I shiver as his fingers slip into my boxers and along my hard prick, wrapping around it until he pulls it out between the slit in the fabric.
I expect him to stroke it a few times, to look at it, maybe even lick it first, but Carmine’s mouth is around me in a half second flat.
“Shit,” I gasp softly.
I tighten my grip in his hair as he takes almost all of me in his wet, warm mouth. His tongue slides along the underside of my length and then around the tip as he bobs his head.
“Ahh, fuck, yeah, just like that.” I grunt and start to thrust my hips toward his face, sliding my dick in and out of his mouth in tandem to his wet noisy sucking.
If I hadn’t already been rock solid before, I definitely am now. Pre-cum drips from my tip and down his throat as he sucks me off like a champ. I’m fucking his mouth hard and fast, and he gags every now and then, but doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull back or complain. He moans quietly around my length, sending exhilarating vibrations through it.
My dick swells in his mouth as I get closer and closer. Strings of expletives are all that leave me, and I’m gripping his hair so tightly that any harder I might pull him off me.
My balls squeeze and each thrust gets quicker, shorter. Until my cock is barely leaving his mouth.
“Fuck…fucking…God, what a good boy,” I say between panted breathes and grit teeth.
Carmine seems to suck even harder at my praising of him. I look down to see his pretty eyes staring back up at me, and I lose it.
I buck once into his mouth, and then go completely still, buried to the hilt in his mouth as cum shoots out of my tip in several heavy loads.
The second it’s over, I tremble and grunt. My knees feel weak.
I watch as Carmine pulls back when I let go of his hair and swallows almost every ounce of my release. Some of it drips out of the corners of his mouth along with his spit.
“Good boy,” I whisper, soft and rumbled in my chest. I reach down again and stroke his hair a couple times.
Suddenly, the door to the office opens.
“Sorry to bother, but—” Tommaso is standing there in the doorway. With his hand on the doorknob, I watch his eyes go from the desk, to my face, down to my cock that’s hanging out of my pants dripping, and then Carmine’s head that’s peaking out from over the desk as he’s still on his knees.
Carmine’s brother opens his mouth, then chuckles and shakes his head. “Nope, don’t wanna know…but I’m sure as fuck telling everyone else.”
“Get out,” Carmine snaps at Tommaso. “Keep your mouth shut.”
“Fine, but you owe me,” his brother insists before backing up and closing the door.
I look down at Carmine whose face is red and mouth wet. He slowly stands up, and wipes his mouth with his arm.
“Think he’ll keep it shut?” I ask.
Carmine huffs and looks down, his tongue darts along his lips. “Just…put your cock away, Soren.”
I smirk. My head is still fuzzy with blissful pleasure. I follow his command though, and tuck myself back in and zip my jeans.
I can tell Carmine isn’t going to be admitting he wants me, and wants this, anytime soon…and frankly that’s probably for the best. I shouldn’t even be wanting it. If Eivor finds out about this…
But what isthisexactly?
What am I even doing here? Working two different plans and trying to stay true to both of them…all while finding myselfutterly down bad for the guy I’m supposed to be leading into hell.
I’m supposed to be leading him out of it too.
I swallow hard and walk around to the other side of the desk, not wanting Carmine to notice any sign of conflict on my expression.
“Tell me how talking with the Carvels went,” Carmine says. He sits down in his desk chair.
I’m glad he’s moving onto the subject at hand, but it means putting something into motion that I can’t take back.
