Nothing Above You

Fourty three

Enzo Marcelo

I look at the boy kneeling on the floor, between my legs.

I can feel my dick throbbing and the heat making me melt under his hands on my thighs. He stares at me, nothing but lust and desire dancing through his emerald eyes.

My gaze falls on the mole under his eye and then on the one under his lips before gulping. The need to rush home and have him moan my name clouding my mind.

I don't dare to look at the area where my dick lies, knowing damn well that it is standing and poking under the fabric.

However, I don't want to rush things with him. I don't want him to feel obligated to please me if I please him. Pleasing him was my pleasure.

The old me would have laughed even thinking about this.
Pleasure from seeing someone so drowsed by the way you touch them? Yeah. That was me with Mateo.

"Please." His tiny voice makes me look at him, his cheeks getting even more pink.

I think about giving up, letting the boy do whatever he wants to do. I have already surrendered myself to him. He has every right on me, on my body.

"Sir?" The voice on the door grabs my attention and I look at Mateo with horror. He looks in the direction of the door before looking completely lost, unbothered as his eyes stare up at me. His fingers that rest over the fabric on my thighs make me lose myself as I try to keep myself aware from the fact that there is someone behind the door.
He looks like a little kitten, I swear.

The door moves, and I panic, buttoning up my shirt. "Mateo. Hurry! Under the desk!" I whisper and he immediately moves under the table. Thank god my table had the front cover.

Maria walks in, a worried expression laced over her face. "Are you alright sir?" She questions, and I pull myself closer to the table, my legs resting on each side of Mateo. He brings his hand back to my thigh making me jolt before I clear my throat and smile at Maria.

"Yes, completely." I focus on Maria as she stands at a distance from the table. "Well, that's a relief." She sighs, before adding. "I tried calling you many times to inform you about tomorrow's schedule."

I look at the telephone that rests on the desk and notice that I had indeed received 6 calls from her.
I was probably too busy making out with Mateo.

"Oh." I say before stiffening when I feel the hand on my thigh gently move forward, leaving a faint trace behind. I suck in a sharp breath before stealing a glance under my desk only to find a completely different Mateo. He stares at me through his lashes, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushing in bright pink.

I look at Maria with a professional expression. Not planning a murder in my mind, at all.

I stop breathing when his hand lands on my cock, him inhaling a soft breath. His hand starts to work as he presses and squeezes the area softly.
I bite my tongue when a cold shiver runs down my body, making me almost throw my head back.

This boy, he knows what he was doing and he was enjoying it. A lot.

"I got anxious when you didn't answer any of the calls." She says, a relaxed expression replacing her face. I raise my eye brows, giving a quick nod. I try to smile but panic runs down my body when I feel the zip of my pants being dragged down.

Ah fuck.

"I'm sorry, I must have been outside for a smoke." I lie, barely being able to let the words out. I suck in a sharp breath when the button of my pant opens, and my boxer is pulled down. The sudden coldness makes me freeze for a moment before I clear my throat.