It only took a few more strokes of Thad’s hand and few more hard, hungry kisses before Graham came. His shouted releasewas muffled by Thad’s lips, and he came so hard he felt dizzy after, his knees going watery.
The solid press of Thad’s body was the only thing keeping him upright and he slumped forward, resting his forehead against Thad’s shoulder as he shivered through the final, gentle strokes of his hand.
“That’s it,” Thad whispered. “Yeah.”
Graham let out a shaky breath, taking a moment to compose himself.
When he finally straightened and Thad pulled away, carefully holding his messy hand away from their clothing, Graham got an idea. Thad liked dirty? Oh, Graham would show him dirty.
He grabbed Thad’s wrist and lifted it to his mouth, dragging the tip of his tongue along a glistening white trail of cum along the side of Thad’s fist.
Thad inhaled sharply, going still.
Graham smiled at him, then kept going. He licked up every last drop, keeping his gaze on Thad’s as much as possible, enjoying watching the emotions flickering across Thad’s face.
Shock. Disbelief. Heat.Hunger.
When Thad’s hand was clean, he let go and tucked himself away.
Thad still stood there, arms hanging by his sides and his cock still visible in the open fly of his unzipped jeans. So Graham tucked him away too and zipped him up.
It wasn’t until he finished doing up Thad’s belt that he reacted.
Thad let out a low noise and pressed him back against the cinder block wall, kissing him deeply.
“I can’t believe you swallowed,” he whispered when he finally pulled back. “And then licked my hand clean.”
“What else was I going to do with all that cum?” Graham asked with a laugh.
“Spit it in the trash?” Thad gestured to a big rolling trash bin next to them.
Graham shrugged. “I wanted to taste you. And … me.”
Thad let out a tortured noise. “You … fuck.Baby.”
He leaned in like he was going to kiss Graham again but the sound of footfalls in the hallway made them both freeze.
Hard soles and heels on tile.
“And move my ten o’clock appointment to eleven, if possible. Apologize and offer to make it up to Jake,” a man said.
“Got it,” a woman responded.
They both stiffened as they recognized the voices coming toward them. Gavin and his assistant, Amelia.
Thad drew in a sharp breath.
Graham felt like he was holding his as he waited to see what they would do next.
She sighed. “I am sorry. You’d think the temps would know by now to leave extra time after your meetings with Ned. I’ll have a talk with them in the future.”
“Ned does tend to ramble on,” Gavin said with a soft laugh. “But it’s fine. I just don’t want to be rushed in my meeting with Jake.”
“It’s about the team’s progress in Concord so far, yes?”
“Yes.”
“I am sure I can smooth it over with him. He’ll understand.”
