Chapter 2: Building Tension
The door closed with a soft click, enveloping the room in a cocoon of silence. I leaned back against the desk, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel the sweat trickling down my spine, my heart pounding in my chest.
Alex's eyes raked over my body, taking in the messy tousle of my hair, the flush on my cheeks, the way my chest heaved with every breath.
"Well, someone seems to be having fun," he drawled, his lips curling up in a smirk.
I didn't bother denying it. I knew Alex well enough to know that he wouldn't judge me for my sluttiness, if anything, he would encourage it. "You have no idea," I replied, flashing him a grin. "Thompson knows how to work that dick."
Alex's eyes darkened at my words. "Fuck, Brad," he said, his voice low and rough.
"You know how to make a guy feel good."
"Mmm, I know," I replied, my own voice sultry and seductive. "It's all about the technique."
Alex chuckled, but his eyes stayed locked on my cock as Thompson continued to work his magic. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, the pressure becoming almost unbearable.
"I-I'm gonna come," I stuttered, barely able to get the words out.