“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, shifting my hips to fuck the sliver of space between his legs.
Silas whimpered and arched against me, murmuring my name when I curled my hand around his dick again and stroked. It was rough and disjointed, but I brought him off with my hand at the same time I used the tight grip of his thighs to get myself off. It was nowhere near the worst I’d done to him, but in the tired and vulnerable moments at the end of the night, there was a quiet kind of intimacy in the moment that took my breath away. With one last trembling groan, I sank my teeth into Silas’s pouty lower lip and went still.
“Go to sleep,” I whispered, kissing the place I’d just bitten.
Silas murmured something I couldn’t hear, but when I rolled off of him and onto my back, he chased after me. Flinging a leg over my hip and arranging his head on my chest, Silas was asleep before I even finished getting myself settled beneath him. With cum on my cock and my hand, I kissed the tangle of his hair and let sleep take me too.
CHAPTER 29
SILAS
Monday morning, Marshall let me stay in bed while he got ready for work. It was some kind of luxury, writhing around in his sheets while he dried off from his shower and got dressed. He told me to touch myself while he knotted his tie, and I made as much of a show of it as I could manage. Partially because I hoped he would come back to bed and get me off and partly because I was basically always horny now. Meeting Marshall had been like the flip of a switch, andboom.Suddenly everything was sexual.
He sat down on the edge of the bed with his shiny brown leather shoes between his socked feet, then he coaxed me onto his lap, and then onto my knees. I didn’t need any additional instruction to know what he wanted from me. Carefully after loosening the waxed laces, I slipped his feet into the expensive Italian leather oxfords and tied neat bows. My fingertips danced across the pressed seams of the shoes, and it was Marshall’s gentle but firm hand on the top of my head that guided me down until my chest was flat on the floor and my mouth hovered inches from the leather I’d just been admiring.
I kissed the top of each foot, but the pressure on my head didn’t let up so I kissed his shoes better, using the wet inside ofmy mouth and my tongue until it was the same as kissing his mouth. My hips thrust forward searching for friction that didn’t exist, and then Marshall moved his foot so the toe of his shoe rested against the underside of my chin.
“Good boy,” he praised, and I rocked back onto my heels. “You call me after you meet with Cory and tell me how it went.”
“Yes, Sir.”
How could he talk about work at a time like this?
Marshall straightened to his full height, and I stayed on my knees because it felt so good to be there. His body swayed like he knew he had to go but didn’t want to.
“How close are you to coming?” he asked.
We both looked down at my exposed cock, thick and hard, and pulsating like a lightning rod between my legs.
“Very,” I admitted.
“You did such a good job with my shoes just now,” he said, threading his fingers into my hair and tipping my head back so I was forced to stare up at him. “If you promise to clean them up after you finish, and you can do it in two minutes, you can come.”
“You want me to come on your shoes.” I curled a sweaty palm around my shaft and stroked. Two minutes would be more than enough time.
“I want to go to work with clean shoes,” he corrected, brow raised. “And I’m leaving in two minutes.”
His grip on my hair was punishing enough that I had nowhere to look besides his face. No other option than to catalog the fine lines that fanned out from the corners of his eyes while he watched me and the way one side of his mouth quirked up every time I whimpered. My orgasm crept closer, and Marshall nodded his approval, encouraging me along, and it was his visible consent and desire for me that sent me over the edge.
I did my best to angle my cock toward his shoes, but I was so hard I could have cut diamonds and the bend was painful. When I came, cock pulsing in my fist, the only sound that left my throat was a rasping gasp. My body still spasmed from my orgasm, but I knew time was ticking. He released my hair, and I kept a firm hold around the base of my shaft as I went back down to the position he’d had me in before.
I’d managed to shoot most of my load onto his shoes, and I groaned at the way the salt of my cum tasted with the sharp leather of his shoes. I licked and kissed and sucked him clean until he tapped me on the shoulder with his other foot.
“Impressive,” he murmured, helping me to my feet this time. My dick was still hard, but he didn’t shy away in pulling me close.
“I don’t care,” he said, the wool of his slacks dragging over my cum-sticky shaft. “Let everyone I meet with today wonder what I was doing before work.”
My knees went weak.
Marshall kissed the corner of my mouth, using his tongue to lick a drop of cum from my lips.
“Call me after you meet with Cory,” he said again.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Will you be here when I get home?”
“I…don’t know,” I admitted.
