Page 74 of Unspoken Confessions
“And what did it do to you?” he asked and his voice sounded a little strained.
His hands went to the top of the desk, palms pressing down, fingers spread wide. His eyes were staring right through the other side of the desk and since it was glass, I knew he could see exactly what thinking about him had done to me.
I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs a little more. I kept my eyes pinned to him as I reached for my zipper and drew it down. Slipping my hand inside my briefs, I gave myself a few slow strokes. Damn, my cock felt like it was on fire.
Jameson’s eyes were taking in everything I was doing. When his tongue darted out and rolled over his bottom lip, I could only think about having his mouth on me.
I pulled my cock out, showing him how much I was leaking because of him.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, but didn’t take his eyes off of me.
Wrapping my hand around my hardness, I began to stroke myself.
Fuck was right!
This was so hot and… freeing.
My heavy breaths filled my ears and somehow turned me on even more.
Running my hand over the head of my cock, I swiped away the wetness that was collecting there. I gripped myself a little tighter as my movements quickened with ease. My back bowed and my head pressed into the padded headrest to the point I couldn’t push anymore. Jameson’s eyes jerked to meet mine. And, oh, fuck me, I was about to come. They were so intense as he took everything in. His pupils were spread so wide that I could only see a small ring of silver holding the black in.
“Jamie.” His name spilled out of my mouth low and raw.
“Come for me, Nicky. Come with my eyes on you. Come seeing how hard it is for me to hold back myself while watching how hot you are. Come knowing that as soon as you’re done, I’m going to fuck you.”
That did it.
My head tilted back and I roared out my orgasm as I came hard. My hand worked frantically as jet after jet shot out of me. And I didn’t stop until I had wrung the last drop free.
“What a beautiful mess you’ve made, Nick.”
Feeling slightly lightheaded, I blinked my eyes open. I saw him smiling down at the desk and only then did I shift my focus to take in the image that he was.
I almost wanted to laugh.
There was cum everywhere. Stuck to the underside of my desk, dripping down my cock, even covering my hand.
It was… in a way, beautiful. But I felt that way because it had been this moment that we’d shared together. I was private yet I felt exposed. It was hot, of course, and intimate even though he hadn’t once touched me.
“Up,” he growled at me, and with my spent cock still hanging out over the top band of my briefs, I rose. I wasn’t going to deny him.
He stalked around the desk and with the ball of his foot, he pushed the chair out of the way.
His hand, hot and heavy, flatted on my back between my shoulder blades. I folded over the desk because I knew this was what he wanted. And I wanted it too.
My cheek pressed against the unforgiving cool glass.
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face if I tried.
A condom wrapper hit the desk right next to my face, looking as if it had been torn open in a hurry.
I flinched as I felt the cold lube hit my crack and trickle down slowly. His hands palmed my cheeks and he spread me open. I loved the rumble in his chest as he took in the sight before him. I wished I could have seen it from his point of view, but knowing how it turned him on was enough to understand the scene.
I felt his thumb brush over my greedy hole. He didn’t give into my fidgeting. He continued to hold me open and run the tip of his thumb over me. This torturing move had my cock waking again. Then, finally, he pressed the thick digit into me. I groaned once it popped inside and he released my cheek so he could hook it inside of me. It retreated with a slowness that had my eyes crossing.
My, God, the things he could do to me.
I didn’t want him to ever stop.
