“Uh-uh,” Cypress grunted. “Look at me.”
Instinctively, Tom squeezed his eyes even tighter. He could feel that he was flushed, drooling, and tears were about to fall at any second from getting face fucked so hard. He probably looked ridiculous, and a coil of shame twisted up in his belly.
“Look at me,” Cypress repeated, thrusting harder and giving Tom’s hair an impatient tug. “I wanna see those pretty eyes when you make me come. Come on… be a good boy.”
Good boy, yes. Tom wanted to be so good. He finally opened his eyes, blinking through the tears to look up at Cypress, and was immediately glad he did.
Cypress’s brow was wrinkled in concentration, his full lips parted and baring his teeth as he panted, and his eyes—God, those gorgeous eyes—were staring down at Tom with such affection and desire that he almost choked.
So distracted by the intense gaze, Tom did end up gagging a little when Cypress came. He swallowed quickly, greedily bobbing his head as he took it all while listening to a sweet litany of praise.
“Such a good boy, such a very good boy. You suck cock so fuckin’ good, fuck, I can’t believe you made me come so fuckin’ fast.” Cypress pulled out slowly, grabbing his dick and rubbing it over Tom’s lower lip.
Tom let his mouth hang open as he caught his breath, shuddering as Cypress’s cock played over the little cut Mrs. Dresser had given him. The pain was so far away, and he smiled from ear to ear. “Mmm… was I really good, sir?”
“You were amazing,” Cypress said, petting Tom’s hair and getting all zipped up again. He offered his hand to help Tom up, soothing the sting with a soft kiss. “Mmm, absolutely amazing.”
Tom pulled his scrubs back up, smoothing his ruffled hair. The pounding of his heart was beginning to return to normal, and he was left with a pleasant hum resonating all the way down to his toes. The satisfaction of pleasing Cypress was different than with any other lover, and he felt so damn good.
And yet in the wake of such bliss, uncertainty was creeping in.
“You do this a lot?” Tom blurted out.
“What?” Cypress grinned. “Extort hot young guys into having sex with me to keep silent about their illegal extracurricular activities?”
“I’m serious.”
“No, I don’t. I do enjoy dominating my partners, that I’ve done many times, but it has been a while since anyone’s caught my interest.”
Dominating… oh, that word conjured up the most sinful images of latex and whips, and Tom was equally enamored and repulsed. He knew people were into that, but he had never thought he’d be one of them.
“And as long I keep doing what you want, you won’t say anything? Right?”
“I also expect you to stop,” Cypress reminded him sternly. “What I saw? That was the last time.”
“It is,” Tom confirmed, surprised by how angry he suddenly was. He felt the overwhelming urge to argue, snapping, “But not because you’re telling me to. Because I want it to stop.”
“Oh, really?” Cypress arched his brows. “And how long have you been doing this, hmm? How many ‘last times’ have there been?”
“It’s complicated!” Tom spat.
“So complicated that you haven’t been able to figure out how to get out of it until I told you to?” Cypress pressed. “Or are you lying to me?”
“I’m not lying.” Tom gritted his teeth, reaching down to rub his sore butt. “It’s someone I work with, okay? I can’t get away from him.”
“Quit.”
“What? No. I’m not giving up my entire career because he’s an asshole.”
“But you’re willing to risk it by selling that shit?” Cypress countered. “So, do you really care about your job or are you too afraid to stand up to this douchebag?”
“What the fuck is your deal?” Tom groaned. “Just because I kinda like this whole ‘you telling me what to do’ thing doesn’t mean you get to just, just get all up in my business.”
“On the contrary,” Cypress declared, stepping back into Tom’s space, “that’s exactly what it means. And we both know that’s what you want.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” Tom whispered bitterly, hoping to sound defiant, but his anger withered when he looked up into those big brown eyes.
“No?” Cypress cupped the back of Tom’s neck and leaned in close. “I know if I told you that I wanna bend you over and fuck you on this counter right this very second, you would.”
