Page 35 of Vesper Martinis

Pierce pulls back, and I whimper at the loss of the warmth. He reaches into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulls out a clear silicone tube and a bottle of lube. The tube has a bunch of ridges inside of it and looks somewhat like a penis.

“Have you used one of these before?” Pierce asks.

“I’m not sure what that is,” I say honestly. I mean, I know it’s probably a sex toy, but I couldn’t tell anyone the name of it. Based on the shape and whose desk it’s in, I’d guess that he’s about to put my dick inside it. Said dick twitches at the thought.

“So… you don’t know, but you have an idea. I see,” he says.

Pierce stands up and tells me not to move as he goes to the bathroom to wash the toy.

“It’s a flesh light,” he tells me as he returns.

He opens the bottle of lube and pours some into the clear silicone. Using two fingers, he rubs it in, coating the inner walls of the toy. Then he pours some lube over my cock.

Leaning down, he positions my cock at the opening and whispers, “Do you want to guess how many times my cock has been inside this toy?” Then he lowers it onto my cock, and it swallows me.

“Holy shit,” I groan through gritted teeth. It’s a little warm from the water and very slippery from the lube. I watch as it encompasses me, the sounds bordering on pornographic.

I’ve never used sex toys before, but after this, I’m reconsidering.

He jacks me off using the toy as he licks the shell of my ear. It’s got the tightness of Pierce’s fist with the slickness of his mouth. He doesn’t just pump it up and down. He turns his wrists as he slides it up, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Just last week, I came in this toy, watching you parade around downstairs. I saw you working hard. Those arms were shaking and pouring. I could see your muscles from upstairs. The sweat around your neck… I couldn’t help myself. I know it’s wrong, but if you’d only seen yourself, I bet you’d understand.”

Pierce grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him as he goes faster and faster.

“I have more toys at my place. The things I could do to you are endless. And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you try some of them on me.” He winks, and I nearly come right there.

He slows down his movements and seems to get serious.

“I don’t normally have people at my place. I never invite men or women over for sex. The toys I got are basically just for me but I would really like to have you over.”

I look at him, shocked. Given our “friends with benefits” relationship and that he just said he doesn’t have people in his place, I’m surprised that he wants me to come over. Based on his face, he’s shocked, too. I give him a moment to take it back, but he doesn’t. He just fucks me with his toy and waits for my answer.

“Yes,” I breathe, despite some of me thinking it’s a bad idea. I can’t ignore the part of me falling for him—despite his reluctance and him being my boss. I can’t help it. It seems like my heart will just have to deal with the consequences of whatever this is.

He smiles and says, “Good boy,” before stroking me faster.

My balls draw up, and I am dangerously close to the edge. Pierce's smile fades and is replaced by a darkening of his eyes.

“Beg me to come, Boy. Don’t make me punish you. Unless that’s what you want.”

I consider that, but I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, and I don’t want Derek asking any questions.

“Fuck. Please. Oh, my God, Pierce. Please, let me come. Please, Sir,” I beg, my knuckles white from strain and my cock aching so badly. My mind is dizzy with lust, and I’m hanging by a thread.

“That’s a good boy. Yes, you can come. Come all over my toy. Cover it with your cum, Boy.”

Pierce slams his lips against mine and swallows my cry as I orgasm. My hips jack up, and he keeps jerking me off through my climax.

When he gets every drop of cum, and he takes the toy off me, I lie flat on his desk with a thunk. I’m panting, and so is Pierce. I look up at him under my lashes and see his chest heaving and sweat on his brow.

“Fuck, I love watching you come,” he says, then heads to the bathroom to clean up the toy.

I lift my head and see that the cum that’d landed on his hand doesn’t get washed off. Instead, he licks it off. If I had any energy at all, that’d make me hard.

After a quick clean-up, I regain some energy as Pierce sits behind his desk.

“Enjoy your shift,” he says, putting the toy back in his drawer.

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