Three Strikes

Between his skill and my eagerness, all the months I'd spent craving him and hating him in turn, it wasn't long before my orgasm overtook me. I trembled and choked out a moan as it started, releasing his hair so he could pull back if he wanted, but Jeremy kept me inside, sucking hard as the first jet of my release spilled onto his tongue.

Heat rushed through me, starting low in my pelvis and spreading fast. My eyes slammed shut, and behind my lids, I watched as a block of color broke apart one tiny piece at a time and vanished into nothingness.

After it was over, Jeremy pulled back and licked his lips, pink and swollen from his efforts. Before he could speak, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I bent down and pressed my lips to the bulge that strained the front of his pants, inhaling his scent, musk, clean sweat, and nuzzling lightly at the length of his cock.

I reached the tip and paused when I felt something circular and unyielding. My eyebrows furrowed, but only for a moment. It didn't take much longer to figure out what the hardness was. Another piercing.

I looked up at him. "Let me see it."

Jeremy smirked a little and lifted his hips so I could pull down his pants. His cock, impressively large for a man of his size, made my mouth water—especially when I got to the curved barbell at the head.

I'd never been with a guy who had a Prince Albert piercing, though I'd seen my fair share of pictures. The idea of one had always intrigued me, but as far as body modifications went, I was totally vanilla. I had no ink and not a single piercing to my name. Maybe that was why I'd always been attracted to the exact opposite.

I licked at the barbell, which felt smooth against my tongue and warm from his body heat. Jeremy moaned softly when I followed that lick with a swirl around his cockhead, tasting the bitterness of his pre-come and the salt of sweat. I moaned as that flavor possessed me. Suddenly, I couldn't get enough. I sucked him down as far as I could, taking him to the back of my throat and swallowing around his tip, using every dirty little trick I knew to drive him out of his mind.

The sound of my name was the only warning I had before his come filled my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and cleaned up what I'd missed with my tongue as his cock began to soften. Jeremy's fingers, which had threaded into my hair at some point, tightened and drew my head away.

Our eyes met, mine wide in surprise at myself, his dark and satiated. "So, have I earned my second chance?" he asked.

I blinked at him for a moment, and then jerked away, my stomach plummeting. "That," I said, my voice cracking halfway through. "That's not—I—this wasn't—"

He reached for me and pulled me back down. "Stop. That's not what I meant. I just need to know, should I bother coming in tomorrow? Are you letting me go?"

I struggled against the queasiness that had sprung up inside me at his original question and the fear that what happened between us had simply been an act to make sure his job was secured. I hadn't thought so at the beginning. Right then it was hard to be certain.

"I... Yes, you still have your job." I brushed his arms from my shoulders and got to my feet, pausing to pull up my jockstrap and shorts so I wouldn't trip over them on the way to my locker. "The call with that customer wasn't recorded. I can discard the write-up. But the next time something like that happens, it'll be your last."

I turned and started toward my locker. A shower could wait until I got home. I didn't want to be in that room with him for a second longer than I had to be.

He watched me in silence as I packed up my bag, sitting with his pants still halfway down, his expression inscrutable. "That's it?" he asked when I reached the door.

I glanced at him over my shoulder. When I answered, my voice was harsher than I intended, undoubtedly revealing some of the emotions I'd have preferred to keep hidden. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to care. "You got what you came for. What else do you want?"

Jeremy just looked at me for long seconds. He shook his head. "What I came for is about to leave me sitting here like a chump with my cock still out," he said. "When I said I wanted you, I meant it."

Somehow my legs took over even as my brain struggled to understand what he'd said. I found myself in front of him again without a clear memory of having moved. "I'm sorry. I thought... Well, it doesn't matter. I want you, too."

Jeremy arched a brow at me. "Then let's get out of here. Your place, mine, I don't care. I want you to fuck me. And tomorrow, maybe we can skip the exercise, and you can take me out for a drink."

"Yeah?" I said, relief making me grin. "Maybe you should be the one buying. I figure after last week, you owe me one, McDouche."

Jeremy's lips quirked briefly before he smothered the expression. "Yeah," he murmured. "I guess I do."