Chapter 62
“During our daily conferences,” Eckhart continued, with another snap Bryce now recognized was his discarded tie being snapped between the boss’s hands, “you will be permitted to remove your tie for one reason, and one reason only. This is that reason.”
With a yank, he pulled down Bryce’s slacks. They fell in a smooth rush to the floor, followed by his briefs. The office air was cool on his ass and he clenched his cheeks, waiting.
One warm hand eased under his buttocks and between his legs, tickling over sensitive skin, to grab his balls from behind. Bryce drew in a sharp breath as Eckhart squeezed his nuts, tugging them back. Spreading his legs wider, Bryce leaned down over the sofa and felt a hot, wet tongue rim his puckered hole.
“Yes!” he cried, flexing every muscle in his body, from his ass to his toes. His fingers clawed into the leather sofa; his lower lip caught between his teeth. The soft press of Eckhart’s probing tongue rimming his anus sent shivers up his spine and down his thighs; it weakened his knees and made the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end. His voice grew hoarse as he cried out again, “Yes, yes!”
He almost missed the feel of the satiny band wrapping around his balls. Then Eckhart tightened the necktie, and a sweet pressure blossomed low in Bryce’s groin. Tighter, another notch, and the pressure became an ache, throbbing in time with the beat of his heart. His cock stiffened, standing up on its own so the head brushed against the arm of the sofa and left behind a smear of precome
“Oh G—” Bryce caught himself, swallowed down the Lord’s name, and gasped instead, “yes, sir. Yes.”
Eckhart’s hot breath fanned his ass. “Tighter?”
“Yes,” Bryce pleaded. “Yesyesyes.”
The tie tightened, his balls now pulsating between his legs. His dick bumped against the arm of the sofa again and it took all the strength he had not to hump the sofa to find release. Fuck me now,he thought, as if Eckhart might possibly hear the words and put them into action. Just in case, Bryce arched his back and thrust his ass at Eckhart’s face, trying to get that elusive tongue inside him. Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard. Just do it now. Do it, please. Please. Please.
With his tie in place as a makeshift cockring, Bryce felt every breath on his backside, every touch on his buttocks, every lick between his cheeks. Every sensation was heightened, and his eyes hurt from being closed so tightly. He knew without looking that the leather sofa would hold the impressions of his fingers for days. Please, please, please.Why couldn’t he beg?
Finally, God, Eckhart whispered the words Bryce had been longing to hear. “Do you want me to—”
“Yes!” Bryce didn’t even let him finish the sentence. He threw his head back and let the word claw free from his throat, and it cracked around them like an echo. “Yes, yes, yes.”
At some point, Eckhart must have dropped his own pants, because when he stood and pressed his groin to Bryce’s ass, Bryce felt a hard cock slide along the crack of his ass. Nothing separated them this time—no pants, no briefs, nothing but the slippery condom covering Eckhart’s thick shaft. Bryce’s hole was already slick with the boss’s spittle, and now gentle fingers widened it, working him open, making room for the large dick that eased into him by degrees. With each half-inch that went in, Bryce gasped, “Yes, yes,” until the words ran together into one, a litany of lust, “yesyesyesyesyesyesOHGodYESplease.”
Eckhart must’ve heard it. Hell, Alecia and anyone passing by in the hallway outside the office could have heard. But he thrust in deeper and ignored the slight, and Bryce relaxed when the conference, as Eckhart had called it, didn’t come to an end. Instead, their bodies finally locked together, Eckhart’s dick sliding easily into Bryce’s ass, as if it were the missing piece of a puzzle and nothing else could complete them. They moved together at a fast, furious pace, Eckhart rocking into Bryce, who pushed against the sofa and back against him. It was raw and immediate, and Bryce felt his orgasm building within him, yes, yes, yes
But he couldn’t come with his balls knotted up. Bryce heard Eckhart grunt as he climaxed, then he reached between Bryce’s legs and tugged the tie loose. Feeling flooded Bryce’s nuts and he came in a hot rush, his jism spurting on the leather sofa and splashing back on his legs and belly. His knees really did give out then, and when he fell, he found himself in Eckhart’s embrace.