Tate is under the desk.
On his fucking knees.
His big eyes swirl with heat as they look up at me. My focus shifts from him to the screen and back again. I know what I need to do…but can I do it?
Fuck. Need burns too strong in my veins. I give him the slightest head nod, then I whip my head back to the Zoom call.
Randi and Edwin exchange barbs about who was to blame for a hacking threat we encountered last summer while Tate unzips my fly. My cock pulses against my boxers. Tate reaches in and strokes me over my underwear. It takes all of my willpower not to moan. From the chest up, I am Bill Crandell, Chief Marketing Officer. And from the chest down, I am the horniest man on earth.
Randi tries to cover her ass by pinning it on the third party IT security company we contracted with at the time. Meanwhile, Tate unbuttons my pants. He pushes them and my boxers to my ankles. My cock feels amazing, out and free from the fabric restraints.
Tate’s eyes light up at the sight of it. I want to stare down at him, but I can only take quick peeks. He gives it a soft stroke from the base to the tip, as if surveying how the hell he’s going to fit it in his mouth.
You wanted it this bad. You’re going to take every inch, buddy.
His tongue circles my bulbous cockhead, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to stay upright during this. Tate’s pouty lips stretch as he fits my cock inside his mouth. The warmth of his tongue makes my balls draw up, but we gotta pace ourselves no matter how ready I am to come.
He wastes no time, immediately sinking my cock down this throat. He gets almost the entire thing in his mouth. I love the way he looks with a face full of me.
“Let’s move on. The big question for this year is expansion. We’ve been able to be competitive against the big national auto insurance brands, but our market share is still in the single digits,” Edwin says. “How can we grow sustainably? I still believe slow and steady wins the race.”
The same could be said for Tate’s dick sucking ability. His slow, steady sucks are on another level. They drag out the ecstasy of his wet mouth. He’s a man who knows how to paint the tree. He seems to be getting as much enjoyment out of this as me, savoring my thick shaft, licking the pre-come off my pulsating tip.
“The business graveyard is littered with companies that expanded too soon without a plan.” Edwin teepees his hands. “Do you agree, Bill?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. Shit. Chest up CMO Bill needs to hold it together. “I mean, yes. I agree. We only get one chance to make a first impression.”
“Exactly,” he says.
Despite being very intelligent, the man eats up cliches like…well, like the way Tate is eating up my cock.
I catch our reflection in the window. Me standing confidently at my desk. Tate on his knees like a good boy giving my cock the attention it deserves. I feel on top of the world, a master of the universe, emboldened.
Keeping my upper body still, I slide a hand under the desk and push Tate’s head into my crotch, making him take all of me. With my other hand, I mute my speaker just in time for Tate to gag on my cock.
“Fuck yes,” Tate says.
I watch my camera, making sure I remain still as I push Tate down again, hitting the soft skin at the back of his throat. He erupts in another gag. Saliva drools around my dick.
I want to tell him what a good boy he’s being, but I can’t say a word, so I pat his head.
“We need to ramp up hiring if we want to expand. We’ll need to allocate some marketing resources for that, too,” Noi says. “Unless you think we could increase our budget, Edwin.”
Edwin nods. “We can discuss that in more depth at another date. It might make sense.”
“That’s amazing,” I say as Tate’s tongue drags down to my balls, aching for a release.
“Don’t get too excited just yet, Bill. We need to see what the budget would look like,” Noi tells me.
If the budget is anywhere near as good as Tate’s mouth, I’ll be a very excited camper.
Tate strokes my cock as he licks my balls, flooding me with pleasure. I rock the lower half of my body to get closer to him. His tongue is working more magic than Houdini. As Edwin questions Kelly, our Chief Sales Officer, I admire my fat cock in Tate’s pert, precious mouth. Tate winks at me. This guy is too much.
I always knew Tate was incredible, but this incredible? I am floored.
I grab the hotel notepad and pen and scribble a missive to my assistant. He’s used to getting notes from me while I’m on calls, usually in the form of Slack messages.
Tell me how much you love sucking my cock, I write while keeping my rapt focus on the call. To my colleagues, I am diligently taking notes. I rip off the piece of paper and slip it to Tate, who’s gone back to sucking on my cock.
