Page 25 of Want Me
But as soon as I’d unzipped, Eric was telling me to do something else. “Pinch your nipple.”
I pinched it quickly, not seeing the point, and staved off the eye roll I wanted to give him.
“Harder. Dig your nails in and do it the way I would.”
My fingernails made crescents in my skin, and the sting bloomed outward over my chest until I gasped. And even though I was growing impatient and my balls ached, I did it again when he told me to, and was rewarded with a low rumble of approval that made me feel better than it should have for having apparently pleased him with such a simple thing. I kept my gaze trained on his, waiting for the next instruction, and when nothing else came, groaned out, “Fuck dude, can’t you do anything fast?” I thought of him at the front door this morning, how he’d been counting down, how he’d had me hanging by a thread and ready to come in seconds. I wanted that again.
“Yeah, but maybe some other time.”
“Jesus, come on.” Was that an actual whine? Humiliating. I pressed my lips together to prevent it from happening again.
“Tell me you’re not complaining.” He lifted a brow.
“I’m not. I’m saying can’t we just get on with it?”
“Sure, go ahead. I’m not stopping you, am I? I’m just sitting here. You’re free to whip your dick out and jack away anytime.” He gestured expansively, like a lord at a table. “Go ahead. I’ll be here. Or hell, I can leave if you want me to.”
I glared at him and feathered a touch over my crotch. My dick strained against my boxers, twitching when I touched it, and even as he spoke, another rivulet of precome seeped into the fabric. I growled with frustration because I didn’t want to just stand there and jerk myself off, and he fucking knew it. The fucker knew everything.
“That’s what I thought.” He nodded down at my open fly. “Go ahead. Slowly.”
“God, you’re an asshole.” I took my dick out and stroked it slowly, each draft of my hand agonizing torment, my length throbbing and begging for some rough action.
Next, he told me to rub my thumb over my crown and get myself slick, so I did that, too.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, Sanders. You’re close aren’t you?” He shifted on the desk. “Want it harder? Faster?”
“Yes,” I grated out, and he extended his leg, planting the sole of his loafer at the join of my leg and torso. The leather was cool on my skin, and I didn’t even want to think about what all might be on the bottom of his shoe, but there was something oddly erotic about the action that I couldn’t put my finger on, like he was using me and giving me something at the same time—his presence and touch, but only the most basic version, making me yearn for more. Without thinking about it, I slid my hand under the hem of his slacks, skating a touch over the curve of his ankle and locking around the swell of his calf to keep him there while my other hand sped up at his direction.
Eric inched the toe of his shoe closer to my cock, digging the tip into the mound of hair at the base. Another crackle of electricity ran through me, and I had to slow down and squeeze my shaft to keep from coming.
He chuckled. “Shoe fetish?”
“Not to my knowledge.” I pinched my tip. “But I’ve given up trying to predict what the fuck will turn me on when I’m with you.” It was a confession I hadn’t intended to make, but it spilled out regardless, and his gaze danced with generous humor in response.
Then he hooked to toe of his shoe behind my knee and urged me closer until I stood between his knees at the edge of the desk, still pumping my shaft. The bulge in his pants was huge, and I imagined his thick cock, the veins wrapping around it, the plump crown with its wreath of foreskin. Saliva filled my mouth, and I let out another soft groan that was really more of a wheedling little whimper.
“I like you like this. So fucking needy. Ready to beg, but not wanting to. All that pride warring against horniness until you can’t take it anymore. And that’s my favorite moment with you, Nate, when you can no longer resist, when that look of yours switches from struggle to surrender.” He spoke softly, so softly that had my entire body not been attuned to him like a fucking SETI satellite, it would have been hard to understand. But the rare use of my given name sizzled over my skin and seduced me.
As he spoke, he’d edged closer to the edge of the desk, long fingers curling around the lip and his head tipping up toward mine. My hands fell to my side, the tip of my dick settling against his pants. Eric’s lips were close. If I’d bent forward even a couple of inches, they would have been mine. I’d be able to taste that sinuous curve, swallow the words as they spilled from his tongue. Tastehim. His long lashes dropped, his lips parted slightly, and I knew what he was waiting for without a fucking doubt. My breath staggered as I went utterly still, captivated. We remained like that for a handful of seconds, immobile as statues and no doubt in my mind what kind of standoff we were having.
And then he gave this tiny nod as if in understanding. “But still not that, huh?”
Eric lifted his fingers to my throat, his index finding the point of my chin and tilting it back to force my eyes to the ceiling. His light caress trickled down my neck, and he curled his fingers under so the ends of his blunt nails raked against my stubble with a soft susurration of sound. His warm palm spread briefly over my chest, and then he moved both hands to my shoulders to push my shirt off.
“On your knees.”
In one fluid ripple of movement, the pressure of his hands sent me down as he slid off the desk and stood before me.
“Unzip me and get my dick out.”
I abandoned my cock and, with shaking hands, wiggled his button free, a shift of his hips accommodating me. I pulled down his zipper to find only skin and the dark patch of hair behind it.
A slight tilt of his hips had his dick bobbing up in the air between us.
“What you do to me, I swear, frat boy.”
“Stop calling me that.” But there was no propulsion behind the words; I was too focused on his cock as he gave it a slow stroke and then rubbed his thumb over the head, gathering up the glistening bead of precome he then extended and smeared across my lower lip. My tongue flicked out automatically to take in the salty sweetness of him.