“Fucking Christ, you’re hot, Blackwood.”
“Thanks. So are you.”
“Touch yourself.” My hand dropped to my cock, but he said, “No. Not there. Put on a show for me.”
“Ok.” It was awkward but so fucking hot I leaked. I ran my hands over my chest and down my abs. It took me a few seconds to get into it.
“Tweak your nipples.”
I pinched each of them at the same time and yelped at the burst of erotic pain. Everything about him as he barked out orders was sexy and different. His face, stance, and voice were unlike anything I’d seen or heard from my boss. Even in mydrunken state, I could see a truth to it, a real part of himself. His natural inclination to lead mixed with his raging desire—the sex-possessed man in charge. It made me leak more.
“Fuck yeah, Blackwood.” His voice dropped another octave and added more grit. “Turn around and show me your ass.”
Bending over for him was the hottest thing I had ever done. Trying to guess what he’d like the most was so arousing, I found it hard to breathe. I always loved attention, but it was different. I wasn’t being lauded—I was being evaluated. Not sized up, but priced out. I was a piece of meat to this new Alec, and I had never needed to jack off to completion more in my life.
“How does your finger taste?”
“Hmm?” I asked. I didn’t think I was supposed to speak, but I was confused.
“I asked you how your finger tastes.”
“I don’t… know?”
“Then why don’t you find out?” he said, his face breaking into a smug grin.
I got the picture and started to lick and suck on my finger like a porn star. Giving my digit fellatio for Alec’s amusement and arousal. Hamming it up and trying to look like a slut.
“Good?”
“Mm-hmmm.”
“Looks good.”
“Mmmm.”
“Why don’t you try some more? Take it a little deeper.”
I’d never sucked a cock, much less deep-throated one, but I tried to on my index finger. It was sexy for a moment, then I went too deep and gagged.
Alec sat up. “Don’t go so deep next time.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I like the sound of that.” His grin was less smug, but bigger. “Play with your balls. But don’t touch your dick ‘till I tell you.”
My balls were just shaved and heavy with the load I hadn’t gotten to shoot. I juggled them in my hand, watching myself and Alec’s face back and forth.
“You got big balls.” He smirked harder. “In life and in your pants. You like ‘em?”
“My balls?” It was a silly question, and I made a silly face. His brow went flat, a silentjust play alongthat didn’t need explaining. “Yeah, I do. I love my balls. So big and floppy right now,” I said, lifting them and letting them fall back onto my thighs with a smack.
“Bet you do. Bet you shoot big loads, too.”
“Sometimes. Depends on how turned on I am.”
“How turned on are you right now? “
That question hit me hard. I’d never been so horny in my life. “Very.”
