Chapter 10

My face was probably beet red. I ducked behind the computer. “No. Of course not. I know the rules.”

“Yes, but they are open to some interpretation.” Luther came around the desk and stood behind the chair, setting his hands on the back of it. Close enough that I could feel his presence without him touching me. “I don’t expect Xavier to keep his hands off you for long if he sees you’re interested. If he sees you like this.” He leaned down and his breath stirred the hair behind my ear. “He’s challenging me not to touch you until he does. But there are other things I can do.”

Oh fuck. I tugged at my bottom lip with my teeth, my dick throbbing with need as it swelled in the tight confines of my slacks. “I’m pretty sure ‘fraternizing’ includes everything.”

“It may, but we’re not at work.”

I hissed in a breath as he brought his cheek close to mine. If I turned my head, I could kiss him. Damn it, I wanted to, but…

“I don’t want to mess things up here. I need this job.”

“Then we’ll continue the lesson. Type exactly what I say.” Luther remained where he was, his voice dropping an octave as I bought my fingers back to the keyboard. “Every piece of clothing you’re wearing was picked out by me. Soft fabric, in colors I knew would suit you. When you move, you can feel it moving over your skin. From the collar against your throat, the smooth cotton against your nipples that are probably tight and hard. Even now, you’re more aware of them, thinking of what it would be like to have my mouth on them…”

I closed my eyes, heart pounding, more aware of my nipples than I’d ever been. I hadn’t thought a man could get off on just his nipples being toyed with, but if Luther did it now, I’d fucking explode.

“Keep typing, Alec.” A hint of amusement laced Luther’s tone. He paused, then reached out and braced one hand on the arm of the chair, close to my thigh. “The pants are what really got to you though. Just constrictive enough to feel snug against your ass, to feel pressing down on your dick when you get hard. You know I can see all of you and it makes you nervous and aroused all at once. You don’t know when I’ll get tired of them and tear them off you. Or what I’ll do to you once I have you naked. You want to know, you don’t want to wait any longer, but you have no choice.”

“Shit.” The last few words I typed were jumbled. I shifted to adjust my erection, but the pants were too tight. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“I need…fuck, I’m so turned on it hurts.”

“I can’t touch you.” Luther made a soft shushing sound. “But I won’t stop you from touching yourself. Not this time.”

The idea of pulling out my dick right here in his office was embarrassing. And bad. And hot. Him watching me wasn’t enough, but if it was all I could have, I’d take it.

I lowered my hand, stroking myself through my pants. “This might still break Xavier’s rules.”

Luther’s lips brushed my ear. “It doesn’t.”

His brief touch broke the rules, but I was too worked up to care. I opened the button of my slacks, then tugged the zipper down and freed my dick from the confines of my new, soft, black cotton boxers. I curved my hand around myself, tipping my head back as I stroked, pleasure spreading from the base of my spine to the head of my cock. Already precum gathered at the tip. I wouldn’t last long.

“Look at me, Alec.” Luther whispered. I opened my eyes and he brought his mouth close to mine so I was breathing in his every exhale. “Be grateful for the rules, because once you’re mine, your pleasure will belong to me as well. It will be my hand on you, taking you to the very edge and deciding whether or not you deserve to go over. I may make you wait.” His breathe was sweet, I could almost taste the syrup from breakfast. A hint of coffee and mint. I tried to bring my lips to his, but he stayed just out of reach. “I may make you wait until I have you bent over my desk, desperate for me to fuck you. Begging for it.”

Gasping in air, I moved my hand over my dick faster, almost feeling like he was making me wait now. The pressure was building, but my focus was on his words. On how I could have so much more than my hand.

“Luther…please…”

“Come for me, pet. I’m already more tempted than I should be to say fuck the rules, but it won’t be long.” His lips brushed mine. “For now, give me this.”

I came with a shout, warmth spilling over my hand and hitting his desk. My hips jerked and my legs trembled as the surge of pleasure melted through me, stealing the last of my strength. I dropped my head against the back of the chair, panting like I’d run a mile.

Luther remained at my side, still looking like he wanted to touched me, groaning softly before reaching into a drawer and handing me a box of Kleenex. “Clean yourself up and we’ll continue.”