I stared at him from across the room, watching him do shoulder presses before he moved on to chest presses. He had worked up a sweat, drops of it clinging to the ends of his curly brown hair and running down his face.
It was obscene. It was wrong. It was making my fucking cock ache. But more than that, it was making mychestache. It was almost like a supply and demand thing. The more Link demanded, the more my body seemed to supply.
I felt the telltale tingling. A sign I knew like the back of my hand at this point. I was about to start leaking. At work. Again. Fucking ridiculous.
I glanced down at the clock on the desk. There were another forty minutes before Link’s next client, and I had lunch in ten, so if I played my cards right, I could have an empty chest for the rest of my shift.
Drumming my fingers on the desk, I thought it over. It would be stupid to do at work. But even more stupid would be leaking through my shirt again. Mind made up, I rounded the desk and made a beeline for Link.
When he saw me coming, he stopped mid-rep and sat up. “Everything okay?”
“My chest is full,” I said, keeping my voice low so no one could overhear me.
Link’s eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He was like a dog with a bone. Or, more accurately, a puppy with milk. “Yes. I’m taking lunch in a few. Do you want to help me?”
He dropped the weights on the floor in front of him, nodding so hard his hair bounced around on his head. “Yes. The answer is yes. Will always be yes. I’ll even add a please if you need me to.”
Not necessary. Not right now, at least. Right now, I just needed the pressure to ease so I could work.
“Meet me in the employee bathroom in five minutes. Back stall.”
When Link came into the bathroom exactly fiveminutes later, I already had my shirt pulled up and was massaging my sore pecs.
“Elias?”
“In here.”
He opened the stall door, his eyes widening as he took me in. “Fuck.”
“Lock the door.” He did, then he turned to face me. “We don’t have a lot of time. What are you waiting for? Permission?”
He stared at me for a second before nodding slightly. “Maybe.”
Fuck. Why was that so hot? “You have it. Now be a good boy and come drain me dry.”
He was on me in an instant, a loud moan rumbling in his throat as he sucked my swollen nipple into his mouth. “Shh,” I whispered, stroking his hair as my head fell back against the wall with a thunk. “You have to be quiet.”
I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of his greedy swallows and soft whimpers. Stroking his hair, I let the relief wash over me. “You’re doing so well. Fuck, that feels good.”
He shifted, and I opened my eyes in time to see him cup his cock through his athletic shorts. “What are you doing?”
Popping off my nipple, he looked up at me. “I’m so fucking hard.”
Well, that made two of us. “Take yourself out,” I said softly.
Link smirked at me. “But this is for you, remember?”
Smug bastard. “Tell you what. If you can come before you drain me, I’ll allow it. If not, you’ll have to wait.”
He huffed, working his cock free. “Should be easy enough. I’m always on fucking edge with you and your taste and your scent.”
I could barely see past his hand, but from what I could tell, his shaft was as thick as mine and maybe a bit longer. What really got me, though, was the thick metal ring piercing the head.
I opened my mouth to speak but fell silent when he drew my nipple back into his mouth, resuming his near-frantic sucking. Questions could come later.
“Fuck,” I groaned, as the sound of him jerking off reached my ears. His scent deepened. The rich notes of sandalwood and something more spicy thickened in the air around us until I was nearly choking on it. If I smelled anywhere near this good to him, it was no wonder he was so fucking feral for me.
