His hesitation was clear enough. His eyes roamed over me from head to foot as if assessing the risk versus the reward. “This is why you didn’t eat.”
I reached for the button on his pants. “This is why I didn’t eat,” I said softly. “I want you inside me.”
His cock filled the front of his pants, tenting the fabric until I lowered the zipper and released him. One eyebrow went up. “I can’t imagine your ass is more talented than your mouth.”
“Mm.” I lowered to my knees on the rug. “Then I propose an experiment. We do both, and then you can declare a winner in the morning.”
Locke threaded his fingers through my hair. “My guests arrive in the morning.”
I shrugged, running my chin along the hard heat of his erection. “A simple whisper will suffice. We can speak in code. ‘Heads or tails,’ if you will.”
The sound of Locke’s bark of laughter was electric, lighting up parts of me that had been asleep a long time.
“I’d make a dirty joke about putting my head in your tail, but I’m afraid I’d botch it,” he said, looking down at me fondly.
I leaned in and rubbed my cheek against his shaft, inhaling the now-familiar scent of him. “Later, then,” I murmured before opening my mouth and drawing the head of his cock inside of it.
The blow job was quick, mostly because he was already hard for me, but also because I was good at it. And I knew he needed to get back to work. As soon as he came with a ragged grunt, I flopped back on the rug to finish myself off.
Part of me expected him to pull up his pants and return to his computer, but another part secretly wanted him to stay. To watch.
The second part won.
Locke’s eyes moved over my body as he fastened his pants, stopping and staring at the hand I had wrapped around my cock. I’d used my own saliva—still mixed with his release—to ease the slide. And then I went for it, stroking and arching under his intense stare.
“Look at you,” he said in a low voice. “Writhing on the floor with my cum in your throat and on your cock. Does that feel good? Are you getting off with my cum, Jethro? The taste of it. The feel of it. The scent…”
I let out an embarrassing sound, but I didn’t care. His words were doing it for me in a major way, and there was no one else here to hear them.
“Put a finger in your ass for me.”
I moved a hand down behind my balls, pressing my taint before feeling for my hole. My knees were bent up and spread, and Locke moved to get a better view.
“That’s it. Inside, Jett. Slide it in. Do it now.”
I wasn’t going to last. I was going to nut in half a second if he kept talking like that, kept tilting his head to the side and staring at me with narrowed eyes.
My finger breached my hole, and I felt the automatic squeeze response. Locke huffed out a breath and swallowed.
“Fuck yourself with it.”
I pressed the wet finger further in, trying not to focus too much on the sensation since I was already on a hair trigger.
“Give me another finger,” he said. His arms crossed over his chest, and his jaw flexed. “Stretch that tight hole for me, Jethro. I have plans for it later.”
As soon as my second finger tugged my hole—before I could even slide it inside—Locke grunted deep in his throat. And that was it.
“Oh fuck!” I arched back, balls tight and nerves firing. With one last feeble attempt at fucking myself on my fingers, I groaned through my release, the hot splash of cum landing on my stomach and chest.
Somehow, I kept an eye on Locke, whose face remained mostly composed with the sole exception of his heated stare and the red flush of his cheeks.
“Good boy,” he murmured before turning and exiting the room.
I lay there on the floor, chest heaving and sloppy with jizz, while the aftershocks continued to rack my body.
After cleaning myself up, I slid into his bed to wait for him.
But he never came.
