“I’m traumatized,” I said on a sigh, and Mom must have heard me because she continued to laugh at us.
In the kitchen Z stopped in the only corner not visible from the living room and snuggled against my chest while I held him. If this was what enduring Mom’s teasing would buy me—these perfect moments with Zayden so close—I didn’t really care too much.
* * *
The week had been a long one so far. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday night we’d ended up staying late and going through more paperwork for the corporate-espionage case. Half the office was pulling overtime and no one was pleased about it. Z and I more or less only had time to wake up each morning, jerk off in the shower together—not taking our time, either, just getting the job done—put on our suits, and hike back to the office. If Mom hadn’t been staying with us to send leftovers along for lunch, we would have been living on takeout. This morning Zayden had insisted he would riot if I didn’t stop for his iced coffee, so I had.
On the rest of the drive I’d watched him sipping at the straw on the monster drink. All goddamned morning he would lean over to mouth the straw, absently poking the end with his pretty pink tongue while he thought about whatever problem he was working on. Those plump lips wrapped around that plastic. He flicked his tongue over his lips each time he sat back, as if he couldn’t stand to let a single bit of the sugar go.
My cock had been hard most of the fucking day.
Dare:Meet me in the bathroom near the little conference room. No one is in here.
Z:Okay.
The last time he’d slurped at his cup had been… the final straw. I opened my phone and looked at the photos I’d taken of Z, beautiful with his little baby belly strapped on. I didn’t think of dicks as pretty, but his was, the way it curved up and was reddish at the tip, ready to be touched. Ready to come for me. I almost dropped my phone as I opened my fly and took my cock out. I didn’t mess around as I tipped my head back and jerked it fast and dirty. I hadn’t realized I liked porn quite so much until I had some pictures of Z to look at. I fucking loved having them on my phone. I stroked myself and leaned my back against the stall wall, pleasure twisting up in my gut.
The outer door opened, and I stilled, barely breathing.
“Should I hoot like an owl or something to let you know it’s me?” Z asked, snickering. “Whatever could you be doing in this old, abandoned bathroom?”
I cracked open the door of the stall, and he came over and shoved inside. His gaze dipped down to where I was stroking my cock as he closed the door, then locked it, mouth dropping open.
“What….”
I flashed him the picture I’d gotten to in the slideshow, his pretty cock so fucking hard and his pink underwear around his lickable thighs. “I have some good jerk-off material here.”
His eyes widened, and then he was on me, kissing me. The heat of his mouth had my cock throbbing, and I loved the way his lips melted against mine. He let me take control as if it was nothing. I sucked on his bottom lip and squeezed at the head of my cock.
He turned his mouth to the side.
I growled under my breath.
“If your mom doesn’t leave soon I’m going to die of blue balls. The showers aren’t cutting it,” he said and chased my fingers away from my cock to take over touching and teasing me. I spread my legs farther and leaned back, watching the way he worked my shaft. My brain wanted to blank, but he’d said something that jogged an important memory.
“Oh, she texted me earlier. Dad apologized. Apparently he doesn’t know how to use the washing machine and he was desperate. She’s going home to her place after she gets out of work.”
“Yessss,” Z said and kissed me again.
I laughed against his lips. “You’re the one who didn’t want to mess around too much with her there.”
“Shecaughtus.” He shuddered, and when he did, he tightened his grip on me. I breathed through a surge of pleasure, almost on the brink of coming.
“Someone could catch ushere,” I said. “Can I?”
He nodded frantically as I rubbed my palm against the bulge in his suit pants, and I wasted no time freeing his cock so I could have the warm weight of his hard-on in my hand. I stroked him softly. I still wasn’t entirely sure I was doing anything the best way with him, but I watched his face and massaged my thumb over the bump under the cap of his cock the way I liked. He gasped and thrust against my grip, and I did it again.
“Not the same. I don’t care if anyone here knows we’re fucking. Can I suck you, Daddy?”
“Here?”
“No, in the parking lot,” he said with a smirk.
“Fine, but I’m not stuffing it back in my pants.” I reached for the lock, and he laughed, swatting at my hand, but then he dropped to the floor and licked his lips.
“Boy, suck me like I’m the straw in that drink you’ve been flirting with all day.”
He whimpered and kissed along my shaft, his soft lips and warm breath an unreal tease. “Is this what you want, Daddy? I’m not sure I know how to do it the way you like it. Tell me,” he whispered. His big brown eyes were a trap I couldn’t look away from. I knew damned well he was fully versed in making me bust a nut down his throat. In fact, as much as I hated thinking about him with anyone but me, his oral skills were one of the things I was quite happy he possessed—they blew my mind so fucking bad.
