“Have you ever come hands-free before?”
“No,” I grit out.
“You look like you may.”
“Feels like it.”
His fingers keep drawing little designs on my skin, teasing the hell out of me.
He says, “When is the last time you came?”
“I don’t know,” I say, trying to keep my breathing even. “A week, maybe.”
“That’s quite a while for someone your age.”
“I don’t exactly have alone time.”
“Well, being here will be a treat for you then.” He taps my thigh. “Up.” I get to my feet and turn to face him. He looks like he’s struggling too, and I glance down to find him hard as well. Which confuses me.
If we’re both hard, and clearly both want to get off, why not just do it?
Maybe he has someone else for that? I don’t know, but it’s not something I’m comfortable enough asking yet. Maybe tomorrow.
He takes a step closer to me. “If you need to get off, you can.”
“I—what?”
“You could come on me. I wouldn’t hate that.”
Something in his voice has changed. It’s darker. A little mischievous.
“I have a cum fetish. You may as well learn that now. I don’t expect you to get off in front of me today; it’s your first day. But if you want to, I won’t say no.”
“But I thought… I thought you made the rules?”
“I do. And that’s why I’m leaving it up to you.”
I don’t know what the right answer is. Do I want to get off? Fuck yes, I do. My dick hurts, and I feel like I’m going to pass out. I would come so quickly too. And on him? Jesus fucking hell. Me coming on the CEO of Stone Timeworks? How many people can say they did that?
But another part of me feels like this is a test. Is he testing my control? I don’t know, but it’s too much of a thought that I say, “We can save that for tomorrow.”
It hurts me to say it. I don’t want to wait until tomorrow. I want to see him covered in my cum right this fucking second.
He smiles softly, and something like relief is in his eyes.
“I look forward to it,” is his response. “So how about you bend over and show me your hole then, so I have something to think about when I jerk off later?”
I’m so dizzy from his words that I don’t even remember bending over in front of him, but here I am, bent over the coffee table, feeling his eyes burning every inch of my behind. My legs are spread, and I know I’m open to him for him to see. I didn’t wax or shave or anything—I didn’t think to do that since I’ve never done it before, and he didn’t ask me to.
Time passes weirdly, and I have no idea how long I’m spread out for him to feast on with his eyes, but eventually, he pats me on my hip and tells me to kneel.
Though we’ve communicated during each part of this day, he asks me more questions. What my biggest challenge was. What Ienjoyed. What tomorrow will look like. We do exactly what the schedule said and reflect on this day. My dick thankfully goes down, and I can think more clearly. Talking to him like this gives me a peace of mind I didn’t realize I would need.
If we can have so much sexual tension between us, then sit and chat and feel like everything is normal, then we can do anything.
I can do anything.
“And do you feel like you want to come back tomorrow?”