“Why are you sweating? And your face is beet red. It’s like sixty degrees in here. Are you getting sick?”
Damn it, Luke. Get out of here, you’re fucking this up—is what I want to say. “I’m—cough—fine.” I can’t keep my composure when Ender repeatedly swallows around my head. “Sorry, maybe—ahem—I am coming—fuck—down with something.” He just cupped my balls, rolling them around with his fingers and I’m ready to break. I kick off one of my shoes and place my foot between his spread legs, hoping I can distract him from his attack on my sanity.
“Uhhh yeah, buddy…Why are you acting so suspicious?”
Fuck, now all I can hear is Ben and Mona-Lisa singing, ‘Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious,” on repeat. At least it helps me stave off coming for the moment.
“Sorry, just trying to concentrate on this. These bills have to get paid, right?” I give him a quick straight-lipped smile and direct my attention back to the monitor. I take a few deep breaths and clench my thighs trying to deter Ender a little, but he’s adamant about completing his task—I’ll never hear the end of this if I don’t get Luke out of this office soon.
“Hey, didn’t you have to talk with Rachelle about who’s covering for the next few days while everyone is sick?”
“Nah, I already spoke with her. We’re good. She has us covered.” He looks up at me and adds on, “We talked about this already.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot.” He raises a brow at me, and I wipe the sweat from mine.
“Dude, you need to go home. I’ll stay tonight.”
Yeah, that’s not going to work right now. “Okay, I will in a few. Just want to—fuck—umm…finish this up.” Ender takes both of my balls into his mouth at once, rolling his tongue around them—Jesus-fucking-Christ, he’s trying to kill me.
He has me at the edge and knows it as he begins to let off a little bit. I take a few deep breaths and sit back in my chair, trying to think of some other excuse to get Luke out of here. I need to come so badly and there’s no way I can walk out of this restaurant with my balls this tight.
As I open my mouth, Luke’s cell buzzes. While checking his message, he chuckles and then looks at me to say, “I have to get out of here. Kaden has requested my presence.” His sinful grin tells me all I need to know. “I’ll talk to Rachelle and Dominic to let them know you’ll be leaving too. They can take over for the night.” He walks to the door and gives me one last look. “Are you coming tomorrow?”
“Cool, see you later.” Short and sweet, now get out, Luke, please!
“Uh, okay. I guess that’s a yes then.” He laughs as he shuts the door and locks it with his key behind him.
When Ender begins to giggle from under the desk, I push back my chair and drag him up to my lap. The taste of my precum still on his lips makes me feral for him after all his teasing. I stand with him in my arms, but when he wraps his legs around me, I give him a forceful smack on the ass and push them to the ground.
“Awww poor Blue. Can’t handle the ‘other man in his life’ watching him cum down my throat.”
“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back, leaving teeth marks on the base of his neck—and as he yelps in shock, I flip him around with his back to me. “There’ll never be another man in my life, Ender. Once you get that through your head, maybe you’ll understand how much I love you.” His eyes pop open, and I feel him swallow beneath my fingers. I find his comfort spot and nuzzle into him. “I love you, Ender.”
He finally breaks his silence, as he turns himself to me. “I love you, Gabe.” Releasing a breath he must’ve been holding, following it with a smile that could melt the coldest heart.
“Finally.” The kiss is fierce and lasts a few minutes before he grabs my cock. “If you’re going to start that again,” I tell him as we both begin tearing his clothes off and I swipe away the stuff on the desk behind him, pushing him down onto his back. “I’ll just buy a new desk tomorrow.”
He laughs at me as I grab a foil packet from my wallet, and he begins to stroke both our cocks together using our precum as lube. I pause for a second, and he looks at what I’m focused on. We talked about condoms before the second visit to the club—he chose not to use them that night after we both got tested, but we’ve used them ever since. He never mentioned it again, but I didn’t want to assume not using one was a decision made only on nights we go to the club.
I snap out of that thought and rip open the packet to slide it on, but he takes the condom and throws it over his shoulder. “We’re past that—just get me ready, please.” I stare at him, wanting to give him the world for how far we’ve come in just a few months. I take his lead and grab the bottle of lube from my desk, generously applying some to my fingers before slowly pushing two at once into him. He gasps and arches his back as I leandown and suck on his bottom lip before he aggressively covers my mouth with his. The heated kiss has my body humming with desire—Ineedhim now. If I wait any longer, it’ll be over too fast. And as much as this should be a quickie in the office, I don’t want it to be.
I remove my fingers and replace them with the head of my cock, pushing in slowly as not to hurt him. His mouth goes slack as I shallowly thrust into him, and my lips find their way down his jawline, continuing to his neck and collarbone. The softness with which he caresses my back and shoulders sends shivers right down to my toes. When my pelvis finally meets his ass cheeks, I still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his warmth wrapped around me. Finally hearing and saying those words that we both fought for so long—and the compulsion to tell him every minute of every day, just so he knows the gravity of my feelings—is overwhelming.
“I love you, Ender.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Promises
Ender
He said it again.
They say the third time is the charm, right? Even if I didn’t believe him the first two times, this one means so much more. He may be fucking me on his desk, but the emotionbehind his words and every touch speaks louder than anything. My heart wants to scream with joy, while my brain battles with the reality of Gabe loving me—willingly and unconditionally. “Never stop.”
He gazes lovingly into my eyes, and his expression tells me he sees the vulnerability behind my words. “Never,” he whispers against my lips. He can’t make the promise of forever—things happen, life and people both change—but the fact he’s willing to try means everything to me.
Gabe doesn’t stop his leisurely thrusting while he kisses everywhere his lips can reach. When he takes my calves and places them over his shoulders, nibbling on them as he bottoms out and starts to move more forcefully, my hands instinctively hold onto the desk next to his hips. His tight grip on my quads as he pounds into me will leave bruises, but the anticipation of the marks he’ll leave behind only spurs me on. I bite my lower lip, staving off the lust-filled words fighting to break free—knowing that most of the staff are right down the hall. Gabe isn’t as strong, growling when he sees my teeth sink into my lip, as he speeds up the pace, and I start stroking myself in sync.
