Page 48 of Employing Patience

With that amusing thought, I pull down his boxer briefs and set his cock free.

I groan. Out loud. Not my finest moment, but I doubt it’ll be the last time. His cock is … well, it’s a cock. Different from mine, but the same in a lot of ways. He’s long and thicker, which I’ll be bitter about later, with an angry vein running up the underside and a dark purple, needy-looking head. I’ve never, ever thought about cocks and where they rank on the scale of sexy, but I can safely say with Art’s right in my face, I can’t ever remember being so turned on by something in my life.

Before I can think too hard about the whole situation, I wrap my lips around his head. A salty taste explodes across my tongue. He’s already leaking precum, and somehow, I find that so goddamn hot. It’s always been a massive turn-on with chicks as well, but I don’t know if it’s because this is my first dick, or because it’s Art, or because he’s my boss and I’m on a time limit, but my head is buzzing. I’m so checked out and turned on I wouldn’t be surprised if I come in these ridiculous shorts I’m wearing.

“Lindo.”

It’s only when I glance up at his raspy voice that I realize I’d closed my eyes. Tasting him. Savoring this moment. Art’s gaze has darkened, and his stare has a heaviness to it that I’m not used to. I hold it and slowly suck more of him down.

His cock feels way too big for my mouth, and I’m barely halfway when I gain huge respect for all the deep-throaters out there because I have no goddamn clue how they do it.

“Use your hand,” Art says.

I have no problem following orders. In fact, every time he gives me one, it only makes my cock harder. So that’s new and kinda exciting. For him to be calling the shots while I do whatever I have to in order to please him.

My hand wraps around his silky-smooth erection, and I finally break his gaze. I work him over the way I love, jerking him off with my saliva while I lick and suck his head before diving down as far as I can go. Over and over until I gag, then back off again.

The sound of his ragged breathing and murmured Portuguese helps build my confidence. And not only have I discovered that I really, really love dick, but I’m actually having fun. It’s a new level of flirting, to bring him close to the edge, then back off again, to tease him over and over, the way I’ve loved to do since we met, only this teasing isn’t a game. It’s for real, and there’s only one way this ends. With him coming in my mouth.

My eyes roll back with that thought, and suddenly, there’s nothing I want more than to feel him pulsing in my mouth. I stop teasing. Stop holding back. My cock is rock hard and begging to get in on the action, but I ignore it in favor of what Art needs.

I grunt as he pulls my bun out of its band with one hand before the other dives into my hair. He twists it around his fingers, pulling it until it prickles my scalp and makes my balls tight. Then he holds on as his hips give tiny thrusts.

“Yes, yes, Joey.” His voice is husky. “Tão bom. Tão perfeito.”

Yes is a word I understand. I double down on my efforts, slurps filling the still room, Art’s deepened breathing telling me I’m on the right track, the small bursts of precum like a promise of what he has in store.

I’m ready.

I want it.

I jerk him fast, and it’s like every solo session I’ve ever had has been training for this moment. My jaw is aching, cheeks getting sore, neck needing to be stretched out, but I’m so consumed by his taste and the sounds he’s making, the scent coming from his skin that I’m finding it hard to concentrate on anything at all.

Except Art.

Art’s cock.

Art’s cum.

Art’s pleasure.

I’d do the entire last year over knowing I’d end up on my knees for him again.

This is addictive. Intoxicating. The way his cock passes again and again between my lips. Faster now. Pistoning in and out as he chases everything I have to give him.

My hand sneaks between his legs to curl around his tight balls, and it sets Art off.

“I’m coming,” he gasps, body tensing, right before his dick twitches in my mouth, and spurt after spurt of cum hits my tongue.

I suck and swallow my way through it, chasing his release, and when he slumps back against his desk, hands freeing my hair, I run my tongue over him one more time to make sure I’ve gotten everything before letting him slip from my mouth.

He looks down at me.

I look up at him.

Something settles in my chest and feels right.

“Was that good?” I ask, a hint of insecurity leaking out.

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