Page 105 of Embriagado

“I missed you this past week,” he said, using his sweet voice, the one that made you want to close your eyes and fall asleep.

“B-bullshit.”

Pouting his lips, he rested his chin on his palm. “It breaks my heart knowing you don’t believe me. At the very least, tell me you’ve thought of me?”

My breath caught because I had, in fact, thought about him a second before he walked in here like some ghost, and a lot before that. Like last night, when I jerked off to his face. The fresh memory made my cheeks heat up, and I coughed.

“A-as if.”

“Aww, are you blushing?”

I immediately looked down. “No.”

Grabbing my chin, he forced my head up, and our eyes met. The fire burning behind his yellow irises made me hot all over, and when he leaned closer like he was about to bite me, I moved away, only to lose balance. I fell backward, and he went down with me, so now I was lying on the floor with him on top. With his lighter weight pushing against me, his thigh between my legs, my head immediately came up with the wrong images, and I closed my eyes, hoping he’d just get off.

“Well, you might not’ve thought about me, but this guy—” He cupped me over my jeans. “—sure has.”

My eyes snapped open only to see him staring at me, a teasing smile on his lips.

“W-what are you doing?” I gasped as he moved his hand, rubbing me over my jeans.

“Proving that I wasn’t lying about missing you.”

Everything was happening so fast that I wondered if this was just another dream. But no, it wasn’t, it couldn’t be, not when it felt so damn good.

“F-fuck,” I grunted as my cock twitched in my jeans. But once I heard the sound of my zipper lowering, I quickly reached down and grabbed his wrist.

“I-I can’t do this here,” I hissed, out of breath. “My boss⁠—”

“Your boss?” He moved closer. “You mean to tell me you’ve replaced me so fast?”

Before I could answer, he’d already gone back to working his hand, this time touching me over my boxer briefs. My breath hitched, a strangled gasp slipping free once he pushed them down and freed my cock.

“You really are big all over, aren’t you?” He smirked, eyes darting to my cock before going back to me. “But back to what’s important.” Using his free hand, he pushed a stray lock of hair away from my face. “You didn’t replace me, did you? Certainly not with some virgin who jerks off to drawn porn.”

All I wanted was for him to continue touching me, so I pressed my lips together and shook my head. His smile grew, his hand gripping me harder as he moved it up and down my length.

“Although from your reaction, it seems like you’re a virgin yourself.”

“Like hell I am,” I bit back, cheeks flushed, and he responded by grabbing my dick tighter in his fist, squeezing my tip.

Fuckk.

“Aww, what a pity.” He leaned forward. “It could have been so cute if you were.”

My cock jerked at his words, and I bit on my bottom lip, trying not to make a weird sound because fuck, I was losing it.

“Just imagine it, me taking your virginity,” he sighed, shifting his body so he nearly sat down on me. “I like this thought so much it’s almost turning me on.”

Wanting to feel him, too, I placed my hand on his waist, but he grabbed it and brought it over my head.

“Nah-ah,” he tsked, eyes mean. “Don’t touch me with those filthy hands.”

Heat shot straight to my dick, mixed with humiliation and desperation. And even though I wanted to knock him off me, I couldn’t, and instead, I gritted my teeth, trying not to come the second he called me dirty.

Just then, the door to the storage room opened, and I could hear someone stepping in. And even though we were hidden behind the shelves, my nerves kicked in, as all my boss needed was to take a turn to see me getting a hand job on the floor.

Fuck.