He releases his death grip on my shirt, sliding his hand down my chest to my abdomen, coming to rest on my hip. His thumb sneaks under the hem, brushing against my bare skin, and I shudder.
It’s too much and not enough all at once. I’m drowning in sensation, in the scent of his cologne, the wet slide of his lips and tongue, the heat of his body pressing me into the cushions. I never want it to end.
I keep his mouth pressed to mine while nudging him gently so he’s stretched out on top of me. His taller frame blankets me, blocking out all other sensory input. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and he's the only thing I can feel. He moans, sending another rush of heat through my veins.
I spread my legs, and he settles between them, his hard length pressing relentlessly against mine. I can’t hold back a tortured groan as he grinds into me. Jesus fuck, he feels incredible.
I should really stop this.
The last time we were together, we didn’t have a professional relationship to worry about, but things are different now; I mean, technically speaking, he’s my employer. This kind of thing rarely leads to anything good.
But I cannot be arsed to care right now. Not with the way he’s sucking on my tongue, nearly consuming me and groaning like a starving man enjoying a five-star meal.
God almighty.I haven’t wanted anyone this badly in so long. It’s almost refreshing to feel the ache in my balls, thatcravingfor another person. My hookup-heavy lifestyle is satisfying enough, but this kind of desperation to be close… this desire forconnection. This is something I haven’t felt since Richard.
That gives me pause, but just for a moment. I don’t want to examine it too closely. All I want right now is to revel in these amazing feelings.
Jesse’s tongue traces a scorching path down my neck, making my heart pound and my head swim. His touch is electric. Last time, we fucked like we were starving for it. But this… this is slow and languid and seems to tap into something deeper. It sparks a need I didn’t even know I had.
He slips his hand under my shirt, his palm warm on my skin, causing goose bumps to break out across my flesh. I arch into him, silently urging him on. His mouth finds the pulse point at my collarbone, and he sucks, hard. I gasp. It’s like he’s branding me, marking me as his own.Why is that so sexy?
Heat curls in my belly, tightening and spreading outward like flames, scorching me from the inside out. I feel like he’s setting my soul on fire with lust. All I can think ismore, more, more… and I need itnow.
He moves, sliding off the couch onto his knees, and urges me to sit up. My pulse thunders in my ears as he kneels between my parted thighs, his heated look making my mouth go dry.
He reaches for my belt as I suck in a sharp breath. With deft fingers, he undoes the buckle and pulls it free from the loops, letting it clatter to the floor. The button and zipper follow, and I lean back, lifting my hips to allow him to tug my clothes down my thighs and all the way off.
My achingly hard cock springs free. He licks his lips, his eyes roaming hungrily over my length. The tip is already slick with precome, glistening in the dim light. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of him settling between my splayed thighs.
Anticipation coils tightly in my gut as he leans in, ghosting his breath over my sensitive skin. I bite back a whimper as he wraps one hand around the base and leans in, his breath hot against my aching flesh. I suck in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to buck my hips and chase that delicious heat.
His tongue darts out, tracing a hot, wet path along the underside of my shaft. A guttural groan escapes my lips as he swirls it around the swollen head. I tangle my fingers in his hair, scraping my nails lightly against his scalp, needing to hold onto him to ground myself.
“Fuck, Jesse…” I rasp, my voice thick with need.
He hums in response, and the vibrations send delicious tremors through my cock. Then he sinks down, taking me deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. I throw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as wave after wave of molten pleasure courses through me.
He hollows his cheeks as he sucks me hard, his tongue working skilled magic along my length. He bobs his head, taking me deeper with each downward slide until my cock nudges the back of his throat. He hums again, and looks up at me, his eyes full of heat and need.
My hips flex of their own accord, fucking shallowly into that divine heat. He groans around me like he’s savoring the taste and feel of my length filling his mouth.
“Shit, I’m not going to last…” I pant, my fingers tightening in his hair.
Our eyes lock. It’s obscenely sexy, the way his lips are stretched around me, his eyes glassy and his cheeks flushed red. Anticipation coils in my groin. My thighs tremble, my toes curling against the carpet as that tight, tingling heat builds. Jesse doubles down on his efforts, his tongue swirling wickedly.
I’m right on the razor’s edge, every nerve ending firing as that knot of ecstasy pulls tighter and tighter.
With a hoarse shout, I let go, arching up off the couch as I spill down Jesse’s throat in hot pulses. He swallows it all greedily, milking me for every last drop until I collapse back against the cushions in a boneless heap.
He pulls back, a smug, satisfied grin on his face. He licks his lips slowly as our eyes meet. Christ, seeing him so thoroughly debauched, his lips swollen and slick, his eyes still bright with lust has my spent cock giving a valiant twitch.
Chapter 7
Jesse
Ikneel on the floor in front of Martin, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself, because he looks completely blissed out. His eyes dark with lust and slightly unfocused, while his breathing fast and shallow. I love that I can affect him like this.
Unfortunately, however, my 44-year-old knees are complaining, so I reluctantly get to my feet, extending my hand to him.
