by Hunter Frost
El: Okay, I’m naked, Al. But how am I supposed to text when I’m . . . you know.
I dialed Ellison’s number quickly before he came to his senses.
After the fourth ring, he picked up. “You’re crazy.”
I chuckled. “You answered.”
“I know.”
“Yes, I’m loco. You haven’t figured that out yet?”
“I guess I’m in denial.”
I huffed. “You’re cute.”
He sighed, and I could hear him fidgeting on the other end of the line. “I thought about you all day too, Al.”
My heart beat faster. “Baby, you’re making me harder than I already am as I’m lying here stroking myself.”
His breath caught.
“You have the phone on speaker next to you?”
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Good. Because I want you to touch yourself as I make my way down that beautiful body of yours.”
He swallowed. “Okay,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper.
“Imagine I’m kissing your neck. My hot breath over your skin.”
He sighed loudly and I continued. “I’d move lower, caressing your chest with my fingertips.”
I heard his breathing get heavy.
“I’d brush my lips over your nipple.”
Ellison gasped.
“I’d tease one with my fingertips while I kissed and licked the other.”
“Oh yes,” he breathed.
I tugged lazily on my cock as it leaked from just hearing his soft words.
“I’d make sure my lips and tongue made your nipples stiff and wet before I placed kisses lower on your rib cage.
Are you touching your cock, El?”
“Mm-hmm . . .”
“God, I wish I were there to see that . . .”
“Me too.”
I smiled and continued, “I’d kiss down your belly, running my rough cheek and chin over it.”
“I love your five o’clock shadow. I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like against my body.”
“I’ll remember that,” I said, squeezing the head of my cock. “I’d place wet kisses on your hips, getting closer and closer to that sexy cock.” I cleared my throat. “Are you hard, El?”
“As a rock. I’ve been that way since your first text.”
I chuckled. “Fuck, El. How can you be so hot and adorable at the same time?”
He laughed softly. “I guess it’s a gift. Merry Christmas.”
“Thank you, Santa. I’d trail my lips over your balls, kissing and pulling that tender skin into my mouth, rolling my tongue over your sac.”
“I can feel that,” he moaned.
“Mmmm . . . did you spread your legs and arch your back?”
“Yeah . . . will you suck me, Alejandro?”
My gut fluttered. “Cariño, you bet I will. First, I’d lick up from your balls, over your shaft, to the tip of that swollen cockhead.”
He whimpered.
“Then I’d swirl my tongue over it, tasting all those sweet juices.”
“Al,” he said, with a sigh.
“Only then would I slide down over that hard cock until my lips touched the base. And I’d work you with my throat and tongue on my way back up.”
He was panting. “Fuck. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer.”
“Neither am I. Stroke it for a little bit more along with me.”
He groaned. “You’re having just as hard of a time?”
“You’re driving me crazy, baby. You are so sexy.”
“Al, everything about you is sexy. From your delectable toes to your perfect hair.”
I laughed, my heart and my head swelling.
“Let’s come, El. Together. I’d be sliding slowly up and down your rigid cock, my tongue licking every inch, flicking over your tip and into your slit.”
“God . . .”
“I’d massage your balls, letting a finger slide back to tease the skin behind.”
“Oh,” he moaned, and I could hear the squelching sounds of his hands on his slick cock. “Don’t stop.”
“No way. I’d keep sucking and massaging, my mouth anxiously awaiting your sweet come.”
“Fuck, Al . . . I’m coming. I’m coming!” He grunted and yelled his release. “Come with me.”
I stroked along with him, focusing on the tip for a second before I was right there with him. “I am, mi amor, I am . . . yes!”
I groaned and shouted, my body jerking and thrusting. “I bet your come tastes like honey as it shoots down my throat. I wouldn’t spill a drop, milking you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Alejandro . . . my god . . . I can’t move now,” he said, his breathing wild.
I laughed and stared up at the ceiling, my breath just as out of control. “Same here.”
“I wish . . . ,” he began, but let it drop.
I jumped in to finish his thought. “I wish I could cuddle up and hold you while we fell asleep.”
“Yeah?” he asked, still a bit breathless.
“What? You think that just because I sleep around that I don’t enjoy a good cuddle?”
“I guess I thought you’d get off, then take off.”
“Sometimes. But you’re not like the guys I usually go out with.” After the words came out of my mouth, I wondered if I’d said too much. I wouldn’t want Ellison to get the wrong idea. Though I wasn’t even sure what that idea could be?
“Okay,” he said, and he didn’t sound upset. Just tired. Maybe I was reading too much into things for once.
We listened to each other breathe for a while and it was . . . nice. Peaceful. I felt content.
Then the come started to get itchy on my stomach. “I’m going to clean up and get some sleep.”
“Me too.”
“Sweet dreams, El.”
“Goodnight, Al,” he replied, and I saw the two of us saying that as we spooned, falling asleep in the same bed. In the same house. For years to come. Dios ayúdame.
The executive team filed into the conference room the next day. And I deliberately sat across from Ellison with a grin.
El swallowed, and I reveled in watching his Adam’s apple bob.
I’d had a difficult time sleeping after we’d hung up last night, visions of El worshipping my feet and then filling me up with his thick, pink cock tormented me, until I wore out my wrist and my dick.
I’d never been this obsessed before.
Trent started the meeting and spoke about our projects. The website rebrand was on track, and we’d already gone forward with some of the sketches I’d provided to Ellison’s creative and coding team. I gave them a brief update and then turned it over to Ellison to give a more in-depth summary.
As Ellison launched into his update, I reached out with my foot until I touched his ankle underneath the table. He visibly jumped but shook it off when he realized it was me and kept going with his summary.
“Thanks for that, Ellison,” Trent said. “You and Dylan sound like you have this whole project completely under control. If you hit any snags, let me know and we’ll provide some additional help.”
“Will do, boss,” I replied, and Ellison nodded.
When Trent had moved on to have Steph give her first update, I rubbed my shoe against Ellison’s ankle.
He looked over with surprise but then quickly went back to listening to Steph.
I slowly traveled up his calf, trying to keep my attention elsewhere.
But then Ellison ran the tip of his pen over his lip, and I was instantly transfixed. His tongue peeked out and my phone clattered onto the conference table.
“Lo siento!” I apologized to the group as they all stared at me.
El smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing, the sly little fox.
I kept my foot against his calf and slid it higher, moving it to the inside of his knee. I went just a bit further and managed to reach his thigh. He jumped.
“Cramp, sorry,” he said,
obviously attempting not to glare at me from across the table.
I bit back a smile.
The meeting didn’t last much longer. And I walked out first, heading to my office.
Me: I can’t help it. You’re too tempting not to tease ;-p
I could hear him chatting with Steph as he walked behind me. Then she left.
I said hello to Wendy and went into my office.
El: You’re incorrigible. You better watch yourself.
I cocked an eyebrow as I sat at my desk.
Me: Or what?
El: Or I’ll have to put you in your place ;)
Me: I know I’m not supposed to like the sound of that. But I do >:-}
El: Get back to work. I’ll see you for our meeting with Mason and Lisa this afternoon.
Me: Yes, sir ;D
After that I could barely concentrate for more than a minute at a time. I was anxious to see Ellison again this afternoon. I wanted to hear him say my name, see that adorable bespectacled face, and touch his responsive body.
It felt right to want him.
And yet Ellison made a lot of sense. We worked together. I was his boss. Things could get out of control, leaving us with a complete mess.
But when I thought about him, I only saw that sweet, innocent smile, and I forgot about the consequences.
There was so much more to him than I originally imagined. It surprised me. And not just with the sizzling hot kink, but with how I felt about him when he wasn’t down at my feet.
I knew I could hurt him, and I didn’t like knowing I had that kind of power over such a pure soul.
I should be steering this ship away from him, but my arms refused to turn the wheel.
I made it through lunch by heading to the gym downstairs and running El off my mind on the treadmill, but as soon as I got in the shower and saw my cock, all those feelings came rushing back. Luckily, I was able to take care of myself to relax for a while.
And yet when Mason, Lisa, and then El walked into my office for our check-in, my body thrummed as if I hadn’t been touched for ages.
I felt like a madman.
I directed them over to the couch to work. Mason took a seat at the far end against the armrest, while Ellison sat further in, to rest his iPad on the coffee table in front of him. Lisa sat across from Mason and I took the chair nearest El and put my feet on the ottoman. El looked over and stopped mid-type, giving me a cocked and mighty sassy blond brow.
To add insult to injury, I began to remove my shoes. “Sorry guys. I worked out at lunch, and my feet are sore. Don’t worry, I showered.”
Ellison opened his mouth to protest, but Mason answered. “I don’t mind,” he said, then continued, “You’re smart. I should start working out at lunch. All these treats everyone keeps bringing in for the holidays, I swear I’ve gained ten pounds.”
“Right?” Lisa added. “I can barely fit in my clothes.”
“I hear ya.” I smiled as I settled my sheer-stockinged feet on the ottoman in Ellison’s line of sight.
He smirked and took a breath. “Mason, why don’t you start with the coding issue we came across?”
Mason launched into an overly technical description of the problem. I kept my attention on him, listening intently, but made sure to flex and roll my feet in front of El.
Ellison stared ahead at his laptop. Too hard.
“And were we able to find a work-around?” I asked when Mason finished.
Ellison cleared his throat. “Yes, but it put us slightly behind schedule.”
“How far behind?”
“A day or two.”
“What do we need to get back on schedule?”
“Time,” El said, cheekily.
I smirked.
“More man power,” Mason chimed in.
I scratched my jaw. “Should I offer overtime for our guys or would you rather I approve freelancers for it?”
“Can we do both?” Lisa asked.
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
“Great.” El turned to Mason. “See who wants extra hours and go ahead and hire some freelancers from our usual outlets.”
Mason jotted down the note on his phone. “You got it.”
“Anything our team can do to help, Mason?” Lisa asked.
Mason tapped his pen on his thigh. “As a matter of fact, yes. You have a minute after this to talk about it?”
“Of course. Let’s get to it.” She typed a few notes and snapped her iPad case closed.
“Anything else, Dylan?” Mason asked, packing up.
“Nope, you both can go on ahead. I’d like to talk to Ellison.”
Mason gathered up his laptop and stood. “I’ll keep everyone updated of where we’re at by the end of next week. Catch you later.” And he and Lisa left my office.
As soon as my door shut, I swung my head around and grinned at El.
He tossed his iPad on the sofa cushion. “I bet you think you’re so sneaky trying to get me worked up with those . . . sexy feet in my face.” He couldn’t hide the waver in his voice as he said it, staring at my feet like they could hypnotize him.
“It worked, didn’t it?” I purred.
Ellison shook it off and stood, his eyes level with mine. “I warned you about teasing me.”
He had such a devilish smile on his face, it made me hard in an instant. “You did?” I said, biting my finger. “I’m having a hard time recalling such a thing.”
“Oh, I’ll refresh your memory!” he said, and swooped down to wrap his arm around my ankles before I felt his evil fingers skittering over my soles.
“No!” I nearly screamed. “Shit! No! No! El . . . Haahahahaha. Stop!”
He kept scratching and sliding his fingers against the bottoms of my feet, the nylon of the stockings making the skin underneath that much more sensitive to wreak havoc upon.
“What? I can’t understand you when you’re screaming and laughing.”
“El, pleeeeease. Hahaahahahhh.” I howled and jerked, unable to break free of his arm lock.
He wriggled his fingers under my toes, and I bucked off of the chair. “Nooo! Hahahaahaha!”
“Please what, Alejandro?” he teased, continuing his onslaught.
“Please . . . stoooooppp . . . tickliiing,” I managed to spit out in between laughter.
“And you’ll stop teasing?” He paused with his hand raised, and his fingers wiggling in the air above my foot.
“Yes! Yes! I’ll stop teasing. I swear!”
“Promise?” he asked, then ran one finger up my sole for emphasis.
I jumped, the sensation electric. “I promise,” I said, completely tousled.
He let go of my ankles and turned on the ottoman to face me.
I ran a hand through my hair as I caught my breath.
He glanced down at the bulge in my pants, then something hot and wicked flashed in his blue eyes.
Heat coursed through my veins.
Before I could say a word, he climbed onto my lap and pressed me back against my chair. He kissed me deep and hard, like he’d never get the chance to kiss me again. He palmed my face as I tugged him closer, desperate to take everything his mouth offered. I moaned along with him and could feel his arousal at my thigh.
I moved to kiss along his jawline and down the column of his neck. “As much as I’d like to continue, we don’t have complete privacy.”
He suddenly pulled back. “Shit, I forgot Gary is out there. He probably heard everything.”
I stroked his thighs as he straddled me. “Gary left for a doctor’s appointment over an hour ago. But I’m expecting Steph for a meeting in”—I glanced at my computer screen—“ten minutes.”
Ellison hurriedly got up. “This was reckless. I’m sorry.”
“Stop that.” I grabbed his hand and kissed it. “You’re anything but reckless. You’re fun and sexy and . . . I regret nothing.”
He gave me a weak smile and pulled away. “What are we doing, Al?” he asked, taking a big breath.
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br /> “Enjoying one another,” I replied, my mind still in a sexed-up haze. But I knew what Ellison was implying, and I wanted to head him off from overthinking. “Come to my place tonight, El.”
He pressed his lips together pointedly.
“Come over and let us have a night to do all the things we want to do to one another. An early Christmas present to us.” I stroked Ellison’s hand, and he looked down at it.
“And then what?”
“Does there have to be an and then what?”
“I’m only trying to understand what you want.”
“I want to make you feel amazing. I want to celebrate this fetish and indulge in it. I want to give you pleasure and maybe take a little for myself.” I grinned.
“So you want to have sex with me, but you don’t want me.”
I licked my lips. I had to choose my words carefully. “Listen. You have to know I think you’re an incredibly special man. But you know me. I’m not interested in a committed relationship. Besides the whole issue of our working relationship, monogamy and long-term just isn’t who I am.”
Ellison remained quiet as I ran my thumb over his knuckles.
“I’m telling you this now because I don’t want you to get hurt. It’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. I care about you, mi am . . . igo.” I nearly slipped again.
Ellison squeezed my hand. “Let me think about it.”
“Of course,” I replied, and he let my hand drop.
As he walked out of my office, I hoped I wouldn’t be the one hurting after tonight.
Chapter Thirteen
Ellison
“I didn’t think you’d show.” Alejandro opened his apartment door.
“Sometimes I surprise myself,” I replied with a small smile. It had taken me most of the evening to work up the nerve to put my coat on and call a Lyft to Al’s home. I’d talked myself out of it numerous times, only to talk myself back into it again. I kept thinking this couldn’t possibly end well.
I’d tried to resist him. But I needed him. And I needed all those things he offered to give me tonight. Badly. This might be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Like I’d ever get the chance to be with a man like him again.