I only just met the man, but I think Heathcliff likes his boss, and for some reason he’s taken a shine to me. He hides a grin behind a gloved hand, then sends Tolly a short nod before retiring to the galley, where he pulls the curtain.
It’s not exactly what I call privacy, but I’ll take it.
Tolly tickles my sides. “You are such a troublemaker.”
I laugh and try to escape his fingers while staying firmly planted in his lap, getting him back by vigorously rubbing my ass against his cock.
“Gael, I’m…”
“Hard as a rock?”
“Yes.”
After checking the curtain, I slide to the floor in front of him, kneeling as I push his thighs apart.
“Gael…”
“He can’t see anything. Can you be quiet?”
“I think so.”
He struggles for a moment to get his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped until I get impatient and bat away his hands, taking care of it for him. Dipping into his underwear, I scoop out his growing shaft and tight balls, and then I bury my nose into the base of his cock and inhale his clean, musky scent.
Tolly throws his head back with his eyes to the ceiling, mouthing out words I can’t hear. Might be a prayer, could be a curse. His knuckles are white as he grips the ends of his armrests.
I slide my mouth down his cock, loving the muted, desperate sounds, reveling in how hard he’s trying to hold back. I make a meal of his glans, licking and sucking it, using the tip of my tongue to tease out a pearl of precum from his slit.
When I’m certain he can’t take it a second longer, I take him to the back of my throat. He punches the armrest with the side of his fist, his hips rising off the chair. Pinning his unruly hips back to his seat, I hold him in place while I take him apart.
Needing more, I grab his hand and put it on the back of my head. He takes a ragged breath as my eyes meet his, my meaning clear. His chest rises and falls as he sends me a short nod. I grin and relax the back of my throat as he sifts his fingers through my hair. I wasn’t sure he got the memo until he grips it tight, thrusting up while pulling down.
Yes.
I relax my jaw even further, letting him take everything. Proper gentleman that he is, his violent hip thrusts are absolutely silent. It’s my turn to stifle sounds of pleasure. I love being his like this; I want him to do it again, and again, and again.
“Gael—” he chokes out. I catch his eye again, nodding slightly, wanting it.
With the softest exhale on the most violent thrust, he comes. Oh God, does he come. I nearly choke on it, loving that even more. He shivers on the last few thrusts and pulls away, his breathing ragged.
I sit back on my haunches, satisfied as I lick a spot of cum from the corner of my mouth. Before I can catch my breath, Tolly yanks me up from the floor, twisting me so that my back is against his front. With rough movements, he undoes my jeans, pushing them down to mid-thigh.
I lean my head back on his shoulder while he spits on his hand and takes half a second to slick my cock. Pressing his forearm arm against my chest, his strong fingers circle my shaft.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he shuttles his hand up and down, at first gentle, then with more umph, and finally with such careful force that my eyes roll to the back of my head.
The rapidschlick-schlicksound is barely audible above the engine noise. I valiantly try to stay silent but can’t help the nearly silent grunts. It’s not just his hand on my cock, it’s the way this gentle, kind man with his Hawaiian shirts and linen shorts is jacking me so violently with one hand while his other drifts to my neck. Using just the barest pressure, the move sends chills out along my chest and down low into my belly.
“This feels good, yes?” he asks, his accent sophisticated even as he’s wringing pleasure from the very depths of my soul.
“Mmf” is all I can manage because he’s added an evil flick to his wrist right under the head.
So turned on I can hardly think, I fuck against his hand, blowing every circuit in my body. I shoot so hard that my vision goes black for a second, and by the time I’m aware again, cum is everywhere.
Tolly keeps one hand against my throat, breathing slowly with me as he delicately licks his hand that’s now covered in my cum. Scooping up the remnants from my belly and shaft, he pushes his refined fingers into my mouth.
“Suck.”
I do, tasting my own salt as he spreads his fingers, letting me explore them, his other hand heavy against my throat as I swallow. Satisfied that I’ve licked every drop of cum from his fingers, he wipes them against my bare thigh, leaving a slick trail of our combined fluids.
