He smirked at me and sat down in his chair. Lifting his hand, he motioned for me to come to him with a combined wave of his index and middle finger.
My feet moved forward as I pressed down on my erection. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I took the last few steps around his desk.
“On your knees, Mr. Reed.” The low, husky tone made me harder.
I just might come in my pants.
“Yes, chef,” I answered, then tucked my bottom lip between my teeth to get to work. I placed my hands above his knees and lowered myself between his spread legs. When I was in place, I slid them up his thighs before stopping at his open fly. Curling my fingers around the fabric, his coarse pubic hair tickled my fingertips as I gently tugged at the fabric, making his cock bob. Eyeing him, I reached inside to free his balls, then gave them a slight tug.
His groan prompted me to look into his eyes again. The wicked smile I’d seen earlier had been replaced with a fiery lust. He trailed his index finger down my cheek to my puffy bottom lip to pull it free.
“Open for me,” he murmured. I obeyed as he slipped his index and middle finger onto my tongue. He pressed down, causing my saliva to pool.
“Suck,” he whispered. “Show me what you can do.”
I’d never been so turned on in all my life. So I closed my lips around his fingers and ran my tongue over them, memorizing the feel and taste of his skin. The heat that radiated from him warmed the chill his harsh words had left behind. I felt his cock bob, and when I glanced at it, pre-cum had pooled on the tip.
I whimpered as he removed his fingers, immediately missing them, but ready to swallow him down. I curled my hand around his thick shaft to take him into my mouth, but he wrapped his hand over mine.
“I want to see myself all over you.” With both our hands gripped around his cock, he painted my lips with his pre-cum. When they were covered, I looked up for his approval. He nodded and gave me another wicked grin.
I swallowed again, then licked my lips, savoring the taste of him. My heart hammered in my chest and all I wanted was to please the sexiest man I’d ever had the pleasure of fucking with my mouth.
“Suck it,” he hissed, making my own cock pulse. “Suck me dry until there’s no more cum left inside my balls.”
Lowering my head to his waiting dick, I tightened my hold on him as he fisted my hair. I growled as he worked my head up and down his shaft as I sucked with everything I had.
“So fucking good,” he groaned. “Take all of me. Swallow the head.”
I did as he asked, loving every second of it. My grip on his cock had my fingers aching.
“I’m gonna come so hard and fill your throat. Gonna mark you, then fuck you into next week with my giant co—”
His sexy promises were interrupted by a faint intermittent buzzing noise in the distance. Was that the fire alarm?
“Don’t stop. Keep going. Take it all.”
I doubled my efforts and sucked harder while the alarm kept ringing. I couldn’t disappoint him again. I had to finish the job.
When he released my hair and pounded his fist on the desk, it startled me and I sat straight up, gasping and panting for air.
Confused, I slipped my fingers from my mouth as I panted for air. My angry cock was red and leaking onto my skin.
I listened for a moment. The buzzing was familiar. It was the alarm on my phone and it must have fallen on the floor. No one was pounding on the door.
I collapsed back onto my bed and tried to catch my breath. Thoughts of the sexy man invaded my conscious mind and there was nothing left to do but finish the job.
I wrapped a hand around myself and used the sticky mess of pre-cum that, thanks to that dream, was now free-flowing down the side of my dick. It took only a couple of hard tugs before I was coming all over myself at the thought of being on my knees for him.
“Holy fucking shit,” I moaned as rope after rope painted my chest. Covered in my release and panting, the face of Preston James imprinted itself further on my brain. I knew why the forty-five-year-old man with dark hair and perma-scruff lingered in my dreams. He was goddamn sexy and drew my attention every time he looked my way. No matter how much I tried to ignore him, all it took was one lingering glower my way to get my pulse hammering from carnal thoughts about him.
Ever since he made Alejandro’s a nightly stop six months ago, he’d found a spot in my permanent rotation of dreams. But I needed to shake this off and get my ass in the shower. I had coursework to do before going to work tonight, which meant I had no time to savor the memories of him. And no time for bed hopping with anyone.
* * *
“You don’t look so good.”
My head was pounding, and I swore I was going to hurl any minute. I took a deep breath and another sip of my ginger ale as I looked up at Ben with burning eyes.
