Page 16 of Vesper Martinis

What the fuck are you doing? This is your boss!

But I don’t stop until I feel Pierce’s grip on my wrist. I pull back to see lust-filled eyes and swollen lips.

He licks his lips that I desperately want to kiss again, then says, “Kneel.”

I drop like a stone.

Pierce casually leans against the wall, his hips protruding as he undoes his belt. He doesn’t look at me while he does it and takes his time. My hands twitch on my knees as I wait to see his dick. When he finally pulls down the zipper, reaches into his pants, and frees his cock, my mouth waters. He’s just like I remember. Even the arrogant way his shaft bobs in front of my face is the same. He’s veiny and rigid and slightly curved. The only indication that he’s as desperate as I am is the way his cock twitches and the drops of pre-cum coming out of his reddened head.

Standing up straight, he grips himself hard as he grasps the back of my head.

“You want this cock, Boy? You want to gag on it, swallow all my cum?” He raises an eyebrow as he asks. This isn’t a hypothetical question.

“Yes.” I breathe and grip his muscular thighs. “Please…” I remember what the terms were that night. “Please, Sir.”

The corner of his lip almost turns into a smile before he nods and taps his cock against my lips.

“Open up,” he commands.

I part my lips and moan as he sinks every inch of his cock down my throat. I take as much as I can, which turns out to be a lot. His balls tap my chin every time he thrusts into my mouth.

“Fuck me,” he growls. “Such a hot fucking mouth. You’re taking my cock so well, baby. Wet. Hot. Deep.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, and I feel my cock aching in my jeans.

Pierce casually adjusts his glasses as if he’s not being deep-throated by his employee.

His thrusts are so controlled, and I wonder for a second what he would be like out of control. I’ve never seen him wild with need. Sure, his eyes are feral, but his movements are those of someone who’s almost robotic in his ability to keep himself steady.

As opposed to me, who keeps fidgeting in my position. There’s an ache developing in my knees, but I don’t mind the pain. It is vastly outdone by the pleasure of Pierce using my mouth.

“Aw, does my Boy want to come? Is he aching? Needy? Hard as fucking stone?”

I try to nod as much as I can.

Fuck. I am. I am, and those words aren’t helping.

“Take it out,” Pierce says. “But don’t touch it yet. Just take it out.”

I release his thighs and undo my belt. The second my hand touches my cock, I wish he didn’t add that second order. But I take it out like a good boy and don’t stroke it.

“Good Boy,” Pierce groans and rubs his thumbs across my scalp.

I moan around his dick and close my eyes, feeling the pleasure wash over me. His petting my head is in vast contrast to his violent thrusts.

“Such a beautiful cock,” he says under his breath, then he picks up the pace.

He rocks his hips again and again until he’s coming down my throat.

“Swallow it. Swallow every… last… drop,” he groans through every word until he’s finished. He pulls out slowly, his cock half-hard and wet with my saliva.

Panting, I grip my knees and look down at the ground, trying to catch my breath. I am so fucking hard, and watching Pierce's eyes as he came almost made me come.

I forgot how much I missed this.

“Look at me,” he says, and I lift my eyes.

His eyes are softer than before but still swimming with lust. He kneels down and reaches out, grabbing my cock which causes me to curse and grip my knees harder.

“Fuck me,” I gasp.