AN:
Third part of an ongoing story. Each story can stand alone, but reading the others does help with their dynamic. I hope you enjoy it!
Tags of note:
Nipple play, light D/s, light dirty talk, semi-public fondling.
Day two of the conference was just as boring as day one, but the swag bag was better. My coworkers and I ate lunch together, but since I worked in the smaller office I really didn't know any of them. It was nice watching Kyle talking to his peers though, seeing him in his element, speaking to other supervisors, showed why he was in the position to begin with. He was personable and commanding and had a gentle way of keeping boundaries that didn't make him seem like he thought he was better than everyone else.
In the afternoon all of us were ushered into a large theater area. We listened to the keynote speaker, a tall man with a thin mustache that spoke about marketing strategies that were aimed at gaining the trust of a younger demographic. Some people were taking notes, others yawned and I couldn't help but think about the stranger Kyle and I had encountered in the elevator. He had said the ideas here were often out of date and listening to this speaker he was right. I tuned out when he said companies should utilize social media of "Myspace and the like," clearly he had no idea where the youth were hanging out online. Near the end he said he had a 45-minute video for us to watch. I heard Kyle groan beside me and slouch down in his chair. I glanced over and he had crossed his arms and his legs. He looked extremely bored.
The man left the stage as the lights went off, not dimmed but completely off, plunging us all into darkness. The sudden loss of sight shocked enough of us that some gasped in surprise. The large screen in front of us lit up, but not enough to give adequate light to us near the back. It was weird and uncomfortable. Not even actual movie theaters got this dark. I sighed, settling in to watch what would be an undoubtedly dry film entitled "Social Media and the American Young Adult".
After a time I felt Kyle's hand touch my arm. I looked over and after my eyes adjusted somewhat I saw that he still had his arms crossed, but he had extended his right arm further so he could place his hand on my bicep. Feeling confident that we wouldn't be seen in the dark I reached out and placed my left hand over his. I gave it a squeeze then looked back up at the screen. A few more minutes passed and I shifted, stretching out my long legs and putting my hands on the wooden armrests. Fuck it, I was going to take a nap. I closed my eyes and let my body relax but just as I was about to really settle in for a good rest I felt Kyle's hand move, sliding off my bicep until it was touching my chest.
I took in a deep breath, surely he wasn't going to touch me in public like this! Sure it was dark, but it could still be a risk. I was trying to come up with a way to protest when his index finger began to stroke my right nipple. I bit my lower lip to keep from gasping. He was going achingly slow, his long finger softly caressing the tip until it was hard. Then he put more pressure on it, pressing his finger down more, but still keeping the leisurely pace. The slow movement meant I could feel every time his finger caught on the underside of my nipple then lifted it until it sprang from the edge of his finger and bounced back down. Then he would move his finger again in the other direction until my tight bud pointed downward, before releasing and bouncing back up. Over and over again he rubbed my nipple slowly until the pleasure it was creating rolled through my body and made my other nipple pebble to hardness.
I lowered my arm, placing it beside me and off the armrest, showing him that I was accepting his ministrations. His finger sped up just a bit, rubbing the tip until it tingled. Then he crooked his finger and used the nail to scratch gently over the very tip. The sensation made me jolt a bit and I tried to cover it up by shifting to cross my legs, but that just made me realize how erect I was. I glanced at Kyle and he was smirking. He took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to roll it. He took his time doing this too and each movement of his fingers made my arousal grow. He began to pull on it, stretching it to its limit then letting it go so it sank back into my pecs before doing it again. He pulled and released my nipple until my toes were curling and my body warmed. I was trying hard not to pant, but the pleasure was almost unbearable. The knowledge of knowing he couldn't very well make me come in this place and wishing he could touch both of my nipples at the same time made the tension in my body reach a fever pitch.
He suddenly let me go and shifted away from me, uncrossing his arms and putting his elbow on the armrest so he could cup his chin in his hand. I looked over and he was looking at me with a wicked smile. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and went back to watching the video.
I don't know when I fell asleep but Kyle was gently shaking me. My eyes popped open, embarrassed and terrified of being seen. The video's credits were rolling and I got myself straightened and lucid before the lights snapped back on. More than a few of us groaned at the blinding light. The speaker came back on stage and asked if anyone had any questions. We endured a few of those before we were finally, blessedly released.
I went immediately to the bathroom to throw cold water on my face to try to wake up further. I was drying off when Kyle walked in.
"You good?" He asked.
"Yeah, just tired and fucking bored."
He chuckled, "Same," he stepped up and getting on his tip toes leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.
It still surprised me how bold he could be sometimes. Anyone could walk through that door. I grinned at him, "I think you want us to get caught."
His eyes twinkled as he reached up and pulled on my nipples. He smiled, "Nonsense. I kinda like the thrill."
He squeezed them and I let out a moan involuntarily. He chuckled then left the bathroom first. I took a moment to throw cold water on my face again, but for a whole other reason than tiredness.
By the time the day was over I was exhausted. I flopped onto my bed on my back and let out a long groan. I used my toes to kick my shoes off as I loosened my tie. I closed my eyes and let the softness of the mattress soothe my aching back. I heard a soft knock on the door adjoining my room to Kyle's. I didn't answer, he knew I kept it unlocked, he was just letting me know he was coming in.
I heard the door open and the soft fall of his feet as he sought me out. I felt the bed dip but I still didn't open my eyes. I felt his hands at my belt and sighed when he started to undo it then my pants.
"You look worn out," he whispered.
"These shoes suck for walking and I learned nothing, which just feels like I wasted time I could have spent being productive," I rubbed my hands over my face then lifted my hips so Kyle could work down my pants, "I'm just over it."
"One more day," Kyle whispered as he threw my pants aside. Then he began to unbutton my shirt.
I just hummed in answer and enjoyed being taken care of. I wasn't surprised once my shirt fell away that his hands started to roam over my chest and belly. I kept my eyes closed and allowed myself to feel handsome under his gaze.
"I wanted you so badly today," he whispered as he began to knead my pecs, "I didn't mean to tease myself, but after touching you in that auditorium all I could think about was wanting more of you," I felt his fingers wrap around my nipples and squeeze, "more of these."
"Why do you like them so much?" I asked quietly, trying not to dispel the mood.
"Because they are so sensitive," he plucked them, "and large. God I love how big they are. Makes them so easy to find underneath your shirt. So easy to lick," he leaned over and demonstrated nice and slow, making me sigh, "you know," he whispered against it, his lips brushing over the tip, "they throb in my mouth when I suck them," he bit it and I moaned.
He started to lick one while his fingers fondled the other, "I love this part," he gave it a quick suck then pulled away with a smack, "when I can feel it grow hard in my mouth," he sucked it again, a little harder this time and I moaned again. Another smack then he blew on it, "When your nipples get hard I know your cock is too..."
I arched as he moved to the other and suckled that one, worrying the spit slicked one with his fingers now. He continued to slowly suck my nipples, making them tingle and grow long. And he was right, my dick was straining against my underwear. When he started to flick the tip of my nipple with his tongue I felt my cock twitch in interest. He kept his tongue on me as he pulled back, releasing my nipple from his lips but still working it over with his tongue. I arched again and began to pant. I felt like my entire body was on fire. He was so good at this.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered then used his hands to grasp my pecs and squeeze them. The action forced my nipples to stand straight up towards the ceiling. He held my chest strongly then alternated licking the tip of each one over and over again until I was practically vibrating with pleasure. Then he used his lips to pluck at them, first the right then the left, then the right again. The sound it made was lewd, the only sound in the room being my harsh breathing and the popping wet noise from his lips. He then took them between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them quickly, like he was rolling a ball of clay. I bucked my hips and I felt wetness on my inner thigh.
"K-kyle...I...my leg," I wasn't coherent and it made him chuckle.
He must have looked down because he said, "Oh, look at that, you're leaking," he used one hand to pull my cock out but immediately put it back on my chest and resumed rolling my tit.
I let out a choking sound then pleaded, "Please...your mouth."
He didn't say a thing, just obliged and latched onto one of my nipples. His suction was slow and he worked his lips and cheeks like he was nursing. It made me blush when I suddenly wondered if he would like it if I was lactating. He let out a soft hum like this was the most comfortable place to be and the vibration reverberated through my nipple and down to my cock which sputtered precum. I shuttered and he used that moment to move over to the other one. His suckling was driving me crazy and I let out a gasping moan as my back arched again.
