Page 17 of Vesper Martinis

Pierce chuckles, “Not today. Right now, I want you to come on my hand.”

With that, he slowly strokes my cock from the base all the way to the tip, where he gathers my pre-cum and slides it down the shaft.

“Are you going to be a good boy and come on my hand, Wes?”

He says my name, and I twitch in his grasp, making him smirk. I grip his suit jacket, press my forehead against his, and start to thrust in his grip.

That smirk tells me he knows how it affects me. Whether he likes it or not, but that’s another question. One that I don’t want to answer right now. I just want to come.

“Yes,” I say. “Fuck. I’m so close.”

“How close?” he asks, picking up the pace.

“So fucking close,” I almost cry as the pleasure is too much but not enough.

Pierce grips the back of my neck with his free hand and whispers into my ear, “Come, baby. Come all over my hand like the good boy I know you are.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan as I come. Covering his hand in my cum. Pleasure rushes through me like a crashing wave, and I’m left leaning against Pierce and panting.

When he releases me, he stands up and moves to his desk and pulls out a tissue to clean his hand. He also puts his cock back into his pants, and I notice that he’s fully hard and try to ignore it.

I put myself back as well, and when I stand up, he’s returned to looking exactly like before. Suit straight and confident and carefree stance. But I can still see something in his eyes that gives me a sense that this isn’t over.

“I knew you remembered me, you bastard,” I say, pushing him against the wall.

“I know you knew,” he says softly, regretfully. “I thought it was best.”

“Best for who?” I ask, angry that he put up this facade. Making me go back and forth between thinking he was right and I was crazy to being absolutely sure he knew me.

Pierce doesn’t answer. It looks like he doesn’t know why he did it.

I start walking backwards. I need to think. And I can’t do it around him. Because every time I’m around him, the world fades away, and he’s all I can think about.

So I walk out of his office. And he doesn’t stop me. Or come for me.

PIERCE

What the fuck was that Pierce?

I grip my desk as my head swims with lust and panic. I spent the last few months keeping myself from doing exactly what just happened. Not touching him. Not thinking he wants me for one second and doing everything in my power to make sure he hated me.

Everything just blew up in my face.

Now he knows I remember him, which I wasn’t doing the best job at hiding anyway. I slam my hands against the desk and walk into the adjoining bathroom, washing my face with cold water.

Control was something that I prided myself on, and I was fine until him. Somehow, Wesley has managed to pluck at the careful strings of my life, and I can’t quite comprehend why I’m letting him. I look at myself in the mirror. Tired blue eyes look back at me. I’m tired of fighting this, but too much of a coward to pursue it.

I wish there was a middle ground. Somewhere I could indulge with Wesley, but my heart is safe in its locked box where it belongs.

I dry my face and hands with a towel and exit the bathroom. I can smell sex and Wesley’s scent in the room. I inhale deeply.

Oh, fuck.

I’m going to need to have a conversation with Wesley.

Chapter 6

Wesley

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