His chest rumbled, too.
He definitely needed more than he’d given himself.
And even though I hadn’t planned on offering, my heart was beating rapidly at the possibility of doing what I’d said.
Returning the favor.
Wrapping my lips around his cock.
I folded myself beneath the desk before I had time to really think about whether or not it was a good idea. I could feel the man’s attention on me as I worked his button free and unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection. One of my hands went around his length, gripping his cock.
There was no fabric holding it down. The lines of his zipper’s impression ran down the side of his tight skin, but a few piercings caught my attention much faster.
One that went through his cock’s head from top to bottom. And three on the underside, making a short ladder.
I was hotter now than I’d been before.
Much hotter.
My panties were soaked, and he had to have been able to smell it.
“You don’t wear underwear?” I looked up at him, meeting his gaze from beneath his desk. The underwear wasn’t what I needed to ask him about, but it seemed like a safer start.
His eyes were so hot and heavy, it made me warm. “No. Makes shifting harder.”
I’d seen his laundry basket, and there hadn’t been any jeans in it. He probably wore sweats most of the time.
“Doesn’t the zipper hurt?” I ran a finger down the impression lines.
“Not if I’m careful.”
I adjusted my position, pressing my legs together a little more. Hopefully, it would hide my scent just a bit longer. I wasn’t on my knees in front of him to bring myself pleasure, even if that did seem to be happening.
“How careful do I need to be with your piercings?” I finally asked. My hand was still wrapped around his erection, a finger on the other hand lingering on the zipper’s impression.
“Not careful.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
His hand caught my chin, tipping my head back slightly. “Mads, a man doesn’t pierce his cock if he’s afraid of a little pain.”
My core tightened. “I’m not great with pain.”
I don’t know why I said it.
We weren’t going to screw. He didn’t need to know that.
His lips curved, just the tiniest bit. If I hadn’t known him as well as I did, I wouldn’t have noticed at all. “They definitely wouldn’t hurt you.”
“How would they feel?” I needed to shut up. I really, really did.
“You’d have to fuck me to find out.”
“Now who’s hitting on who?” I leaned forward and carefully wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. The piercing felt weird against the roof of my mouth and my tongue, but I didn’t hate it.
Bo let out a rough breath.
His hand left my head and went to the edge of the desk. The other one did too.
