Page 43 of Vesper Martinis

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as Pierce palms my erection.

Jesus, I can’t believe I’m hard again.

I tug at his belt as he pulls at my shirt. Despite being sated an hour and a half ago, we’re back to being on each other like we’ve been deprived.

It’s different this time, though. I feel like there’s been a huge weight lifted off. Almost like we’re free. Right now, he’s still my boss, but I think it’s pretty clear, based on this moment here, that he’s going to take the other job.

Pierce grips the back of my head as his lips slide against mine.

“Fuck, I love you,” I murmur, and we both freeze.

Pulling back, his face is lined with worry, but only for a second. He changes, his face softening until he’s smiling.

“Fuck!” He chuckles. “Way to beat me to the punch, baby. Because I love you too.”

Now I’m smiling.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe we’ve said that out loud. We’ve been together for like thirty seconds.”

Pierce shrugs. “It could be said, though, that we’ve had a thing for months.”

“I guess,” I say, then press a kiss to his lips.

“Wesley,” he says, his tone serious. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” I breathe, wrapping my fingers around his erection that bobs between us. “You serious?”

Pierce nods. “I would love nothing more than to have your cock inside me. Right fucking now on this couch. I need it.” His tone is desperate, and he reaches over to the table next to the couch and pulls out a bottle of lube from the drawer.

“How many random places do you stash bottles of lube?”

Pierce chuckles. “Stick around and find out.”

“With pleasure,” I say as I push Pierce down onto the couch and settle in between his legs.

I pour some lube into my fingers and slide them into his hole. Pierce hisses through his teeth and closes his eyes.

“Yes,” he moans and opens his legs.

“Have you been fucked here before?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not by a person. I’ve played with myself before, but I’ve never let someone inside me before. It’s just you. Only you.”

God, if he only knew what hearing those words did to me. After pining after him, the worry that I might be left with nothing but a broken heart has plagued me. The fact that it’s led to this makes me so fucking happy I can barely contain myself.

I try to keep calm as I slide my finger inside his tight hole, working him slowly.

I push in and pull out until I reach his prostate, making Pierce bite his lip.

“You like that, baby?” I groan. He nods, and his hips start to move in time with my finger.

I add a second finger, and Pierce undulates. His cock twitches, and I grab it with my other hand, stroking it up and down.

Pierce opens his eyes and watches me play with him. His eyes are dark and lustful. He lifts up onto his elbows as he rocks into my hand.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he comments and reaches down to stoke my cock.

“Mmm,” I hum.