Page 31 of Enticement
“What?” He wondered if Ross could detect his smile, even as he grumblingly followed the command.
“Comfortable?”
“Look, what’s this about? I’ve only got a few minutes.”
Kit deliberately didn’t answer, although maybe the pause in itself said volumes. It certainly said plenty to him about the images in his head. “Undo your fly.”
“Kit.” Ross’s voice sank to a choked whisper. The guy was no doubt surreptitiously looking around to make sure none of the veterinary assistants were going to interrupt. “Bleedin’ hell. I can’t do this right now.”
Ignoring the protest, Kit cleared his throat. “Slowly now, Ross, so that I can hear the bite of the metal teeth as you unzip.”
Tense prickles rode up his thighs as he waited for the crucial decision. Relief washed the sensation higher, into his balls, when he heard the corresponding scratch of the steel teeth parting. He grinned at the mouthpiece, his teeth clamped together. This was going well. Better than he’d anticipated.
“Ready?”
“No.”
“My head hurts for more than one reason. You should’ve let me finish this earlier.”
“Shit!”
“Now wrap that big hand of yours around that equally big boner, and let’s hear you pumping it.”
The only response he got was a grunt. Comfortably reassured by that, Kit sank back against the leather cushions and closed his eyes. Ross’s image formed crisp and whole in his brain. Dark tailored trousers, worn with a charcoal sweater that accentuated the breadth of his shoulders and narrowness of his hips, and topped by a standard issue white lab coat. He was standing, bottom to the worktop in the narrow windowless kitchen at the surgery, his mobile pressed to his left ear and his hand just covering the gash formed by his open fly. Overhead, the electric strip light made a constant, bleating whine.
“Are you doing it?”
“Yes.”
Kit’s arousal climbed a fraction higher at the affirmative. One handed, he unfastened his belt buckle and released his own fly. Beneath, his shaft had already begun to fill with blood and lay diagonally inside his underwear. His balls were pulled up tight against his body, already heavily loaded after a series of frustrating encounters. Hell, he liked to ratchet up the tension, but today hadn’t seen much relief. “Are you hard?” he asked.
“Yes.” The admission was more exciting than the touch he bestowed on himself.
“Imagine it’s my hand. Now, wrap your fist around the shaft and stroke it. Up and down, real slow, so the head peeps out between the ring of your forefinger and thumb.”
“Shit!” Ross hissed, clearly obeying.
“That’s right,” said Kit, now circling his thumb over the tip of his own cock. Concentrating became a little harder as blood surged towards his loins and shivers began to run down his now fully hard shaft.
“Are you wanking too?” asked Ross.
“Do you want me to be?”
“Yes.”
“I’m touching myself, Ross. I’m leaking a little and I’m rubbing it into the head and I’m thinking of you, and how much I want to be there with you, touching you.”
“Christ!” The exclamation sounded rough in Ross’s throat, all croaky and exhilarating. In response, Kit squeezed his cock, his fingers curling, muscles working of their own accord. Gradually, his hips started to rock too. He gripped the phone more tightly than his flesh and tried to rein himself in a little. Ross’s breathing had become light and rapid.
“I know what you taste like,” Kit continued. “And I want you to come in my mouth again, so I can drink you down. But there’s other stuff I want us to do too. Things I’ve thought about. Thinks I’ve got off thinking about all the time we’ve been apart. Have you still got that chair, Ross? You know the one I mean, the leather wingback. It’s not here in the living room. Is it upstairs in your bedroom?”
“It’s here in my office.”
“I want to lie naked in that chair, my arse up on the arm, and my legs up over my head and I want you to fuck me, Ross. It’s not something I’m prepared to do with anyone else. Do you understand me? I won’t let anyone but you take me like that.”
“Oh, god!”
“We have to do that soon.”
