Not just the bridge of his nose, then. Wonder where else you’ve got these.
“Where should I leave it, Blake?”
By now, it was quite obvious how much he liked all of this. I was a fool to think my first impression of him when I had him back in my cabin was all wrong. I’d gaslit myself into thinking Icrossed the line when, in reality, I was only just scratching the surface of what he truly wanted.
How he liked to be treated in bed.
“I’m thinking it’ll go right here.” I gave him no warning before I moved down to his inner thigh and gathered the soft skin between my fingers and squeezed it tight into a pinch.
He nearly leapt off the desk with a choked gasp, his back arching far enough to contort him into an entirely different position. The stack of papers closest to him tipped to the side dangerously, swaying with the movement just enough to push it right over the edge. The pile exploded into a heap of a mess, individual pages launched across the small space between the desk and wall.
Oops.
Turning my attention back, I held his skin between my fingers until it turned a flaming red, mimicking exactly what I was going to do with that spot with my mouth in a second.
Blake rocked himself forward in response, his cock desperate for attention I wasn’t giving him just yet. Soon, though, we’d get there.
Letting him go, I split his thighs apart further, practically pressing them both down flush against the desk. His pink hole was taunting me, daring me to swipe a finger over it to test how tight he was. “Maybe I should leave a mark right where everyone can see it.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His thighs were trembling in my hands while he goaded me. “You’d love it if someone pointed it out and asked me about it and I had to make up some excuse to throw them off the trail.”
Yeah, I fucking would.
That shit would have me preening like a damn cockatoo. Loudly and obnoxiously.
Normally, I wasn’t the type to care for marking up my bedmates. It wasn’t that I found the practice distasteful, I simply didn’t care enough to show the world who the person warming my bed was.
They weren’t mine to keep, so why go through the hassle of pretending like they were?
This thing with Blake was different, though. The little flashes of anger, the barely hidden envy for something he didn’t have,thatwas what got me. Ilikedseeing it. I liked seeing him getting all riled up when no one was holding a candle to him to begin with.
It meant he felt something outside of a temporary curiosity I once believed he had. I wasn’t naive or delusional enough to think there would be something more to this by the end of these five weeks, or that we were preordained for something more. Nonetheless, wherever this was going, I’d had my boarding pass already stamped for the destination ready to go.
“You know me so well.” Stepping back from where I was pressed against the desk, giving myself enough room to lower my mouth down to ghost against his thigh. His balls clenched when I blew on them. “Maybe a littletoowell.”
I supposed that should’ve been a scary thought—for someone I just met to already start seeing the deeper parts of me and connecting the dots it took most people years to do. Blake was always some kind of special case, though. A paradox I needed to stop trying to question.
I suctioned my mouth around the spot I’d pinched, sinking my teeth down into the soft, meaty flesh. The musk of him was intoxicating, the slightly salty taste of his skin mouthwatering. I ran my tongue over it, tracing the edges of my teeth where they would soon be leaving a lasting impression.
I caught his thigh in my hand before he could clap it against the side of my head and pin me against him. I sucked on his skin,rolling the spot between my teeth a few times until I got it nice and tender, enough for it to bruise, at least, and stay that way for a few days.
Every time he bent over or squatted, every time he pulled on a pair of pants or shorts that brushed over the spot, every time he climbed up a set of stairs or walked from his office to the mess hall, I wanted it to be tender enough to remind him of me with every step, every movement.
Call it an ego thing or the sliver of narcissism I was bound to have in me from my chosen career path.
Pulling back to survey my work, his thigh was a sharp shade of red, the outer edges of it turning slightly purple. “Perfect.”
He swallowed audibly, his face flushed. “Marlow...”
Such a pathetic way to say my name.
I loved it.
Letting him go just for a second, I stripped my shirt off and made quick work of my pants next. My dick bobbed the moment it was free, the head of it red and angry looking from how rough I had it grinding against the inside of my cargos.
Taking it in my fist, I stroked along the shaft a few times, giving myself a little bit of relief in the meantime. It wasn’t much, not in the way I wanted, but it would do for now.
Blake’s eyes were locked onto my hand, his lips wet from where he’d just swiped his tongue over them. A part of me was desperate to get that mouth around me again, to feel his throat tighten until I spilled down his throat and fed him the dinner he most likely skipped in order to hole himself up here longer.
