“Yes,” I grunt as I do it again, the seam of my pants offering the tiniest relief to this tightness that coils inside me. He grips his dick through his jeans, and I whine as he slides his palm along his length.
“Do you think you deserve this?”
“Please?” My gaze meets his as I thrust, moaning louder. “Please, Xalreth.”
“There it is. That’s what I was waiting for… my name sounds so pretty on your lips.” He unzips his pants and pulls his cock through the opening, and it’s the same dark gray as his skin,long and thick. After a few languid strokes, a bead of pre-cum builds in his slit, and it takes all of my self-control not to lick it away.
“What do you think you’ve earned, Micah? Have you earned a taste, or are you only allowed to watch?”
“Please let me taste,” I whine, my balls drawing tight as my cock grows its own pulse, and my hips are thrusting forward in a rhythm now.
“You’re a needy thing, aren’t you?” He swipes the clear bead with his thumb and offers it to me, and I moan as I suck on it, letting him coat my tongue. “That’s all you get, though.”
“No,” I plead, gripping his calves as I try to force him closer. He lets out a warning growl as I stare up his body, glaring at me even as he strokes himself. “Give me more… I need more.”
“You’re about to hump my leg like the fucking dog you are, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp as I scoot against him, and he doesn’t push me away as I straddle his leg. “Can I?”
“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he chuckles, brushing my hair from my face. “Go ahead, Micah. Take it.”
The moment my cock brushes his leg, I throw my head back in a moan and move my hips faster, thrusting against him. “Cock hungry little bitch, rutting me like you’re in heat.”
“I am,” I whine as my eyes close, the coiling pressure in my lower body building into sparks that crackle through my spine. The friction of my cock dragging along his leg has my breath blowing out in panting breaths. “Please, Xalreth, tell me.”
“Tell you what?” Another rush of pre-cum soaks into my boxer briefs as I watch him jerk himself, his eyes locked on mine as I rut against him.
“What I… what I am.”
Another low, satisfied rumble of a laugh leaves him as he moves his hand faster along his cock, a clear thread hanging from his slit. “You want to hear it, huh?”
“Please.”
He waits until I look at him before he reaches down with his free hand, carding his fingers through my hair and fisting as he holds my cheek against his thigh. “Take what you need, Micah. Show me what a good fucking boy you are.”
Desperate sounds spill from my throat, my mouth hanging open as a breath-stealing rush of pleasure causes wet warmth to flood into my pants. My cock pulses and my entire body trembles as I come, my release filling my boxer briefs until it slides down my thigh. Gasps and moans are the only sound aside from the creak of fabric, and I rub myself on him until I’m sensitive and raw. Even as it jolts my nerves and makes my teeth clench with overstimulation, I thrust against him.
Xalreth purrs above me, jerking himself at a faster pace now, his hips thrusting into his fist. “Show me the mess you made.”
I sit back on my feet and show him my cock, still hard and pushing against the dampness on my crotch. The wet path spreads, seeping along my thigh. “Greedy thing. That wasn’t enough to satisfy you, was it?”
“No,” I whimper, my hips rolling again as I watch him shuttling his fist along his cock. “Give me your cum, Xalreth,” I beg, nearly out of my mind as I drop onto my hands and knees, thrusting my hips.
“Thinking about me fucking you from behind, are you? Wanting to feel me stretch that tight hole open? God, I bet you make the best fucking noises.” My only answer is a moan as I tilt my face up towards him. “I love you on your knees for me,” he mutters, then grunts as the first stripe of cum shoots across my skin. Splashes paint my cheeks and forehead, and droplets wetmy nose and lips. The warmth dripping down my face makes my body rebel, and I whine again as my cock kicks in my pants.
“Fuck, I’m coming again,” I gasp as the pulsing pleasure explodes through my body. Sheer bliss thuds through my muscles, compressing and releasing—wringing them out until it’s almost painful. Thick, white fluid seeps through the fabric of my pants, dripping to form a small puddle beneath me.
Xalreth takes a few deep breaths as his fingers drag over my face, rubbing his cum into my skin. Reality crashes through my lust-filled haze, and crippling embarrassment burns my body.
Anyone could have seen us here.
Anyone from the meeting could’ve stepped outside and watched as I defiled myself.
“You look so pretty painted in me,” he murmurs, and I jerk away as my cheeks burn. I sit on my haunches until I realize he can see the wetness on my pants, and I scramble to my feet, turning my back to him as I attempt to salvage a shred of my dignity.
“Micah?” God above, he actually soundsconcerned,and I can’t handle it. A slow, mean smirk spreads across my face, a coldness in my eyes as I glance his way.
“That was sufficient to convince you, then?” The haughty edge to my tone makes him frown. “You’ll take the position?”
