by Hunter Frost
I was both excited as hell and terrified.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I couldn’t handle this.
I took a deep breath.
Yes, you can. Concentrate.
I steadied my hands and reached over to set his feet in my lap. I nearly groaned when I touched his soft, luxurious skin.
Like last time, I pressed his toes back into a stretch. But without socks it was so much more intimate. I could feel every inch of his flesh; the pads of each toe tip and the webbing in between.
The stockings had made for an easier glide before, but I compensated by lightening my touch. I stroked him down the middle of his arch, increasing the pressure until he moaned.
“Good?” I about squeaked.
“Fucking fantastic,” he said, his head falling back.
I worked on the balls of his feet to more groans of pleasure. Shit, he had to stop that. He was making me squirm.
I moved back up to his toes, massaging each on their own, tugging gently as I slid my fingers up the sides, adding pressure to the stem and tip, then rolling it around.
He bit his lip and closed his eyes.
When I got to the pinky toe, he sighed. “Why does that feel so damn nice?”
I swallowed. “A combination of pressure points and nerve endings.”
“How romantic,” he said, a smile in his voice.
I was confused. Did he want me to say something more . . . romantic?
No, he was just flirting and enjoying the massage. And allowing me to live out at least a portion of my ultimate fantasy. What man into feet wouldn’t dream of massaging Alejandro’s perfect soles?
I tried to ignore my thoughts and concentrate on finding that spot low on his arch that he had liked me to work last time. I skirted it at first, teasing him, until he flexed his foot back in frustration. I finally stroked deep into that hollow, rubbing back and forth.
Alejandro gasped and moaned. “I’d hate to see my reaction if you tickled me.”
I smiled, massaging small circles over the center of his foot. “With how sensitive your feet are, you’d most definitely scream like you were being murdered.”
Alejandro grinned, his head falling back again, as if lost in euphoria.
“Then I’ll make sure to behave,” he said, his voice rough.
God, he sounded sexy—his breaths heavy and ragged. His laptop hid the easiest way I could tell if he was aroused. But the way he flexed and curled his toes while moaning, I was positive he—
“Though please don’t hate me,” he interrupted my thoughts.
“Why would I hate you?”
He removed the laptop, but with the massive tent there in his pants, I swear his cock could’ve pushed the laptop off without any help.
My eyes went wide. “Oh . . . um . . . it’s perfectly natural to get aroused during massages.”
“Foot massages?”
“I have.” I wanted to clap my hand over my mouth at my admission. Why the hell did I say that?!
He cocked his head slightly and arched a thick brow. “Do you get aroused when . . . giving massages?”
Oh fuck.
I shook my head. “No.”
And there was no way that convinced him at all.
Alejandro studied me. “You’re lying, El.”
I laughed nervously. “No, I’m not.” I took my hands away from his feet. “I should probably get going.” I wanted to get out of there before I revealed too much. I could handle anyone else thinking I was a freak, but if Alejandro thought that, I’d be gutted.
“Please stay,” he said, and the seriousness in his voice had me suddenly rooted to my seat.
I swallowed. “Do you want me to continue?” I asked in a whisper.
“I want to see what else you’d like do to my feet.”
My heart kickstarted into high gear, and I blinked, shaking. How did he know?
Alejandro smiled at me, his eyes dark and full of something dangerous. His bulge strained his slacks, and he put a hand over it seductively.
He continued. “You’re under no obligation to do anything you don’t want to, but El, you’ve got me so worked up. I’d love to see you how you’d worship my feet.”
I almost came right then.
Alejandro wanted me to worship his feet! My dreams had come true.
My cheeks flared as I moved to sit on the floor. I didn’t want to waste any time overthinking this.
I lowered my head and kissed the pad of his big toe.
I could feel him shiver all the way down to my lips. I moaned as I kissed down the row of his toes, running my teeth gently over the last one.
His breath hitched, and I glanced up to see him watching me intently, biting on his knuckle.
I lifted his foot and licked a long, slow line from his heel, up the inner side of his sole, to his big toe. Swirling my tongue around it, I sucked it into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.
“El,” he whispered, still watching, his lips parted.
The rest of his toes got the same treatment. I pretended each one was a little cock as I moved up and down, nibbling on the tip, my tongue sliding over and around. Alejandro whimpered, and it was like a hand squeezed my dick. I moaned as I sucked and licked, and Alejandro squirmed in his seat. As I passed along each toe, I’d glide my tongue in between to the delicate webbed skin.
“Dios, that’s . . .” He grabbed at the couch.
Descending from his toes, I nibbled on the outer side of his foot, letting my teeth work the fleshy ball.
“Oh shit. I have to . . .” He paused as he pressed a hand over his cock in his slacks. “Can I, El?” he asked, palming himself through his pants, his expression desperate and pleading.
How could I say no to that?
“God yes. Please!”
He quickly undid his pants and folded them down. I could see a sliver of tight black briefs, his large bulge straining the fabric. Momentarily distracted, I watched as he slid down his underwear until his hard, thick cock sprang free, the dark tip wet with precome.
“This is all because of you,” Alejandro said, sliding his hand over his dick, leaning his head back.
Was this really happening? I’d only heard him say those words in my dreams. I groaned, hopeful I was awake, and sucked at his instep.
I could hear the soft slick of his hand pumping his cock.
I kissed his arch, and he moaned. I’d learned that that arch was a hotbed of nerves for him. I ran the tip of my nose and my lips in the hollow of it and he lifted his hips.
“Fuck me, that’s good.”
He kept pumping away at his dick, and I licked into the hollow again with a heavy tongue.
He gasped. “El, that spot is like a straight line to the head of my cock,” he said, his voice ragged.
He watched as I licked, long and slow, from his heel, dipping into his high arch, then to the ball of his foot.
He shuddered. “Dios, I’m going to come, El. Make me come, please.”
Those beautiful words swirled in my belly and caressed my own dick. I’d never in a million years thought I’d hear anything like this from Alejandro.
I held his foot with both hands on either side and teased his arch again with the tip of my tongue.
He moaned, his hand on his cock moving faster.
I concentrated on that sweet spot, my tongue moving all over his tender skin.
Alejandro writhed and pumped his hips. “Oh fuck. Fuck. I’m going to come.”
I whispered, “Yes,” as his legs shook, one last lick sending him over the edge.
He cried out. “El! Oh . . . dios . . . dios . . . fuck.” He babbled more expletives as he came. I rubbed his other foot while I continued licking him through his orgasm.
He was loud, and I hoped nobody would come running to see what was happening.
He had lifted his shirt up when he came, and as he finally trailed off from his twitching, I pulled away to see the pool of come on his stomach.
Alejandro Rios came from me w
orshipping his feet.
I could die a happy man.
Chapter Ten
Alejandro
I looked down at my belly, full of come, my breathing still labored.
I reached into my pocket for my silk handkerchief. I’d ruin it for sure, but it was so worth it.
El watched me in a daze, his hands resting on my feet, looking completely wrecked. With his glasses askew, hair mussed, and his suit jacket crumpled, he was the hottest thing in the world. And what he’d just done . . . Kinky? Extraordinary? Mind-blowing? All of the above. But nothing seemed to truly capture it. I’d never done anything like this.
El’s satiated expression reflected mine. His lips were parted, and he panted along with me.
Then suddenly, as if he woke up and realized he was late for work, his entire face changed. His gaze darted around in a panic and he jumped up. The tent in his slacks was huge, and when he glanced down, he blanched in horror. I could tell he was ready to run.
“El, don’t go.” I looked up at him.
“I—”
“Just sit down.”
After a long moment, he took a breath and went back to his chair. He palmed his neck nervously.
“Closer,” I said, my voice thick.
He inched forward on the chair, and I lifted one of my feet. He stared at it like he was both mesmerized and confused.
“Let me try something?” I asked.
He swallowed and then nodded hesitantly; his eyes locked on my foot.
“Spread your legs.”
His eyes widened, and yet he still moved his knees apart, looking up at me quickly when he realized where my foot was headed.
I pressed the bottom of my foot to the bulge in his pants and he groaned.
“Al,” he moaned, “what are you . . . holy shit.”
“Put your hands behind you on the chair,” I ordered, trying to contain my own nervous excitement.
He obeyed, and I positioned myself so I could trace his cock.
His breath hitched. I put my toes underneath his balls and rolled my foot upward so the underside could massage him as I flexed.
El’s mouth dropped open and he shuddered.
“Take off your pants.”
It took him a moment to realize I had said something. Then he wasted no time getting up to undo his pants and let them fall.
Though his checkered boxers were adorable, I wanted those off too.
“Keep going,” I said, and he briefly blinked in my direction before pushing the boxers off his slim hips.
He had creamy-white skin and a long, thick, and pink cock that I wanted in every way.
For now, I was going to take my tanned foot, so dark against him, and stroke him with it until he came as hard as I had.
“Sit. And let me fuck your cock with my foot.”
“Oh god.” He nearly fell back onto the chair to spread his legs eagerly.
I circled the underside of my toes and the ball of my foot over the head of his cock, lubing it up with the generous amount of precome leaking out.
I’d never thought I’d be the one rubbing over El’s hot dick with my foot, slowly jacking him into ecstasy.
He kept his hands on the chair behind him and lifted his hips, thrusting his pelvis into my foot as I rolled over his throbbing cock.
He watched for a while, moaning and gasping, then his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he sighed like he’d just released years of pent up tension. “That feels incredible. Those soft soles . . .”
“It feels like I’m stroking a hot, hard rod of steel,” I added. “That throbbing dick is ready to gush.”
He looked down again and bit his sexy lip.
“Use one of your hands,” I instructed. “Hold onto my foot and use it.”
“That’s . . . hot.” He gasped as I felt more wetness drench the bottom of my foot.
“Using my foot as a Fleshlight?” I said, smiling.
But it wasn’t funny at all when he wrapped his hand around the top of my foot and pressed his cock tight against it, thrusting long and slow, the precome making it slick.
“Yeah.” His body trembled. He had to be close.
“Come for me, El. Do it.”
“God,” he whimpered.
“Come all over my foot as I stroke you off.”
“Al . . . yes, fuck, yes . . .” And his shaking turned into harsh spasms. “I’m coming.”
He pumped hard into my foot as his come spilled over me, his body jerking and convulsing.
Head back and his mouth open in a silent moan, I could’ve watched him bask in ecstasy for hours. And I could’ve come again with the slightest touch.
“You are gorgeous, El,” I said, feeling his orgasm deep inside me.
He twitched hard one last time and brought his head forward. He blinked at me as he struggled to catch his breath.
He looked down at my foot, covered in his come, and lurched from his seat as if it was on fire. “Shit, shit, shit . . . What the hell have we done?” he said, pulling on his boxers, hopping on one foot, then the other.
“El, calm down.” I sat up and used the same soiled silk handkerchief to clean off my foot.
He didn’t say anything as he pulled up his pants and fastened them. Then he started to babble . . . “How could I do this? Why don’t I have any control when it comes to you? Now I’ll have to find another job because this could only blow up in our faces.”
“El, stop. Please.” I finished dressing, minus the socks, but as I got up, Ellison shook his head and bounded for the door.
“Wait!” I hastily slipped on my shoes and followed him.
Outside my office I didn’t see anyone, so I rushed toward the restroom. I knew he wouldn’t go to his office. He wanted to hide.
I pushed open the door. Ellison was at the sink, hands running over his face. After a quick scan for shoes under the stalls, I was satisfied we were alone.
“Don’t freak out.” I walked over to stand near him, and he backed away until he hit the wall.
“Don’t freak out?” He raised his voice. “Don’t freak out?! How can you say that? We’re screwed, Alejandro. We’ve just . . .” And he paused, seeming to be running through everything we’d just done in his head. His eyes dilated and his breath caught. “You came from me worshipping your feet,” he whispered, dragging a hand through his hair. “Then you . . . made me come.” He shivered and his gaze leveled with mine. “You’re my boss.”
“I know,” I replied, holding his stare.
“This is wrong,” he said, and yet his whole body seemed to be balancing on some invisible edge.
“I know it’s wrong. But, El, all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you right now.”
There was barely a second before he launched himself at me to meet my lips. I moaned as his mouth connected with mine. He eagerly explored every inch of it, and god, he tasted sweet. He grabbed at my face, running his fingers into my hair, gripping tight. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, squeezing his firm ass, and fitting him up against me. His cock was already hard again.
El whined against my ear, trembling. Fuck, now I was hard too.
Our kisses were passionate and desperate, our bodies writhing against one another as we gasped and groaned.
Suddenly, I heard a distant voice even through the pounding of my heart and the rush of my blood in veins.
“Someone’s coming,” I mumbled through the kiss.
“Huh? Again?” he replied, and I fought back a laugh.
“No, as in someone’s coming into the bathroom.” I pulled back reluctantly.
“Oh,” he said, dazed. Then it hit him. “Oh!” And he moved back, adjusting his glasses and smoothing his clothes. Though it would be tough hiding that hard-on.
“I’ll see you tonight, babe,” said the voice before Trent came through the door, pocketing his cell phone.
Both Ellison and I made it to the sinks. El was closest to the door, and I was farther back.
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bsp; “Oh, hey guys,” Trent said. He seemed nervous, which was odd.
“Hi, Trent.” El dried his hands and waved. “See ya.” And he was out the door. Lucky bastardo.
I, on the other hand, was stuck.
I washed and dried my hands but stayed facing the sink in hopes I could get rid of my erection. I messed with my hair in the mirror. “Sounds like you’ve got a hot date tonight?” I asked as Trent went to use the urinal. I hadn’t heard any gossip recently about Trent dating anyone. If anything, he was suspiciously quiet about his love life, even though he could be considered one of the most eligible bachelors in San Francisco. Young, attractive, powerful, and wealthy. Loads of men and women would be dying to either hit that or snatch it up for good.
If I hadn’t been more preoccupied with Ellison recently, I might’ve noticed something.
“Oh, um,” Trent paused. This was incredibly unusual. Did El and I just catch him in something top secret? “Well, I . . .”
Ok, this was getting awkward. “Listen, Trent. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s obviously none of my business. I was just making small talk.”
Trent blushed. Like full-on strawberry-red cheeks. I’d never seen him this nervous. “Thanks, I’d . . . rather keep this to myself for now.”
Hmm. Then it was a hot date. Or something even bigger. Someone had him all tied up in knots.
I was beginning to know what that felt like. “Say no more,” I said, picking a piece of lint off my shirt, then heading for the door.
I clapped him on the shoulder as I walked past. “We’ve all got our secrets.”
Chapter Eleven
Ellison
Al: We’ve got to talk about this, El.
The text came through after I’d finished a haphazard dinner of crackers, cheese, and anything else I could find in my near-empty refrigerator. It had been a while since I’d shopped for food. Too many other things were on my mind.
I knew we had to discuss what happened, but right after Al and I had made out like rabid teenagers, I wasn’t in the right mindset for anything. I could barely walk out of there when Trent came in. I’d taken a few deep breaths and calmed down enough to let Gary know I wasn’t feeling well and left for the day.
