Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(21)

“I want you to watch me,” I said, slowly stroking my cock, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady myself.

I waited for him to protest, but he was too busy staring at my length, watching my hand draw the foreskin over my cockhead and back again. He seemed mesmerized.

With Parker’s sexy face next to me as I pumped my already straining cock, it wasn’t long before I felt the orgasm rushing forth. “Oh bugger,” I moaned, “I’m going to come. Hard.”

My breath heavy and quick, I slid my hand down one more time, and Parker unexpectedly lifted up to take me in his hot mouth as I came. “Fuck!” I shouted, throwing my head back, riding out the first waves of the orgasm.

“Parker . . .” I couldn’t stop my hands from pulling at his hair. As I shot into him, he swallowed, managing to work me harder with his tongue and lips. He held onto my thighs and my arse. Needy. Raw and real. He took all of me down his sexy throat, milking me with his sweet, wet mouth until I was jerking and cursing.

I felt my legs tremble, but he held onto me tightly, sucking and teasing.

When he finally let me fall from his mouth, I held onto the couch behind me to prevent myself from falling. I tried to catch my breath.

Parker got up from the floor and reached for the towel, cleaning himself and then me. He was flushed and spent but still took the time to care for me in return. It was a side of him I hadn’t had the chance to see before.

After he tossed the towel into the bag, he leaned back on the desk. “What do we do now, sir?”

“Find our clothes and put them back on,” I said with a smirk.

He glared. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Parker.” I didn’t want him thinking this meant more than it did. Though I really had no idea what it meant. I wanted to keep it compartmentalized in one organized corner of my life, but I had no clue where to put it. Was is part of my professional life or personal life? I could make a case for both, however ridiculous my reasons were.

“I’m not trying to push anything.”

“For once,” I replied.

He looked at me, and I knew wheels were turning in that sexy head of his. “I’m just as surprised and confused as I figure you are.” He wasn’t wrong.

He began picking up his clothes, putting them back on piece by piece. And I did the same.

Once I was fully clothed, I reached up and pulled the rope from the beam and began wrapping it around my elbow to wrist until I had it tidy and ready to use again.

“You sure know your way around a rope. I don’t even have any burns or marks.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I meant it as one.” He grinned.

I cleaned my desk with a wet wipe and put the lube and other items back in the shopping bag. “I’ll keep this in my closet.”

“With your other toys?”

“Don’t be presumptuous, Parker.” I smiled. “You mind if I keep these things here?”

“Only if we’re going to use them again.”

“I said you’ll get teased, denied, and punished. And I meant it.”

Parker shrugged. “It could’ve been something you said in the heat of the moment.”

“I’m not a heat of the moment kind of bloke. I do things for a reason.” Don’t I?

He walked over to me and grabbed my hand, pressing it against his already thickening cock. “I’m obviously not complaining.”

I chuckled. “That’s a first.”

He huffed and shook his head.

“Be here bright and early on Monday morning.”

He cursed as I squeezed his cock, feeling it twitch under my hand.

I let go before I stopped him from leaving and carried on with more devious things.

“Monday,” I repeated, warning myself as I itched to touch him again.

He swallowed, clearly finding it difficult to go as well. “Monday,” he echoed and walked toward the door. He cracked it open, peered out, then waved at me. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I replied as he left.

My legs gave out and I sunk into the guest chair.

What the hell had I done? What the hell did we do? I flushed at the thought of it.

I wondered if Parker would say anything to anyone. I doubted it. He made it clear he wanted more of it. Parker Greenhill, young sexy hotshot, wanted more from me. It felt better than I’d anticipated.

What had I got myself into?





Chapter Twelve





Parker





Monday morning couldn’t come fast enough.

And believe me, I came so many times jerking off to everything we did, I might have a problem. But man, after that night, it took hours for me to get to sleep.

Sunday I hit the gym and ran some errands, mostly to keep my mind off things. I didn’t want to think about Morgan in any other way than as a boss and a kinky sex partner.

How fucked up did that sound?

I was actually looking forward to the week. Something clicked during our session. I wasn’t sure if what I felt was respect or . . . adoration? All I knew was that he consumed my days. His voice, his smirk, his incredible hands . . .

When I walked into his office, I was taken right back to that Friday night as Morgan edged me while tied up on his desk. My eyes may have flicked up to the rafters. I shivered.