Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(20)

He was still jerking and moaning, and I kept my movements gentle but constant.

“Sir,” he breathed, flinching when my fingers breached the rim of his cockhead. He looked exhausted already. “That was amazing.”

I checked my watch but kept stroking. “And barely five minutes,” I teased.

His hips shuddered. “You want to trade places? We’ll see how long you last.”

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you and your punishment.” I wiped my hand off on the towel and poured more lube on his cock.

He squirmed as my fingers continued to caress him. “What are you doing?”

“Were you not listening when I said if you came without permission, I’d keep going?” I swirled my fingers around the tip of his still erect cock, dark pink and tender.

“I?—oh god, nooo, no, no . . . it’s too much. Fuck, it tickles. Stop. Please!”

Parker’s sexy face scrunched up and he was breathing like he was in labor. He started to laugh, deep and melodious, mixed with harsh rasps of protests and cackles. His ass jumped all over trying to get away from my evil fingers.

“Sirrrr! Pleeeeeease! Haha! Stop!”

I grasped his shaft with the other hand and drew an infuriating line from his frenulum to his slit, making him howl.

“It hurts,” he said in between the laughter. “God it hurts. Please stop, sir!”

I raised my brow as I let my fingers trace the lip of his cock head. “If it hurts, why are you laughing?”

“I’m . . . hysterical! Um, yeah,” he obviously lied. He laughed and then moaned, his body betraying him.

“You know how to stop this if it’s causing you pain, Parker.” I continued to stroke his sensitive cock as it responded to my touch.

“Nooooo, I won’t give in,” he wailed, then laughed, his head thrown back. “It ticklesss. Sir!”

“I think you like it, Parker. Look how hard you are, and you’ve already come? I think you might even come again.”

“Oh god,” he whimpered in between laughing and trying to shift his hips.

I worked his engorged tip, thick and hard. Like velvet covered steel. I draped my fingers over it, like tassels on a brush. I rubbed and teased and traced every contour, his body twitching and spasming.

He laughed, gasped, and moaned?—his stomach quivering.

I slid over his balls, and he sputtered. Watching Parker Greenhill trip over words, yelping and pleading was worth every second.

Within seconds he was begging again. “Dammit, I’m going to come. Please let me come, sir. Please. Please. Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m going insane and I’m so hard.” He was shaking, his body clenching to near convulsion to hold back his orgasm.

I sighed. “You’ve taken your punishment and done well for your first day. Come for me now, Parker.”

“Yes, fuck!” He cried out as one gentle twist detonated his climax. He bucked and screamed, come flying over him.

I let my stroking slow as he twitched from the aftershocks. Absolutely beautiful. I never thought I’d feel such an intense adrenaline rush after getting someone else off. But my god, the expression of pleasure on his face, the flush of his skin, and the come pulsing out of him. For the second time! I could orgasm from this erotic scene alone.

I took away my hand and Parker whispered, spent and weak, “Sir.” More of a plea. Or a thank you. Whatever it was . . . it hit me hard in the chest, and I nearly coughed with the force of it.

In that moment, I pressed close and grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep kiss. He tasted so sweet as he whimpered into my mouth. I moaned. He met me more than halfway, tasting me and letting his tongue dance with mine. It made my cock harder, though I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take before I ended up as drained as Parker.

I pulled away and his eyes were just as fierce, but there was something else there?—primal and intense. And it shocked me to the core.

“Let me suck you now. Please, sir.”

Instead of answering, I leaned up onto the table and grabbed his hands, untying them more eagerly than I wished to show. At least my hands hadn’t started shaking yet.

“That . . . ,” he began, but never finished, as one arm came down and I took his mouth again, quickly. I could feel him staring at me as I untied the second wrist. I thought I caught a smile, but I could’ve been mistaken.

When his second arm came down, I draped it around my neck. He followed suit with the other arm and pulled me to him. Skin to skin. He studied my face as I worked the muscles of his shoulders and neck in small circular motions, massaging him. Then I made my way down his biceps, through to his wrists.

“Are you sore anywhere?” I asked.

He shook his head and pounced, kissing me rough and deep, then slower and softer. How could we complement each other like this? We were so different, and yet . . . I wanted nothing more than to hold him in my arms.

“On your knees, Parker,” I growled, moving back so he could slide off the desk.

He sunk down and looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, pupils dilated. I undid my belt and tossed it aside in seconds. I unfastened my trousers and he helped push them off along with my boxers.

He wrapped his hand around my hard, wet-tipped cock, the hungry look in his eyes making it hard for me to push him away.