Page 13 of Strength of Desire

I could barely breathe. Even a casual glance in our direction would reveal what was going on. Our arms were crossed in front of each other, each one clearly leading to the other’s lap. It was so obvious. Why hadn’t anyone said anything yet?

Just stop it, my brain suggested.Just move your own hand back. At least then it won’t be so clear what you’rebothdoing.

But I didn’t move my hand. Or, rather, I did, but only to slide it over until I could feel the bulge of Hasan’s cock against the fine wool of his trousers. God, he wasn’t even hard yet, but I could tell he was big. And when hewashard, his cock was probably fat and thick and just right for sliding into my—

“Unnnghhh.” The groan escaped my lips against my will, as Hasan’s fingers slid up and down my cock over my pants. His hand moved away in a flash, as the room turned to look at me.

“S-sorry,” I said, moving my left hand to press against my abdomen. I grimaced—it wasn’t even fake. “I think my stomach’s just a little hungry for lunch.”

“Aren’t we all,” Eileen said with an absent smile, before turning back to Pete. “The issue isn’t whether it’s unprecedented, the issue is whether we can convince them that it’s worth backing—”

My attention was drawn away as Hasan’s hand drifted back into my lap. This time, his nimble fingers moved to the button at my waist, flicking it loose with ease. They made quick work of my zipper too, and I bit my tongue to stifle another moan as his hand slid beneath my boxers and tugged my cock free.

I could hardly breathe. My cock was now out, in the middle of a work meeting. Forget getting fired. If anyone else in the room noticed, I would be lucky not to end up in jail.

And yet, I didn’t pull away, or push Hasan’s hand off me, or say a word in protest. Instead, I luxuriated in the feel of his skin on mine, as my own hand struggled to undo the button athiswaist.

My fingers weren’t quite so agile, so he helped me with his other hand, though he left me to pull his thick cock free of his boxer-briefs. God, it looked good. I ached to get down on my knees and take him in my mouth, and damn what anybody else in the room thought.

He looks even better than Sean, and at least he’s nice to you. You could do worse for a second ever blow job.

I blinked.Sean? Who the hell was Sean? I didn’t know any Seans. And what was I thinking,secondever blow job? I’d never even given a first.

My brain felt fuzzy in a way I couldn’t place. It was a familiar feeling, but I had no idea why. It was like full-bodydeja vu.

I glanced around the room. The others were embroiled in a tense discussion, their bodies stiff, like they were in a war room. But any second now, somebody was going to notice us. I needed to—

Fuck. Hasan’s fingers swirled around the head of my cock. I was leaking precum and he used it to slick up my shaft, his hand gliding up and down confidently. I gripped the edge of the table with my right hand, just trying to keep myself from coming on the spot.

How was he so calm during all of this? And how was he so good at it? Had he given loads of furtive office hand-jobs in his life?

All I knew was that I was melting under Hasan’s touch. And that I wanted to give as good as I was getting.

You could make him come even faster if you let him stick his cock in your mouth.You know you like it when someone uses you.

What? I shook my head. The words sounded like they were coming from the same little voice in the back of my mind, but they didn’t make any sense. What the hell did it mean, ‘you like it when someone uses you?’ When had I ever done anything other than ache and pine for guys who didn’t know I existed?

I took my hand off Hasan’s cock and pretended to cough, using it as cover to spit in my palm. When I brought it back down, it glided along the smooth skin of his cock. I smiled as he bit his lip. When he looked over at me, I licked my lips and gave his cock a significant look. A shudder ran through his body, and I felt a surge of confidence.

This was insane. What we were doing was objectively nuts. But Hasan wanted me. He wantedme, out of anybody in the world. And he liked what I could do for him.

“Jim, we could use your input,” Rupert said, waving to Jim, still standing at the front of the room.

I’d completely forgotten about Jim. My heart thumped as he walked towards Hasan and me. His eyes were glued to Rupert for now, but any second, he would look down and see us.

He pulled out a chair on my right and sat, leaning forward to put his elbows on the table. “Do you think we could get their support? Because I’d feel much more comfortable moving forward with their backing.”

I still had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn’t matter. Hasan’s fingers were teasing me mercilessly, leaving me desperate for more. I was so fucking close. I did my best to keep up my own efforts on his cock, hot and hard in my hand. It wasn’t fair that all I could give him was a hand job. I wanted to do so much more.

“Hhhngh.” Another moan escaped me as Hasan’s fingers twirled around the head of my cock. No one on the other side of the table seemed to notice, but Jim turned and looked at my face, flushed with embarrassment, and then looked down.

His eyes widened, flicking back up to meet mine. My cheeks burned, and I knew they must be bright red. He could see my cock, leaking into Hasan’s hand. Could he see my hand on Hasan’s cock too?

Jim’s mouth opened, closed, and opened again, like he wanted to say something. But no sound came out. I looked at Hasan, panicked, but he was smiling openly now. He didn’t seem to care that Jim was staring. If anything, it made him bolder.

And Jim’s eyes were glued to my cock. This was mortifying. I wanted to run, to sink through the floor, or maybe to die on the spot. But my cock was throbbing, and Jim’s attention only made it worse.

“Cory?” Jim finally managed to say, his voice strangled. “What are you—what the fuck?”

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