“You’ve been imagining me?” I asked. It was supposed to sound coy. It came out breathless.
He didn’t reply in words, just hauled my jeans right down to my ankles, then went ahead and started pulling my shoes off. The helium inside me bubbled up and came out as a laugh, andhelaughed, too, coming back up to kiss me, to spread my thighs open and nestle his chino-covered crotch into mine.
Then he paused. “Are we going to be interrupted?”
“Nope.” I grabbed at his shirt, started unbuttoning it, but he seized my wrists gently.
“I don’t want anyone walking in on us.”
“No one will,” I insisted. “No one knows the code. Well, except Nate. And, uh, the staff.” I could see he was slowly backing up, mentallyandphysically. I had to act fast. “Okay,” I sighed, and slid out from underneath him, rolled off the desk, and beckoned him back through into the living room.
He grabbed his jacket along the way, so to distract him from ideas of leaving, I shucked off the rest of my clothes as I walked. He followed warily, until he saw I was headed to the keypad next to the main doors.
“See this?” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. I caught him staring at my ass, and his gaze snapped up to mine. “I’m changing the code. And I’ll have you know I’veneverchanged this damn code. But for you, I’ll do it.”
It took me a minute to figure outhowto change that damn code, and I had to reread the digital instructions several times, but when I was finally done, and turned back to face Jack, he seemed a lot more relaxed. He’d laid his jacket over the back of the sofa, and his shirt was still open a few buttons.
“You know, you really should change that code regularly,” he said, but his eyes were drinking me in. My cock had died down a little at my frustration with the keypad, but I was glad of the breather.
“Noted,” I said, walking back toward him. He stared unapologetically at me, and I gave a shiver at the longing in his face. I took his hand and pulled him back into the art room. For some reason, it felt like the right place for him.
I’d never fuckedanyonein my art room. Teased myself, yes. Enjoyed a little solo action, sure. But I’d never, ever taken a random hookup into my art room.
Jack seemed like a deserving first.
I pushed him back into the seat at my desk, turning the chair around so it faced the room. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me the whole time.
He wanted me. Hewantedme, wanted me so bad that—I could see it plain as day on his face—he was having second thoughts.
So without further ado, I got on my knees and slid my hands up his hard thighs. He gave a shiver as my fingers reached the button at his waistband and, holding his gaze, I flicked open his pants. I caught a glimpse of black underwear, the line of his thick cock pressing against the cotton, but before I went further, I leaned in to nuzzle against him, breathing him in, trying to memorize his scent, musky and dark.
I looked up again. He was watching me calmly, although I could feel his rising excitement under my lips when I murmured, “Can I?”
He said nothing, just gave one sharp nod of assent. As I found the band of his underwear, I glanced to the side and saw his knuckles turning white where they clutched at the back of the sofa, like it was a cliff and he was hanging off it. A swift, deep affection bloomed in my chest.
And then his dick was in my face, and that was all I cared about. He was large, cut, his cockhead flaring out wide, and he was going to be exactly the kind of challenge I liked. I wanted to taste him,reallytaste him, without the formality of latex, but I gave a glance up to see what he was expecting.
“Would you like to use a condom?” I asked politely.
He blinked, and a faint flush washed through his cheeks. “I—I, uh, don’t have any on me, but—” He cleared his throat. “Sure.”
“Would you mind if I don’t?” I clarified.
He stared down at me for a moment, then finally said, “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
I reached out with my finger, running the tip of it under the helmet-head of his cock. “I tested a week ago. All negative. And I’m on PrEP. You?”
“I…tested negative for everything a while back. I haven’t, uh, you know. Been with anyone. Since then.”
It wasn’t the most eloquent exchange of status information, but I could see it wasn’t my frankness that was tripping him up, just the fact that he hadn’t gotten any action in a while. Normally with my hookups, I asked a few more questions—or answered a few more. But for now, I just gave him an encouraging smile and turned my attention back below his waist.
I loved sucking bare dick. I rarely did it, and part of me thought Jack should know that, should understand that I was making an exception for him, but my mouth was already full. Full ofhim, his cock warm and smooth as it slid across my tongue. I gave a moan of appreciation, got an answering gasp.
He barely moved for the first few minutes, although I could feel the tension in his thighs as I rubbed my hands over them. When I looked up at him and let his dick pop out of the tight ring of my lips, slap against my chin, that was when he finally reacted. He let out a long breath and ran one hand softly through my hair and with his other, ran a thumb across my wet bottom lip.
“You look so pretty sucking me, you know that?”
I licked over his slit and then dived back on, letting him guide my head to the rhythm he preferred, and as he got closer, I let him plunder me, let him fuck my face without any pretense at finesse. I was so turned on I could feel my asshole spasming in time with his thrusts into my throat, but all I wanted was to make sure he enjoyed it. Make sure it wasmemorable.
