Page 13 of Kissing Danger

“That sounds great, but...” I hesitated for a moment as reality cut through the hormones turning my brain to soup. “But what if I can’t? What if I’m never comfortable enough to give you what you want?”

Our foreheads pressed together in an oddly intimate gesture, so close that our breath mingled.

“You’re already giving me what I want just by being here,” Nathan said softly. “However, if you mean what will happen if you’re never comfortable enough to really let me fuck you... Well, like you said before, there’s plenty of other things we can do.”

The sound of such a crude word coming from his lips lit a spark of arousal in me, and I let my hands travel down his torso to fumble for his belt buckle.

“Oh, yes. That I can do.”

Before I’d even gotten the buckle undone, he stopped me.

“Not like that. I have a feeling you’ve always been the one putting in more effort. We’re going to do things a little differently.”

I looked up at him confused, but he merely gave me a wicked grin in return.

“Lie back.”

His hand on my chest pushed me backward until I was lying flat on the desk again. For a moment, my nerves returned as hestood between my legs and slid my pants down until they were all the way off my hips.

“Wait, what are you?—”

Before I could finish the question, he shocked me into silence by dropping to his knees in front of the desk.

He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pinned my hips to the desk. His mouth found my cock and he started sucking me eagerly.

“Wha— Oh god. You’re...” I tangled my hands in his hair, feeling the motion of his head without pushing him away or pulling him closer. I wasn’t even sure what to do other than let him have his way with me.

It was true, since I could never go as far as my partners wanted, I always ended up on my knees, offering my mouth as compensation. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had done such a thing for me.

Although I had little experience on this side of a blowjob, I could tell one thing for certain. This wasn’t Nathan’s first time performing in such a way. His mouth moved with too much confidence, easily finding every sensitive spot on my cock with his tongue and taking me all the way to the back of his throat without gagging.

He’d done this before. An image of Nathan on his knees for previous lovers, pleasuring them with his mouth just like he was doing for me, sprung to mind, and jealousy sunk its bitter teeth into my heart.

I came after an embarrassingly short time. My orgasm snuck up on me quick and sharp. I barely had time to warn Nathan beforethe pleasure building in my gut snapped and I erupted in his mouth.

I still clung to his hair so tightly; I was surprised I didn’t pull any out. I hoped Nathan’s office was soundproofed; otherwise everyone in the building was going to know what we were doing from the sound of my shouting.

Only when I’d calmed down enough to breathe without panting, and removed my hands from his hair, did I realize that he’d kept me in his mouth the whole time. He’d swallowed my pleasure like a pro, and when he looked up at me with a glint in his eye, he licked his lips just to taunt me.

Oh, yeah.

Nathan definitely had plenty of experience. For the first time in years, I actually felt like a virgin in comparison.

He was also obviously aroused, his pants so tented I was surprised he hadn’t popped the stitching of his fly.

“Come here.” I beckoned him closer. “Let me take care of that.”

I expected him to insist I get on my knees and return the favor, and I was more than happy to do so. However, instead of letting me off the desk, he kept me flat on my back and leaned over me until his face was buried against my neck. Opening his pants just enough to pull his erection free, he started stoking himself while sucking bruises into my skin.

I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but the sounds and the suggestion of his motions caught my imagination better than if I’d been able to directly watch him. My blood was already turning hot, and while I couldn’t get aroused again so quickly, I had no doubt that it would take very little effort.

Lying there without participating was torture. I couldn’t sit still. With a hand in his hair, I raised his head off my neck and kissed him instead. He grunted in surprise, but quickly realized I didn’t mind the taste of myself on his lips. To the contrary, the secretly possessive corners of my heart enjoyed tasting the evidence of what he’d just done for me, and I eagerly licked into his mouth.

The motion of his hand sped up, and it wasn’t long before he was moaning into my mouth as he came as well. At some point while I wasn’t looking, he’d grabbed a tissue off the box on the desk, so he didn’t stain either of our clothes. I appreciated it, because I was fond of the shirt I was wearing—one of my own creations, of course—but I also wouldn’t have minded walking out of the office wearing the obvious evidence of our shared pleasure.

We took a few moments to clean up using the office’s meager supplies. Afterward, we were technically presentable, but there was also no denying what we’d just done. Nothing could hide the satisfied daze in my eyes, or the way his hair didn’t quite lie flat again after having my hands tangled in it.

“So,” Nathan said, leaning back casually in his office chair as if half the items usually placed on his desk weren’t currently scattered over the floor. “I’ll send you the details of the job. Can you get started by the end of the week?”

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