My blood surges through my veins like a wild river.
What I want is to lean down and drag my tongue over his ring. Damn it. I have lost my mind.
But we’re not alone, I jerk my head toward Dr. Lee and… what the fuck?!
He is wearing headphones. What is that supposed to mean?!
He obviously wants us to understand that this moment is ours. This too is done with intent. Sexual bonding, right here, in his office.
But I am already too deep in arousal to stop.
And then I do it, fuck! I lean down and slide my tongue around his delicate ring.
Salt’s head snaps up, his eyes locking onto mine. The pupil of his gray eye is so blown out that it nearly matches the other one now.
He is breathing fast. His gaze flicks briefly toward Dr. Lee and then comes back to me.
We hold eye contact.
Slowly, purposely, I lower myself again, and the tip of my tongue subtly pokes at his tiny star, nudging it open just a little.
Salt stares at this with a strange kind of fascination, and then it happens right in front of my eyes.
His cock, which had been completely soft until now, is not so soft anymore.
As my tongue makes slow, wet, swirling movements, sliding into his tightness, Salt’s shaft visibly thickens.
His eyes drop to it, he swallows, then he quickly covers his hardening length with his hand, pressing it against his stomach as it reaches almost full mast.
I pull back slightly and lift the probe because I have not forgotten why I am here. Now that his small opening is loosened and slick, I press the tip there and whisper, "May I?"
Salt gives the faintest nod.
Infinitely slowly, I slide the probe into his tight hole. Another breath leaves his throat.
Fully aware of what I am doing, I angle it toward where his prostate should be. I have never done anything like this with another person, but I have seen enough porn to have a rough idea. Still, it’s awkward as hell, but I apply a gentle pressure to that spot and it… works.
Salt exhales again, his lips parted, dark pink.
My gaze drops to his nipples, bare, hard, standing proud like they want to turn into obelisks.
I repeat the motion, pressing rhythmically a few times.
Salt grips his shaft tighter and shoots another nervous glance at Dr. Lee, who remains turned away, headphones still on. Bastard.
Salt’s fingers are wrapped firmly around his cock now, fully hard. Small waves ripple across his lower abdomen as blood rushes there. The color of his small star deepens, the edges swelling, blooming.
"I…" Salt whispers, throwing his head back.
I keep pressing into that sensitive spot. His breathing deepens. I watch in fascination as his hips tilt slightly, as if his body is preparing itself for penetration. His cheeks are flushed, his lips wet and parted. A bead of precum drips onto his stomach and that seems to pull him back just a little.
He lifts his head again. "It’ll be a mess…" he whispers, his voice raspy.
A wild thought flashes through my mind. "I can make it so there won’t be a single drop…"
Our eyes meet.
"This is… crazy," Salt murmurs, darting another quick glance at Dr. Lee, but his fingers slide helplessly up and down his shaft.
