Chapter Eighteen
Now
Casey leaves the office a few minutes ahead of us. By the time Declan and I emerge downstairs, where the security detail awaits, neither of us look like we’ve just been fucking upstairs. We’re both dressed, carrying laptop cases, neckties loosened but in place and wearing our blazers.
Declan tries to let me get in first, but I step aside and motion forhim to go, our gazes meeting for only the briefest of moments before he obeys me.
My cock thickens again as he does, and I surreptitiously reach down to adjust myself as I duck inside and follow him into the SUV’s backseat.
Once we’re alone there and on our way, I reach over and grab his right hand and pull it into my lap, covering my bulge, and squeeze his hand around it. It’s dark, and thedriver can’t see what we’re doing.
Even if he could, he’d never say anything. Just like nothing’s ever been said about the times I had an official driver like this for events, and I had Ellen blowing me on the way home, or I fingered her. They’re sworn to secrecy. I mean, they won’t let me rob a bank or something, but between two consenting adults they’re going to turn and look the other way.
As we approach the front gate of my development, I squeeze Declan’s hand once more before I remove it from my lap, patting it as I release him in the middle of the seat. Our gazes meet again, holding there.
I know whatever this is, he’s as all-in as I am in this moment.
Probably not even because Casey told him he is, either.
I don’t know why it should be any surprise to me that Casey is a literalDominant. I’ve known her over two decades. She doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body. Before she left tonight, she put Declan on the floor on his knees in front of her and went through what I suppose is a ritual for them. He kissed her feet, received a head-scratch from her, and then she leaned in and kissed him after some whispered words between them that I couldn’t hear.
Apparently hehas a couple of changes of clothes stashed at her house, so she’ll bring one for him in the morning when she arrives to pick him up.
There are a million questions rolling through my mind, but I don’t dare ask them now, even with relative privacy.
I don’t want to…think.
I want to pick up where we left off, shut down my noisy brain for the night, and go to sleep come-drunk and exhausted withhim in my arms.
Counts as cardio, right?
At the house, I unlock the door and have Declan enter first. The driver waits to leave until we’re safely inside. I lock us in, reset the alarm, set my stuff down on the bench…
And grab Declan by the necktie and slam him back against the front door, where I pin him as I kiss him. When I press my thigh between his, he moans and starts eagerly rockinghis erection against me.
“That’s it, boy,” I hoarsely rasp against his kiss-swollen lips. “Work up another one, because neither of us are going to sleep tonight until we both nut again.”
He’s…gone. That’s all it took, manhandling him and going Dom on him. And he can take a hell of a lot more than Ellen could have.
I damn sure have plenty to give him.
I love the glassy, glazed look in his browneyes, the way his lips part for me, his eager thrusts against my leg.
Still holding his tie, I force him to his knees and pull his face against the front of my slacks, where my erection strains for freedom again. I cup the back of his head with my other hand and fist his hair to guide him.
“Going to teach you how to properly worship a real cock, boy,” I tell him. “Better get used to that now.You’re going to spend a lot of time on your knees for me.”
His moan vaguely sounds like, “Yes, Sir,” but he’s too busy mouthing and nuzzling the outline of my stiff cock through the fabric for me to know for sure.
Eager boy is eager.
You havenoidea how happy that makes me for a variety of reasons.
The main reason being it means I don’t have to feel a single fucking ounce of guilt.
Aftera couple of minutes of that I tip his head back and stare into his eyes. Responsible George needs to make a brief appearance, so I force my cock to relinquish just enough blood flow back to my brain to allow me to focus.
“You need a safeword.”
