Page 9 of Vesper Martinis
I have, on occasion… very rarely… pulled out the shirt and taken a large inhale, allowing the scent to pull me back to that night.
I put it back in my closet and decide to sleep naked. I need a shower anyway. Standing under the spray, I let the water wash away my stress. Rolling my shoulders and running the washcloth over my skin, I try to focus on the task at hand—not the way Pierce was looking tonight.
I don't really see him, with the exception of talking in his office. I feel him watching me, but he’s often in the dark, and I can’t see him clearly. This time, he was directly beside one of the large lights hanging from the ceiling of Sweet Cocktails. Illuminating his face.
His jaw was tight as well as his stature. He was wrapped in his expensive suit that fit perfectly, and his eyes followed my every move.
For a guy who says he doesn’t know me, he sure pays me a lot of attention.
Don’t touch your dick. Don’t touch your dick. Don’t touch… oh, fuck.
I wrap my hand around my shaft despite my brain telling me it’s a bad idea. I’ve done so well, trying not to jerk off to my boss’s face, but I’ve reached the end of my tether.
Six months of this. Six months not getting any because I can’t get past this man.
“Oh, fuck…” I groan. It feels so fucking good.
I get some soap and lather it up before sliding my first over my cock.
It would feel a lot better if it was his hand.
I jerk myself off to images of Pierce. Of him standing on the second level, watching me. I recall the way his hands gripped the railing and imagine that first wrapped around my cock.
His lips trail across my skin, making me shiver. He bites the part of me where my shoulder and neck connect. He tells me I’m a good boy.
“Jesus,” I growl and stroke myself faster.
“Are you a good boy, Wesley?” Pierce says in my head.
“Fuck. Yes, I’m a good boy. I’m your good boy,” I say out loud.
I’m so close. I can feel a shot of pleasure tingle down my spine. My balls draw up, and I lean my head against the shower wall.
“Oh, fuck. Please, Sir,” I groan.
I imagine Pierce spanking my ass as he fucks me with his clothes on. I can see it like an out-of-body experience. He’s teased me, entered me, and now he’s fucking me hard.
“That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Such a sweet little hole you got there. I love filling it up.”
“Motherfucker!” I cry out as I orgasm. My cum shoots out and coats the shower wall.
It takes the last drops of power I have not to crumble down to the floor.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I push off the tiled wall and run my hands through my hair, pushing the strands away from my eyes.
It was nice, a quick release, but nothing like the orgasm I had with Pierce. That thought has me tossing and turning in my bed, thinking about what I need to do. I can’t keep doing this because sooner or later, I feel like my dick might fall off.
The push and pull of the ache in my chest keeps me up. Part of me doesn’t want to ignore the pull I have to the man, the way he makes me melt, and this need to be around him. The other part doesn’t like this unrequited… not quite love, but like. But more than just like. Somewhere in between love and like.
Lust.
I can’t sleep, so I get up and start cleaning my apartment and preparing it for Minnie.
Minnie will be a good addition to my life. Having a roommate and someone to talk to and do stuff with instead of being stuck with my chaotic thoughts will be good for me. Yes, I’m running away from my issues, but as long as I work at Sweet Cocktails, I can’t run far anyway. But if I can get some relief, maybe I can get my head straight and figure out what I want and what to do about it.
Whether that means getting away from Pierce or trying to deal with him, time will tell.
The Next Morning