But I don’t stop stroking myself.
The room is thick with tension, heavy and hungry, but underneath it all lies the promise of something more. His eyes darken as they trace a path down my body, slow and deliberate.
I shiver with the weight of it.
But I don’t ask him to stop.
I don’t cover myself.
I’m exposed. On display for him.
Why is that so fucking hot?
I want him to watch.
His gaze finds my cock, hard and aching, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip. The tension builds until it’s too much, and I slowly stroke myself, just to relieve the pressure. My thumb slides over my tip, gathering up the moisture for my next downward stroke, and his breath catches, a shudder passing through his body despite his rigid stance.
“So beautiful.” It’s a whisper, barely audible, but I hear it.
My skin is fever-hot from his words and the feel of his eyes.
I don’t hold back my moans this time. They echo through the room, louder than I’d like.
He gasps, his breathing shallow and loud, eyes never moving from my hand around my shaft.
Gripping myself more firmly, I continue to stroke from base to tip, pre-cum smoothing the way for my hand.
His gaze is electric, locking onto my movement instantly, watching each pull with single-minded intensity.
He makes no attempt to hide the obvious, growing bulge of his arousal. Knowing I caused it makes every nerve in my body come alive. I’m burning from the inside out, every hitched breath as he takes me in, pushing me higher.
I want it to last, but it’s all too much. His eyes. His need.
It doesn’t take long.
My balls tighten, and a wave of pleasure almost forces me to my knees. I come so hard I see stars.
“Fuuuuck, Tier!”
Ropes of cum splatter the tile, thick and hot. He can’t look away. His pupils dilate, and his mouth is open. His breath is coming in loud, harsh pants.
We both struggle to get our lungs under control, overwhelmed by everything that happened and everything that didn’t.
His breathing slows, and I see the moment he realizes what’s happened. His face hardens, his fists clench at his sides.
“Arlo… I…I” Tiernan stumbles over his words.
Then he turns abruptly and leaves without a single word.
What the fuck did I just do?
Jerked off in front of my boss. Fuck my life, I’m so screwed.
Why am I like this? What the actual fuck was I thinking?
You were thinking it was hot as hell.
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