Coming Together: With Pride (35 page)

Brice shifted in his seat and leaned a bit closer to Matt. "Why is that?"

Good body language. Hell, yeah! He
owned
this job. "So I could look at his nipples," Matt confessed. Feeling more flirtatious than informative, he leaned toward Brice.

Brice twisted and rummaged around in his bag. "Take off your shirt."

Matt's stomach flipped, and he started unbuttoning his shirt. "Yes, sir." Should he hit the yellow button? How much time remained on his hour?

Brice held up a large piece of cloth. "Don't call me 'sir'. Call me Brice…" His voice trailed off, and Matt watched Brice's gaze explore him. This wasn't the visual measurement that Mikki did. Those blue eyes looked hungry. "On second thought, call me 'sir' for the day."

Matt nodded and hit the yellow button. "Yes, sir." Good-bye, Mistakedom! Farewell, Fired Town!

****

The senior lobby host did a double take when he looked at the podium. "Mr. Camden just went yellow."

Mikki shouldered the lobby host out of the way. "What?" Jealously put a bitter taste in his mouth. "Whatever. I don't care."

The senior lobby host smirked. "He never went yellow for you."

"Your implication is insulting." Mikki shrugged and ripped his gaze from the podium. "Foxx probably hit a wrong button." He stepped away from the podium, but a hand on his elbow stopped him. He turned and looked at the senior lobby host.

"No one interrupts a yellow."

****

Brice held the mesh fabric against Matt's chest. He narrowed his eyes, looking at Matt's nipples. "You
can
see them if it fits tight enough."

Matt looked down his chest. "Yes, sir." Maybe he should play up the fantasy scenario a bit. "I was also thinking that this party would be at night and in the fall."

Brice fanned his fingers against Matt's chest and gently squeezed. His voice was soft and distant. "Your build is good for this material." He blinked a few times and looked into Matt's eyes. "Why is the party in the fall?"

"So that the crispness of the air would make my lover's nipples hard," he rushed to add, "sir."

Brice slowly nodded. "I see. It's sexier that way." He used his index finger and thumb to hold the fabric taut over one of Matt's nipples and scratched his free index finger over the nipple, bringing the pink nub to a firm point.

By the time Matt's other nipple was hard, he was squirming in his seat. "Yes, like that, sir." His voice went breathy. Heat from his nipples traveled through his body and arousal pooled between his legs.

Brice looked over his glasses at Matt. "You like that?"

Matt whimpered and nodded his head. Many men didn't enjoy nipple play, but some did and Matt was one of them.

"How much do you like this, Matt?" Brice started rolling and pinching Matt's nipples through the thin fabric.

Matt melted into the seat and moaned. The harder Brice pinched, the more Matt mewed and squirmed.

"Answer me, Matt." Brice clamped his fingers down around Matt's cloth-covered nipples, slowly pulling until the pink points popped from his fingers.

Two quick, sharp jolts of delicious pain shot into Matt's chest, forcing him to gasp. He'd be glad to answer if he could have control over his voice. Panting, he looked at his customer through half-lidded eyes. "I like it a lot, sir."

"How hard?" Brice ran the pads of his thumbs over Matt's nipples.

"As hard as you want to make it, sir." That was the truth. Matt had yet to be pinched, bitten, or clamped too hard.

"Well, then…" Brice released the fabric and curled his fingers around Matt's wrists. "Put your shoulders back and sit like you want me to play with them." He put Matt's wrists on the top of the circular seating.

"Yes, sir." Matt straightened his back and puffed out his chest.

Brice rubbed the fabric over Matt's chest. Matt looked down his body and watched Brice's hands explore him. His customer's fingers traced the muscular contours. The fabric, smooth and warmed by his body temperature, slipped over his skin. He heard Brice's breath quicken and looked up. A blush of arousal washed across Brice's cheeks. Talking about fashion had been a wise move.

Brice tucked the fabric between Matt's arms and the seating. "Look at my eyes, Matt." His fingertips traced Matt's nipples.

Two types of pleasure—fluttering softness and penetrating sharpness—mingled in Matt as Brice teased his nipples. He rocked his hips, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. It was all he could do to keep his chest presented and his eyes locked with his customer's blue ones.

"Eye contact is very important." Brice continued teasing Matt. "Those green eyes of yours will tell me what your mouth doesn't." The pressure around Matt's nipples spiked, forcing him to whimper. "Ah yes, there's that look. The look that says you've had enough." He released Matt's nipples, trailed his hands down Matt's stomach, and massaged Matt's thighs. "Thank me, Matt."

"Thank you, sir." Matt's cock twitched inside his jeans. If Brice didn't want to go all the way, Matt would need a moment alone before meeting his next customer.

Brice lifted the bottom of the mesh, folded it at the middle, and held the fold against Matt's lips. "Hold this for me."

Matt bit down on the fabric, keeping his bare chest exposed while Brice twisted around and dug through his bag again. With a piece of burlap folded in his hands, Brice turned and brushed his lips against Matt's dark pink nipples. "They must be real sensitive now."

Brice's warm breath washed across his skin, and Matt mewed. He spoke around the mesh. "Yes, sir."

Brice flicked the tip of his tongue over one of his nipples. Matt hissed a breath through his teeth and closed his eyes. Brice bounced between Matt's nipples, seemingly not wanting to leave either one feeling neglected. Kisses, licks, and soft swipes from Brice's tongue made Matt crave more. He rolled his hips, praying the seam of his jeans would offer some kind of relief. The damn jeans denied him. Stupid fabric.

Brice brushed the tip of his nose against Matt's. "Open your eyes and look at me, Matt."

Matt tried, but he could only get his eyes to cooperate halfway. Brice removed his glasses, carefully folded them, and put them on the far end of the table. He shook his hair back over his shoulders and cut Matt with a gaze. Those eyes—beautiful behind glass and breathtaking naked. They called to Matt and devoured him. They were a deep rich blue—warm and inviting, yet teetering on intimidating.

Brice draped the burlap over his hands and touched his cloth-covered middle fingers against Matt's nipples. He started rubbing in small, firm circles.

Matt gripped the seat cushions. His shoulders jerked from the seating, trying to protect his sensitive skin from the bite of burlap. The texture grew rougher and warmer with each little rub. Friction and pleasure twisted inside Matt, making him whimper and vainly grind his hips. The seam in his jeans still betrayed him.

Brice whispered, "Don't give me that look yet. Take it, Matt. Expand your boundaries."

A bead of sweat rolled down Matt's temple and his skin flushed. Air rushed in and out of his lungs, making his head spin and his moans short. Prickles of heat punctuated Brice's touch. Each circle further fueled his need.

"Just a little longer, Matt. You can take it."

Matt's erection strained in his pants almost to the point of causing pain. The heat around his nipples made him wonder if he was getting a friction burn. "Please, sir," he pleaded, but he wasn't sure what he was asking of his customer. Equally torn between wanting to stop and wanting more, he moaned. His eyes fluttered back.

"Look at me, Matt." Matt did his best to focus on the possessing eyes before him. Brice shook his head. "You just bought yourself five more minutes. Keep your eyes on me."

Matt groaned in frustration and resignation. Heat throbbed between his legs, and he could barely keep his ass on the seat. An ache took residence in his cock, and sharp darts of pain punctuated the rough attention to his nipples. "I…" His voice hid under a moan. "I…," he cried.

"You what, Matt?"

"I…" His voice cracked, and his hips jerked from the seat. "I can't take five more minutes."

Brice smirked. "I don't care." He leaned in and pressed their cheeks together. Brice's eyelashes fluttered against Matt's skin. Brice's voice dropped and firmed. "You're going to take it, even if you come in your pants. Got that?"

Matt hissed, "Yes, sir."

Come in his pants from nipple play? He wished he could do that. That would be a most enjoyable experience, but as it was, he was stuck with desire burning in his blood, an achingly hard dick, and traitorous fucking pants!

Brice continued his attentions, seemingly relishing in Matt's squirms and moans. Matt's nipples turned from dark pink to red, growing darker with each rotation of the burlap. By the time Brice withdrew his touch, Matt was wholeheartedly moaning and had dropped the mesh from between his teeth.

"Thank me, Matt."

"Tha…" Matt's head spun and he couldn't capture his breath. First his pants and now his voice? Could he keep control over anything?

Brice brushed the tops of his fingernails against Matt's cheek. "Shh, take your time."

Matt closed his eyes and turned toward Brice's touch. He felt his fever drop and his breath calm. He kissed the inside of his customer's wrist and whispered, "Thank you, sir."

Brice ticked his gaze toward Matt's bulge. Out of curiosity, Matt looked down and saw the outline of his cock in the denim. It throbbed, refreshing the ache between Matt's legs.

Brice whispered, "You didn't…" He sounded a bit disappointed, though more toward himself than Matt, and moved the burlap toward Matt's chest.

Matt grabbed Brice's wrists. "Please, no." The mesh completely fell into his lap. Toward the end, the burlap started to get painful, and Matt was confident he couldn't take anymore and still find it pleasurable. How the hell was he going to finish his shift this sensitive?

Brice hiked an eyebrow and softened his voice. "No, really?"

"No, really."

Brice smiled. "Then 'no' it is." He freed a hand and started opening Matt's jeans. "I can't very well leave you like this."

Matt shifted his hips and helped work his pants off. He put them on the seat near his shirt. Finally! He was going to get some relief from the ache between his legs.

Brice's hand hovered over Matt's cock. Precum glistened in the slit. "You're already weeping."

Matt smiled. "You're that good, sir."

Brice shifted the burlap over his hand.

Oh, holy hell! His eyes grew wide when the burlap closed around his cock. The scratchy material made him wince. Having the burlap rubbing his nipples was one thing, this was too much.

Brice gently stroked. "Feel that, Matt?" He slipped one hand behind him and blindly felt for his bag.

Matt nodded and wished he couldn't. He sputtered, "It hurts, sir."

"Oh, it does?"

Tiny pinches traveled along Matt's cock. "Yes, sir." He tried to fight it, but the material made him jump and twitch.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Matt nodded. "Enough to endanger my…" He glanced down.

"Oh, not the way I'd hoped to help it go down." Brice replied with a bit of mock sympathy. "Pity that you have to experience such a thing in order to truly enjoy this." He whipped a piece of satin from behind his back and quickly replaced the burlap.