Page 69 of Paper Roses

I groan as he strokes my thigh and traces the outline of my cock which is protruding lewdly. I make a choked sound as he rubs it, and then cant my hips, pushing towards his hand.

“Up,” he commands.

I arch off the desk so he can pull down my trousers and briefs. They catch on my shoes, and, with a frustrated noise and quick movements, he removes them. And then he takes care of everything else. I barely have time to focus on the fact I’m naked before he spreads my legs and steps between them.

“What are you doing?” I whisper and then give a startled cry as he licks my penis.

He looks up, his eyes heavy-lidded and fierce. “You have to be quiet.”

I swallow hard as I nod obediently.

He grabs my shirt and shoves it at me. “Put that in your mouth if you need to make noise.”

“I just want you to know this is the hottest thing that’severhappened to me,” I say earnestly.

A gleam of humour appears in his eyes. “Stick with me, kid. There’s more where this comes from. It’s also going to be the quickest, because we don’t have time for foreplay.”

“How is eventhathot?”

He rolls his eyes before lowering his head slowly towards my groin. My cock bobs in the air as if it’s shouting, “Pick me!” and I gasp when he takes the head into his mouth and sucks on it, his cheeks hollowing like he’s sucking a lollipop.

The feeling is incredible. His mouth is so hot, the suction tight, and I thrust involuntarily upward, pushing into his throat until he makes a choking sound. I go still and begin to apologise, but he just sucks harder, his eyes full of approval.

I rest back on my hands, gazing avidly at the sight before me. I’m naked on my boss’s desk and he has my cock in his mouth. I arch into every suck, reaching out to trace his lips with my fingertip. They’re stretched tight and damp with spit. He pulls back and I moan as he takes my fingers into his mouth to suck and lick at the digits the same way he did with my cock. I writhe helplessly, because I want more, but I want his mouth on my cock again too. I groan needily.

He pulls away, clasping my dick again. “Be quiet,” he growls before taking me deep.

I stuff my shirt into my mouth, breathing heavily through my nose. My arms don’t want to hold me up, and I lie back, staring dazedly at the ceiling as he bobs over my groin. He sucks me even deeper, swallowing around my dick. The feeling is so intense that I slam my eyes shut and moan into my cotton gag. I reach down with both hands and grab his head to feel his thick hair between my fingers.

He goes after me like a starving man, licking at me, blowing cool air over my sensitive skin, then sucking me again and againbefore restarting the whole process. I might be in heaven. When he moves away again, I make a garbled protest, forcing my eyes open. I gasp at the sight of him.

His lips are swollen, the high colour in his face making his eyes very bright. He strips off his jacket and throws it to the floor before unbuttoning his shirt with long, nimble fingers. I look greedily at his tight abs and hair-roughened chest. I hadn’t been able to see much in the dim light of the bedroom last night, and he’s beautiful, with wide, powerful shoulders and biceps that bulge as he unbuckles his belt.

“Open your legs. Let me see you,” he orders.

I slam my eyes shut, concentrating on not coming. Then I open them and very slowly and deliberately spread my legs. He can see everything in this position, but it doesn’t make me shy. Instead, I revel in the look of intense arousal on his face.I did that, I think in delight. Jed Walker wants plain and boring Artie Campbell.

“What do you want?” he asks, sliding his hand down his cock.

I look at the long, hard length greedily. He’s thick and I wonder if I should be worried about him hurting me. No. Jed wouldneverhurt me.

I pull my shirt away from my mouth and say, very clearly, “I want you to fuck me.” I was going to say “make love to me,” but that might result in me putting my clothes back on.

His eyes flare. “Are you sure?”

“Completely sure.Please, Jed.” The begging rekindles my need, and I arch into the air as if fucking it. “Please.” I fist my cock. “I need you inside me.”

I gasp as he flicks my hand away. The sting makes my blood run warm and heavy between my legs.

“We haven’t got much time.” He grabs his messenger bag and draws out a condom and a packet of something that I presume is lube.

I sit up. “Can I put it on you?”

He shuts his eyes for a second. When he opens them, his eyes flare hot with need I’ve never seen before. With his red cheeks and swollen mouth, there isn’t much left of the formerly civilised Jed. The thought thrills me enormously.

“You’ve done it before?” he asks.

“Not really. Ben and I were each other’s first, so we went bare.”

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