Page 8 of Not So Casual

Alexander walks out of the room, and I throw myself back onto the bed, sighing loudly. Rubbing my temples, last night starts to come back to me, piece by piece. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never acted like that. Taking a shot every time I thought about Alexander telling me I should stop. Or how I purposely called him wanting to goad him and get his attention. Now it makes sense why I feel like such shit.

Well, I got his damn attention. I'm just not sure if it’s the attention I wanted.

On Monday morning, I’m taking a sip of my coffee when Alexander walks past me and goes into his office. Setting down my mug and picking up my iPad, I follow him into his office, the door quietly clicking shut behind me.

“Good morning, Mr. Hayes.”

He unbuttons his jacket and takes it off, hanging it on the coat rack in the corner of the room. Turning around, he goes to grab something, and I take the time to admire his body in his suit. Today he’s wearing a charcoal black suit with a white button-down shirt and red tie. Each of his suits are tailored to his body, showing off every hard curve he has.

“Good morning, Elias. Feeling better today, are we?” he chides.

Rolling my eyes, I huff, knowing he’ll never let this go. Yesterday morning, after finally gathering my courage, I made my way into his kitchen to eat the breakfast he made for us. He made an assortment of greasy, fatty foods that helped me deal with the wicked hangover I had.

Of course, he didn’t miss the chance to scold me about how irresponsible I was for acting that way in public. I ate quickly, wanting to get the conversation over with as soon as possible. I already felt like an idiot and didn’t need him to be berating me about it. After he drove me home, I crashed the rest of the day, recuperating for work today.

“I’m feeling amazing, thank you very much,” I sass, not wanting to let him know he got to me.

“Good, good.”

Making my way toward his desk, I set down my stuff before leaning over into his space, the smell of sandalwood surrounding him. “You know, most people would have thought you were jealous given the way you carried me out of the club all caveman style.”

Scoffing, he says, “I wasn’t jealous.” But as his eyes flick to the side as he avoids eye contact, I’m going to call bullshit on that lie.

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re telling me you wouldn’t have been jealous if I had gone home with one of the sexy ass men I was dancing with that night? Or hell, even both of them?” Straightening up, I round his desk, moving closer to him. “You wouldn’t have minded if they took me back to their place and fucked me into the mattress, making me scream their names?” I have no idea what I’m saying, and I’m seventy-five percent sure I could get fired for this but fuck it. We’ve been dancing around our attraction to each other for a couple of years, and his caveman act from Saturday is giving me a confidence I didn’t have before.

“Admit it.” Dropping to my knees in front of him, I slowly crawl closer to him. “Admit it, Alexander.” I’m taking a giant gamble being this bold, and I can only hope it pays off.

“Fine,” he groans, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Fine what?”

“I was jealous. I didn’t want another man’s hands on you. Fuck, I only want my hands on you.”

“Hell yes.”

Reaching my hands out, I unbuckle his belt before releasing the button on his slacks and lowering the zipper. Alexander’s breathing becomes strained, panting out while he subconsciously lifts his hips, allowing me to pull his slacks and briefs down to his knees.

“Wha—what are you doing?”

“Oh, you know.”

Gripping his shaft, I give him a soft tug before leaning forward and pulling him into my mouth. I lift off him, licking at the slit, groaning when a bead of pre-cum hits my lips. God, he tastes amazing. Holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, that I finally have his dick in my mouth after wanting this for so long.

“Fucking hell, Elias. Your mouth is amazing.”

Pulling back, I circle the head with my tongue before taking him to the back of my throat again. I suck on his cock, taking my time, enjoying having him in my mouth. His hands find my hair, pulling softly before he pushes on my head, his cock going further into my throat. Gagging around his length, I breathe through my nose, not ready to release him yet.

“God, this is better than I imagined.”

Glancing up, my eyes meet his blue ones, seeing the fire that’s burning in them. Fire that’s there because of me. I pull back, using my hand to stroke his shaft while I continue sucking his tip. The weight of his hands guiding my head turns me on, knowing he can easily take what he wants from me.

Tapping my head, he grits out, “Elias, I’m going to come,” before unleashing in my mouth, his cum hitting the back of my throat.

Once I’ve sucked out every last drop, I release his dick and drop my forehead onto his thick thigh, breathing heavily while trying to undo my own pants.

---