He made a surprised sound but melted into it immediately, his hands coming up to grip my shirt. The bag he’d been carrying hit the floor with a soft thud, forgotten. I backed him up against the wall, pressing my body against his, and felt his cock already hard through those tight jeans.
“Someone’s eager,” he murmured against my lips when we finally broke apart for air.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I admitted, my hands sliding under that mesh shirt to feel his smooth skin. “Couldn’t concentrate on anything else.”
“Good,” he said, his fingers working at the buttons of my shirt. “Because I brought something I think you’re going to like.”
I glanced down at the bag on the floor, then back at him. “Is that?—”
“My toy? Yeah.” He grinned, that wicked gleam in his eyes that I was starting to crave. “You said you wanted to see it. And I thought maybe... you’d like to watch me use it.”
My cock twitched hard in my jeans, and I had to take a deep breath to keep from coming right then and there. “Jesus, Xavier.”
“Is that a yes, Sheriff?” He pushed my shirt off my shoulders, his hands roaming over my chest. “Because I’ve been thinkingabout it too. Thinking about you watching me, that intense stare of yours on me while I ride it. Getting myself ready for this.”
I groaned, capturing his lips again. This man was going to be the death of me, and I was starting to think it might be worth it.
“Yes,” I said when we broke apart. “God, yes. I want to watch you.”
His smile was pure sin. “Then sit down and let me put on a show for you.”
I moved to my desk chair, my legs feeling unsteady. Xavier picked up his bag and set it on my desk, pulling out a large dildo that made my eyes widen. It was thick and realistic, and the thought of watching him take that inside himself had my cock throbbing painfully.
“You like it?” he asked, setting it on the desk. “I picked one that’s about your size. Thought it might be good practice.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry at the implication. Practice for what came next. For when he’d take me instead of silicone.
“You’re killing me,” I managed, adjusting myself in the chair. The fabric of my jeans was practically cutting off circulation at this point.
Xavier’s eyes dropped to my crotch, and he bit his lower lip in a way that should’ve been illegal. “Good. Now sit back and don’t touch yourself. Not until I say you can.”
“Can I at least take my pants off?”
He glanced down at my cock, clearly visible through my jeans. “Yes,” he nodded. “But I’m serious, no touching.”
I nodded eagerly, reaching down to undo my belt buckle. A sigh of relief left my lips as I pulled the denim off, my cock springing free as I spread my legs wide. Already there was pre-cum gathering at my tip, but true to my word, I kept my hands off. I gripped the armrests of my chair, my knuckles going white. This was torture. Beautiful, exquisite torture.
He set the dildo aside for a moment and started stripping, slowly peeling that mesh shirt over his head. I’d seen him shirtless before, but this felt different. This was deliberate, sensual. He was performing for me, and God help me, I was riveted.
The tight jeans came next, and he took his time with those too, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and shimmying them down his hips inch by agonizing inch. No underwear. Of course there wasn’t. The man was completely bare underneath, his cock already hard and leaking.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my grip on the armrests tightening even more.
“Not yet,” he said with a smirk. “But soon.”
He was completely naked now, standing in the middle of my office like some kind of fantasy come to life. Every inch of him was smooth and tanned, not a single hair anywhere except for that perfectly styled dark hair on his head. My eyes tracked down his body, taking in the defined muscles of his chest and abs, the sharp cut of his hip bones, and his cock standing proud against his stomach.
He reached into the bag again and pulled out a bottle of lube, setting it on the desk next to the dildo. Then he surprised me by climbing up onto my desk, pushing aside some papers and my coffee mug to make room.
“Xavier, what are you?—”
“Giving you the best view in the house,” he interrupted, spreading his legs so I could see everything. He was only a foot away from my face now, close enough that I could reach out and touch if I wanted to. But I kept my hands locked on the armrests like he’d told me to.
He uncapped the lube and poured some onto his fingers, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. Then he turned around, his smooth round ass on fully display. His hand reachedbetween his legs, and I watched as he started to work himself open.
His back arched, a soft moan escaping his lips as he pushed one finger inside his tight pink hole. I’d never seen anything so erotic in my entire life. My cock was throbbing so hard it was almost painful, but I didn’t move. Couldn’t move. I was completely transfixed.
“Been thinking about you all night,” he said, his voice breathy as he added a second finger. “Thinking about your hands on me, your tongue… yourthick cock.”
