Knock knock knock.
I looked up from my laptop screen. Eli stood in the doorway, a smile on his lips and wearing one of my sweaters. The worn hoodie hung off him, but something about seeing him in my clothes was so damn sexy my cock perked up.
“Time?” I asked.
He nodded.
I pushed my chair back and waved him over. He darted across the room and sat on my lap. I wrapped one arm around his waist, pressing my nose into his neck. He leaned back against me. He smelled like an intoxicating mix of my laundry soap and body wash. Possessive desire rolled through me, and I hugged him tighter.
He let out a happy sigh and absently rubbed my arm where it circled his waist. “Did you forget your passcode?”
“Huh?”
He waved at my laptop with his other hand. “You’re on a login screen.”
“How do you know I didn’t open it right before you showed up?”
“Because you have a pad of paper with what looks like passcode attempts next to it.”
“I didn’t forget my login. I’m trying to… access some files that happen to be behind a passcode.”
He snickered. “I see.”
“Those files could answer a lot of questions about… stuff.”
“Stuff, huh?” He turned, a huge grin on his face. “Sounds important.”
“Super important. How many possibilities are there in a six-digit code? Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“A million.”
I rubbed my hand over his stomach. “How long would it take to manually enter one million combinations?”
“Twelve days of continuous attempts if you could maintain a pace of one code per second. But there are tools that could do it in less time.”
“Oh yeah?”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Yeah. Like a lot less time.”
“But those tools are illegal.”
“Totally illegal.”
“Too bad I don’t know any hackers. I bet they’d have the tools handy.”
“They probably would.” He glanced around my office. “But hacking is wrong.”
“Very wrong. And bad.”
“So bad.” He shifted his head so his lips were next to my ear. “I’ll be right back.”
He scrambled off my lap and darted out of the room. Smiling, I leaned back in my chair.
A moment later, he reappeared in the doorway, his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes bright.
“That was fast.”
Grinning, he straddled my lap. He leaned close and put his lips next to my ear.
“I know we’re only playing around, but it’s fun to pretend like this is a covert mission and we’re being watched.”
“Yeah?” I wrapped my arms around him.
“Yeah.” He pressed closer. “Like the room is bugged and we have to find a way to get the code cracked without whoever is watching figuring it out.”
“I like that idea.” I nuzzled his neck.
“Really?” He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “You don’t think it’s silly or childish to play pretend?”
“Not at all.”
He chewed his bottom lip.
I’d noticed how Eli always held a piece of himself back when he was having fun. Almost as though he was waiting to be scolded or told to stop enjoying himself. How many people in his life had encouraged him to play when he’d been a kid?
“We don’t have to. But it sounds fun. I want to if you do.”
He stopped chewing his lip and grinned. “I want to.”
I leaned in and trailed my lips over his earlobe. “So, how can we distract our watchers?”
“I may have some ideas.”
“Like what?”
He draped his arms over my shoulders and leaned in. He brushed his soft lips over mine, then nipped at my chin.
“What else?” I asked huskily.
Chuckling softly, he nibbled at my jaw, moving closer to my ear with each teasing bite.
Needing more, I turned my face and caught his mouth. I meant for the kiss to be slow and sweet, but Eli had other ideas and sucked on my tongue, taking greedy draws off it.
Gripping his hips hard, I yanked him against me and ground our cocks together.
“Think they’re distracted?” I asked in a husky whisper when he pulled back to gulp in a breath. I’d almost forgotten we’d started this as part of a role-play game.
“I think so.” He shivered and ran one hand down my chest. What was that slight protrusion under his palm? Was he holding something?
I nibbled on his earlobe, which I knew was one of his hotspots, and was rewarded with a low moan as he squirmed in my lap. He slid his hand down my stomach, then gently stroked my cock.
I was already rock hard, and a flurry of tingles exploded deep in my body at the gentle friction of his touch.
“This will crack the code in no time,” he said softly, his voice breathy and broken.
It took a moment for my brain to register that he’d dropped something on my lap.
“What do I do with it?” I reached between us and closed my hand over something hard and flat. A USB stick?
“Put it in the slot and execute the program.” He rocked his hips and dragged his hard cock against mine.
“I don’t think we’ve distracted our watchers enough.”
“No?”
“No.” I slipped the USB stick into the pocket of my hoodie. “Not at all.” I gripped his ass and kneaded the full globes.
He moaned low and deep.
“Kiss me,” I ordered.
Eagerly he captured my lips in a hungry kiss.
I loved how much more confident he was now. How he was able to fully let go and be in the moment with me. Feeling his arousal, his hard cock and needy kisses, was so sexy, and my dick throbbed with desire.
He ran his hands through my hair and down my back, grabbing and tugging at my sweater.
I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his sweats and stroked the top of his ass.
“West,” he whined and popped his ass out, trying to force my hands down.
“Yeah?” I asked teasingly, not giving in and keeping my hands where they were.
“I want more.”
“What do you want?”
“Touch me.”
“Here?” I pulled one hand free and placed it on his hip.
He let out a frustrated sound and sucked hard on my jaw.
I put my other hand on the small of his back. “Here?”
“Lower,” he said, his voice a low, needy moan.
“Here?” I traced my finger over the waistband of his sweats.
He bit my bottom lip and tugged on it with his teeth.
A full-body shudder ripped through me. He let go of my lip and grinned wickedly as he jammed his hand between us and gripped my cock. “You like that?”
“Fuck.”
“You want me to touch you like this?” He let go of my cock and trailed one finger over my shaft, then pressed the heel of his slim hand against my cockhead.
“Eli.” I panted and looked between us.
“Or maybe like this?” He rubbed me once.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I muttered.
“Payback. Maybe this is what you want?” He slipped his hand under the waistband of my sweats and stroked my dick through my boxers.
A low growl tore from my throat. I plunged both hands into the back of his sweatpants and held his ass hard.
“Yes!” He threw his head back, arching into my touch.
“What do you want?” I asked gruffly.
“Make me come. Then I wanna make you come.”
“Fucking hell. You want my tongue? Want me to spread you out on my desk and eat your sweet ass until you come all over me?”
“Oh god. Yes. Want it.” He squeezed my cock so hard I saw stars.
My entire being was screaming at me to toss Eli onto my desk and get my tongue into him, but I held back.
This was new for us, and I wanted him to enjoy it beyond the role play and desperation. I wanted him to experience every moment of getting rimmed for the first time.
“I can’t wait to get my tongue in you,” I purred against his lips. “Let go of my dick, sweetheart. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
Moaning, he did as I said and pressed his forehead to mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered and spread his ass cheeks apart. “So fucking beautiful.” Gently I traced one finger down his crease and over his hole.
He shuddered and pushed back against my finger.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Soon.”
He whined and settled in my lap.
“That’s it. So good.” I rubbed slow circles over his hole, giving him a chance to get used to my touch.
“It feels so…”
“So what?”
“Good.” He pressed his face into my neck. “So good.”
“Yeah?” I lifted my hand. “Suck.”
He pulled his face from my neck, his eyes wide.
I ran the tip of my finger over his bottom lip. His tongue darted out and swiped at my digit.
“There you go. Get it nice and wet for me.”
Not breaking eye contact, he sucked my finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
My dick pulsed, and my balls drew up tighter.
“That’s good.” I tugged my finger free, and it fell from his mouth with a soft pop. “Keep looking at me, okay? I want to see you while I make you feel good.”
“‘Kay.”
I lowered my hand and slipped it back under his sweats. I rubbed his hole, and his mouth dropped open in a silent cry. “Keep looking at me and relax. I’m not going to push in. Not yet.”
His eyes clouded over with pleasure. “West,” he whimpered.
“I’ve got you.” I pressed a soft kiss against his mouth. “I’m just opening you up a bit for my tongue.”
“I want both.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Want your finger and your tongue.”
“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m going to come before I get you on my desk.”
He chuckled softly. “That would be hot. But then I won’t get to suck you again.”
“You want to?”
“So bad. You taste good.”
“Your dirty talk is killing me.”
“It’s not dirty talk. It’s the truth. I need more.”
“You want my finger?”
He whined and rocked his hips, forcing my finger to move harder over his hole. “Give it to me.”
“Let me get some lube.”
“Spit is fine.”
“No, it’s not.” I let go of his ass and pulled my desk drawer open. “I’m not going to risk hurting you. Especially not when I have lube right here.”
He laid his head on my shoulder.
“Can you work your pants down a bit?” My hand closed over the small bottle.
He wiggled and shifted and pushed his pants down so they were tucked under his balls. “Can’t get them any lower than this without getting up.”
“That’s fine. Arch your back and pop out your ass for me.”
He did, snuggling into my neck and letting out the cutest sigh.
“Remember to breathe out and bear down.”
“I’ve used toys before.”
“I know. But it’s different when someone else does it for you. Tell me if it doesn’t feel good.”
I flipped the cap to the lube open and poured some onto my finger, working by feel behind his back.
“I will. But I know it’ll be amazing because it’s you.”
My heart clenched at both his words and his soft tone. He trusted me, and that meant just as much as what we were about to do.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I tossed the lube onto my desk and traced my finger over his hole.
“That feels good.”
“Hold me closer. Relax, and let me take care of you.”
He melted against me, and I pushed the tip of my finger inside him.
“Oh!”
“Good?”
“Yeah. More.”
Gently I pushed in a little farther, moving in tiny pulses to help open him up.
He moaned against my throat.
“Feel good?” I asked when I’d sunk in to the first knuckle.
“So good.”
I twisted my finger.
“Fuck!” He lurched in my arms like he’d been electrocuted.
“There it is.” I moved deeper, making sure to rub his spot with every gentle thrust.
“So good, West. So good,” he panted against my neck.
A rush of pride shot through me at his wrecked voice. I’d done that. I’d made him feel good.
I held him closer, whispering every dirty thought that popped into my head. How hot he was, how good he felt. How I couldn’t wait to feel him around my tongue.
“Do it.” He ground down on my finger, forcing it deep inside him. “Want it. Want you.”
“You want my tongue?”
“Yes!”
Groaning, I slipped my finger out of him, wrapped my arms around him, and put him on the desk.
He squealed softly. He wasn’t tiny by any means, but he was lean enough that I could easily lift and move him around.
I loved it, and apparently, so did he.
As I pulled away, he looked a bit unsure. I kissed him long and deep. Hopefully, that would help him get back into his happy place.
When I broke the kiss, his eyes were glazed and his cheeks flushed.
“Lie back, sweetheart.”
With a goofy little smile, he did.
Gripping his hips, I tugged him down so his ass was on the edge of the desk. “Let’s get these off you.”
I pulled his sweats and underwear off and dropped them onto the floor.
“God, I wish there really were cameras in here.” I pushed his sweater up so I could see his tight stomach.
“You do?”
“Oh yeah. You’re so sexy all spread out like this. I wish you could see what I do.” I stroked his cock loosely.
“That would be hot.” He shivered. “I wish you could see how you look too.”
I sat back down in my chair and scooted closer. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” I stroked one hand up his tense inner thigh.
“It’s just… it feels weird.”
“Weird?” I stroked his other thigh.
“Yeah… you don’t have to.”
I stilled my hand and looked down at him. “You don’t want it?”
“I… no?”
“Be honest with me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I don’t want you to do this because you think I want it.”
I pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I want to. I like it.”
Indecision clouded his features.
“Do you want it?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Then lie back and relax for me. We’re both going to enjoy every second of this.”
“Okay.” He blew out a breath, but his legs were still stiff, and his stomach was taut as I settled back in my chair.
I kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other.
He let out a shaky breath and relaxed, but only marginally.
Slowly I slid my palms up his inner thighs and cupped just under the back of his knees. As I pushed his legs up and held him open, he didn’t resist.
“This okay?” I blew a deliberate breath over his hole.
His answer was a low moan.
Chuckling, I lowered my head and ran the flat of my tongue over his pleated skin.
The taste of lube invaded my senses, but I ignored it and swirled my tongue over him, taking my time to tease every inch of his crease, hole, and balls.
He moaned and cried out. I enjoyed going down on my partners, but Eli’s reactions were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He shook and wiggled and panted, trying to force me deeper inside him. I’d noticed how he was loud and a bit theatrical on cam. Not faking it, exactly, but exaggerating things for the sake of his audience.
When it was just the two of us, he was all breathy moans and soft sighs. I loved that I was the only one who got to see this side of him, where he was able to be in the moment and enjoy every sensation without worrying about how he looked or who was watching.
His hole finally relaxed and softened under my teasing. I licked and lapped at it, then gently pressed as deep inside him as I could get.
He gasped and rocked on the desk, clenching around my tongue. I fucked him with it the same way I wanted to fuck him with my cock. He was moaning up a storm, mumbling my name and babbling nonsensically.
“West,” he said with a gasp. “I need more.”
“Hold your legs.”
He grabbed his knees, wrenched them higher, and angled his hips up. Christ, he was flexible.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
I shoved my chair back and stood. He stared up at me with glazed, needy eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his neck tinged with pink, and his mouth was slack with pleasure.
He looked like mine.
I swallowed his dick and sucked him to the back of my throat. He cried out and bucked up into my mouth, pushing his perfect dick deeper.
I managed to keep control of my gag reflex and let him fuck my face as I ran my finger over his hole. He was loose from my teasing, and the leftover lube let me slide right in. I crooked my finger and ran it over his spot.
Soft gasps and little groans fell from his lips. He slammed down on my finger, then shoved his cock deep down my throat.
Yes. I closed my eyes and sank into the sensation of being used, letting the sounds of his soft pleasure wash over me as his ass gripped my finger. He was so tight, so hot. I couldn’t even fathom how good he’d feel wrapped around my cock.
A hand slid through my hair and gripped the strands. He yanked and tugged on them. The sting of pain only added to my arousal, and I groaned around his cock.
He tightened around my finger, then came with a soft cry as he lurched and shook and clenched around me, emptying down my throat as I sucked him through his orgasm.
I waited until his cock stopped spurting and he relaxed, then gently pulled off him.
He lay on the desk in a boneless heap, his chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Sweetheart?” I slipped my finger out of him.
“Holy. Shit.” He blinked and met my eyes. “Wow.”
“Good?” I chuckled, even as a wave of desire pulsed through me and my junk throbbed like I’d been kicked. I’d been so into making him feel good I’d forgotten about my arousal.
“So good.” He sucked in a deep breath and pushed himself up on shaky arms. “My turn.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to. I know I don’t have to reciprocate, but I want to feel you, see you. Make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.”
“How do you want me?” I swallowed hard and tried not to blow like an overeager teenager before he touched me.
“On your chair.” He slid off the desk. “Get your phone.”
“My phone?”
He grinned wickedly. “Yes, your phone.”
Confused but not questioning him, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
“I want you to record me going down on you.”
My brain stuttered. “You do?”
He nodded and pulled his sweatpants back on. “So you can watch it later.” He sank to his knees in front of me.
“Does that turn you on?” I ran my hand through his long hair and smoothed it back from his face. “Thinking about me jerking off while watching it?”
He nodded and licked his lips. “I don’t like that you watch other cammers.” He flushed but didn’t break eye contact. “I know you don’t like watching me when I’m on cam—”
“Who said I don’t?”
“You did.”
“Did I?”
“Well, no. But you never have. Not outside those two shows.”
“I didn’t watch you before because it felt wrong.”
“Because I’m just a kid you used to know?” His face fell.
“No.” I stroked his cheek. “Because of what happened. I knew you’d be angry at me. I didn’t feel like I had the right to watch you.”
“You wanted to?”
“I did.”
“But not anymore?”
“I still do.” I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “But I didn’t know if I should. It felt like a violation because we’re… friends.”
My heart clenched at the word. He was so much more than that, but we could only ever be friends.
“I like the idea of you watching me.” His eyes fluttered closed, and he licked my thumb with the tip of his tongue.
“You do?”
“Yeah.” He opened his eyes and sucked on my thumb.
“Fuck,” I muttered, unable to look away as he teased my skin with his naughty tongue. I gently tugged it free, then wiped it over his lip, leaving behind an alluring shine.
“I think knowing you’re watching and getting off with me would be really hot. Make it so much better. Like a little secret just between us.”
“I think so too.”
He grinned. “Get your phone ready and watch me suck your cock.”
