Page 70 of Impromptu Match

“This chest hair,” he murmured throatily, fingering the pathetic, scraggly patch of hair on the centre of my chest. “God, it’s so hot. I want to rub my balls against it.”

I snuffled a little laugh. I was pretty sure Holt just wanted to rub his balls against everything.

He grinned at me, eyes sultry, then gave me one more hot kiss before stepping back and rounding the desk. I swallowed, fiddling with the hem of my ruined shirt as I peered back and saw him opening the bottom drawer.

I cleared my throat and tried to sound all cool and calm as I asked, “Wh-what you doing?”

Holt straightened with a wicked grin. It took me a second to work out what he was holding. A bottle of lube, and…

“Y-you keep a Fleshlight in your office?” I asked breathlessly, my dick throbbing at the sight of it.

Holt snorted. “Of course I do. I’m in here for hours basically every day. And I had that dick-themed colouring book, remember?”

With a smirk, he settled into the chair in front of me—the one I’d sat in on my first night in here—and squirted several pumps of lube into the toy’s orifice.

Oh fuck. If Holt jerked me off with that, I’d last about thirty seconds.

“W-wait.” I swallowed as he set the lube down on the desk. Licking my lips, I blushed and said, “I… I want to see you too.”

Holt smiled at me and set the toy beside my hip on the desk, then leaned back to fumble with his fly. A moment later, he was easing out his hard cock and giving it a loose stroke, legs splayed carelessly as he smirked up at me. My dick bucked in the air, drawing his gaze down. He was just so hot, with his pink eyes surrounded by black smoky make-up, his long hair tousled around his face, lean body still hidden by that three-piece suit, except for his stiff cock with its gleaming copper head.

“You like my cock, Taylor?” he purred, sliding his fist up and down while I watched, mesmerised.

I nodded frantically and croaked, “Y-yeah.”

“You sucked it so good yesterday.” He inhaled sharply as he tightened his fist and a bead of clear pre-cum welled on the slit. My tongue pressed hard into the roof of my mouth as I stared at it.

“Can I do it again?” I asked hoarsely.

Holt groaned as his cock jerked in his fist, but he let go and reached for the toy. “Fuck. Not yet.”

I wanted to protest, but was rendered speechless when Holt positioned the sleeve over the tip of my cock. I couldn’t move, staring down at it as my breath escaped me in rapid spurts. His other hand gripped my thigh, holding me in place, and I could sense him avidly watching my expression as I waited for him to slide it down.

Then he did, just until my cockhead was engulfed, making me shudder with a broken moan. Instead of sinking it lower, he lifted it again until it was just kissing the tip of my cock, before repeating the same move, grinning wickedly when my thigh muscles bunched under his palm.

I clutched the edge of the desk tighter, my chin practically on my chest as I watched him tease my cockhead for long moments, sliding the sleeve just on and off, until my hips were twitching with the urge to thrust and bury my entire length.

“You want more?” he murmured, voice throaty. His own cock was straining, dripping pre-cum onto the floor between his shoes.

“Y-yes,” I breathed, my legs shaking wildly. “Please.”

With a wet sucking sound, he sank the sleeve down my length until I felt the bottom edge of it against my tight sac. A full-body shudder wracked my frame, the slick, tight suction making my eyes want to roll back.

“F-f-fuck.” I gasped when he slid it up to the tip with another wet squelch, then back down again. “H-Holt.”

His free hand smoothed across the front of my thigh before I felt him gently cup my balls, thumb stroking. My fingers curled so hard into the edge of the desk my knuckles bleached.

“God, I could do this all night,” he rasped, pumping the sleeve up and down my cock faster now, the slick sounds making me pant and go light-headed. “As soon as you’ve filled this up, I’m going to use it to make myself come. Just get your cum all over my dick.”

His words made me whimper, my chest heaving and entire body trembling from the slick pressure around my cock. When my knees started to buckle, I clumsily hoisted myself up onto the desk with trembling limbs.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Holt rasped, slowing his hand pumping the sleeve over my length. “Lean back. Get your feet up on the desk.”

Trembling, I obeyed, leaning back on my elbows and lifting my legs so I could rest my heels on the edge of the desk, knees falling open wide. God, I was completely spread out before him. He could see everything.

My eyes darted to the door behind him. “Wh-what if someone walks in—”

“I locked the door,” Holt purred, then paused. As he let go of the Fleshlight to stand and stride for the door, it smacked against my stomach. I quickly grabbed it before it could slide off, which jostled it around my cock and made me gasp.

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