck,” I hiss when his tongue plays with the tip of my cock, and he licks the drops of pre-cum seeping out.
Pierce pulls back, and I whimper at the loss of the warmth. He reaches into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulls out a clear silicone tube and a bottle of lube. The tube has a bunch of ridges inside of it and looks somewhat like a penis.
“Have you used one of these before?” Pierce asks.
“I’m not sure what that is,” I say honestly. I mean, I know it’s probably a sex toy, but I couldn’t tell anyone the name of it. Based on the shape and whose desk it’s in, I’d guess that he’s about to put my dick inside it. Said dick twitches at the thought.
“So… you don’t know, but you have an idea. I see,” he says.
Pierce stands up and tells me not to move as he goes to the bathroom to wash the toy.
“It’s a flesh light,” he tells me as he returns.
He opens the bottle of lube and pours some into the clear silicone. Using two fingers, he rubs it in, coating the inner walls of the toy. Then he pours some lube over my cock.
Leaning down, he positions my cock at the opening and whispers, “Do you want to guess how many times my cock has been inside this toy?” Then he lowers it onto my cock, and it swallows me.
“Holy shit,” I groan through gritted teeth. It’s a little warm from the water and very slippery from the lube. I watch as it encompasses me, the sounds bordering on pornographic.
I’ve never used sex toys before, but after this, I’m reconsidering.
He jacks me off using the toy as he licks the shell of my ear. It’s got the tightness of Pierce’s fist with the slickness of his mouth. He doesn’t just pump it up and down. He turns his wrists as he slides it up, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Just last week, I came in this toy, watching you parade around downstairs. I saw you working hard. Those arms were shaking and pouring. I could see your muscles from upstairs. The sweat around your neck… I couldn’t help myself. I know it’s wrong, but if you’d only seen yourself, I bet you’d understand.”
Pierce grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him as he goes faster and faster.
“I have more toys at my place. The things I could do to you are endless. And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you try some of them on me.” He winks, and I nearly come right there.
He slows down his movements and seems to get serious.
“I don’t normally have people at my place. I never invite men or women over for sex. The toys I got are basically just for me but I would really like to have you over.”
I look at him, shocked. Given our “friends with benefits” relationship and that he just said he doesn’t have people in his place, I’m surprised that he wants me to come over. Based on his face, he’s shocked, too. I give him a moment to take it back, but he doesn’t. He just fucks me with his toy and waits for my answer.
“Yes,” I breathe, despite some of me thinking it’s a bad idea. I can’t ignore the part of me falling for him—despite his reluctance and him being my boss. I can’t help it. It seems like my heart will just have to deal with the consequences of whatever this is.
He smiles and says, “Good boy,” before stroking me faster.
My balls draw up, and I am dangerously close to the edge. Pierce's smile fades and is replaced by a darkening of his eyes.
“Beg me to come, Boy. Don’t make me punish you. Unless that’s what you want.”
I consider that, but I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, and I don’t want Derek asking any questions.
“Fuck. Please. Oh, my God, Pierce. Please, let me come. Please, Sir,” I beg, my knuckles white from strain and my cock aching so badly. My mind is dizzy with lust, and I’m hanging by a thread.
“That’s a good boy. Yes, you can come. Come all over my toy. Cover it with your cum, Boy.”
Pierce slams his lips against mine and swallows my cry as I orgasm. My hips jack up, and he keeps jerking me off through my climax.
When he gets every drop of cum, and he takes the toy off me, I lie flat on his desk with a thunk. I’m panting, and so is Pierce. I look up at him under my lashes and see his chest heaving and sweat on his brow.
“Fuck, I love watching you come,” he says, then heads to the bathroom to clean up the toy.
I lift my head and see that the cum that’d landed on his hand doesn’t get washed off. Instead, he licks it off. If I had any energy at all, that’d make me hard.
After a quick clean-up, I regain some energy as Pierce sits behind his desk.
“Enjoy your shift,” he says, putting the toy back in his drawer.
“You don’t want to…”
“No. That was for you. Plus, you’ve been gone for a while and I don’t think either one of us are ready to make whatever this thing between us public” He nods at the clock.
“Okay,” I say, agreeing. But it makes me wonder what this is and what if it will ever be public.
I reach for the door handle to leave but then turn to ask one last question.
“Hey, your offer to spend the weekend with you… did you mean that?”
His face doesn’t change, so I’m not sure what’s happening in his head, but he says, “Yes. I did mean it. I’ll get you the address and the time. I expect you to be on time.”
He smirks, and I feel some tension releasing from my shoulders. I go back to work with a smile on my face.