Page 73 of Employing Patience

Art’s cock thickens under my ass, prompting a whole new race of excited thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Thoughts about what his friend suggested. About this position, but naked and impaled on his cock.

It’s not like I’ve never thought about it before, but it’s never, never gotten me this turned on.

“Oh my god,” I rasp.

And my words seem to whack sense into him because he pulls away.

“No,” I whine. “Keep going.”

He chuckles, and the sound warms me. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you have a job to be doing.”

And that’s about the only thing that can break through this lust. Remembering that I’ve ditched Courtney and left her to pick up my slack.

“Dammit.”

He hums, stroking a hand down my back. “She’ll come looking for you if you don’t get that sexy ass back out there.”

“If I say that I don’t care and my sexy ass wants you, is that enough to make you forget about it?” I’m only joking though. Despite what Art probably thinks about me, I am a team player. When my dick’s not in charge.

“Your ass wants me?”

“Desperately.” I don’t mean to sound like a breathy dickhead, but too late now.

His attention is pinned on my lips, hand on my back hovering dangerously close to the ass that wants him very, very much.

He inches forward, nose tracing my scruffy jaw. “How desperate for me are you?”

“Let’s check the gauge.” I take his free hand and settle it over the bulge in my pants. “That’s a hard ten.”

He squeezes my cock, and I swear I almost black out. “A very hard ten.”

“A very hard ten that’s very hard to argue with?”

I know I’m pushing my luck, but he’s so close. Hovering right on the edge. I can see the way he wants to give in and say fuck it all and let me in again. I can feel it in every heartbeat beneath his shirt, in every heavy breath, in the way his whole body is coiled tight.

His lips reach my ear. “Your desperate little hole is going to have to wait. You’re going to go out there and show off my marks to everyone, and once the party is over and the place is cleaned up, you’re going to stay behind and finish what you started.” He flexes his hips, cock flush against my ass.

“Only one problem with that plan, boss man. Your marks are under my shirt.”

Reading my mind, he nudges my jaw up, then latches onto my throat. He’s expert level at love bites because, like the others, it only takes a few seconds for him to get results.

“That better?” he asks.

He has no idea.

“And, Joey?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to make you pay for telling my friends we’ve slept together. I’m the one who does the teasing, not the other way around.”

“Trust me when I say that you’ve got the teasing thing down pat.”

His laugh is deep and filthy. “Your poor little hole isn’t going to know what hit it.”

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With that ominous promise, Art sends me on my way. I’m too keyed up to work or do much more than think about what the hell I’ve gotten myself into, and I’ve reached the point where I don’t think I care much. I’ve sucked the man off; who cares if I bend over for him and take his cock up the ass? Who cares if I want to? It’s no one’s business but ours, and yeah, it goes against everything I’ve been raised to think. It calls into question some of my thoughts on masculinity and who does the fucking and all of those other things that just are, but I’m happy for them to take a back seat.

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