His hands roam my body, starting at my arms, moving down my back, my ass, my outer thighs. His touch is warm and appreciative, tracing my definition and hard-earned edges.
With one hand, I align our cocks and press my body against his. He wraps his arms around me, and we kiss. Slow, groaning, wet kisses I’ve stopped trying to rush, but heisletting me lead. I’m the one to grab his ass. I’m the one to grind my hips, encouraging him to grind back.
I’m the one to pull us onto the bed, and I’m the one who rolls him onto his back to keep dry humping and kissing him. He smells like rain and lust. “Tell me what you’re into,” I say when I don’t think I can keep it PG-13 anymore without exploding in my shorts.
“Everything.”
“For example?”
“I’ve never been fucked by a CEO before. I don’t think.”
I huff. “You don’t think?”
“I don’t always ask questions.”
“Hm.” So this isn’t his first time moving fast. It’s been a while for me, though, so more information would help.
I shove his arms over his head and slide lower to kiss his chest, one nipple at a time, paying them plenty of attention as he breathes heavily beneath me. His chest hair is doing it for me tonight, making me feel slightly worshipful. I rock my hips, rubbing my cock over and over his. An urge to wrap my mouth around it slams into me so hard, I have to pull off his nipple and take a deep breath.
Sucking cock isn’t exactly my brand these days. I did it plenty back in high school and college, but since I started working in Silicon Valley, I turned into more of a throat fucker. Sucking dick is almost always something I imagine doing when I find someone attractive, but it hardly ever happens.
“I think I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Yeah?” Deacon asks.
“Yeah.”
“I’m not gonna say no if that’s what you’re waiting for.”
It was. “Don’t come,” I say.
He laughs softly. “That’s the line?”
“Not a line,” I tell him as I peel back the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I just don’t want you to come yet.”
“Then don’t be good at it.”
“I’ll do my worst.”
To my surprise, he runs a hand through my hair, pushing it back enough to look me in the eyes. “I’ll pull you off if I get close.”
I nod, appreciating his sincerity, and wrap my mouth around the fat, salty head of his leaking cock.
Both of us moan—loud and simultaneous. As I slide my mouth down his generous length, he tugs on my scalp. “One second,” he says when I pop off.
“Please,” I hear myself saying. He tastes and smells so fucking good. I need more.
He holds me firm for a few deep breaths, then loosens his grip, and I immediately dive back down on his dick. With an enthusiasm so reckless and all over the place, I make loud slurping noises as I suck him.
It takes more than a few passes to get him into my throat—I’m out of practice—but it’s so fucking worth it when I’m able to scent the musk of him at the root.Fuck yes, this is good. Exactly the distraction I need.
He tolerates my deep throating for a few seconds before my head gets yanked back again, and I gasp, drool covering my chin.
I wipe it with my forearm and look him over. His chest, neck and cheeks are flushed. His swollen lips are parted, panting. His eyes are low-lashed and hooded. We need to fuck. Now.
Being in love is a problem bigger than I anticipated. It’s bleeding into everything, and as fucked up as it might be, I need this outlet like I need my next breath. It’s a mad scramble on my part—or it feels like it—to get to the condoms and lube. Hishands are on my body while I’m reaching into my nightstand, giving me chills and making me want things I have no business wanting from someone I only just met. I need to fuck, and I need to come. Then—maybe—I can form a coherent thought again.
Before I can even rip the condom packet open, though, he’s on me. I don’t resist. Somehow, I saw this coming. It starts with a parting of my ass cheeks and a kiss on my hole that makes me shout with surprise. Then his tongue is in me, and his hand is between my legs, drawing my cock down between my thighs.
