Page 60 of Every Promise Broken

Biting back a smile, Whit shuffles down until his knees collide with the solid ground. He wastes no time going for exactly what he needs, fingers coming to my waist as they hurry and undo my belt buckle, then my jeans. He yanks the material down, only bothering to get them far enough for my cock to spring out. His hungry eyes lift to meet mine as a coy smile curls his lips.

Taking my cock in his soft hand, he pumps me a couple of times before leaning in and closing his lips around the crown. Wet heat surrounds me, and I have to chomp down on my molars to keep from letting out a sound. Cheeks hollowed, he sucks only the tip for a while, his hands working my shaft in tandem. One directly on top of the other, he strokes me, using a twisting motion as his tongue swirls around, flicking over the slit, and driving me absolutely fucking wild.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” I rasp, my hand finding the back of his head as I thread my fingers through the strands of hair. His glassy, hooded eyes lift, peering up at me from beneath his long, dark eyelashes, and he smirks around my tip. “You always loved sucking my cock, didn’t you, kitten?”

Whit nods, sinking down, taking more of my length in his mouth as he moves one of his hands to my balls, rolling them just right.

“Such a good job,” I coo. “You look so goddamn sexy with my cock in your mouth, baby. So perfect.”

His cheeks darken, the flush spreading down to his neck.

A memory comes to the front of my mind, sending another spark straight to my groin, and I can’t help but groan.

“You remember the first time you sucked my dick, kitten?”

He moans ayes, sinking deeper. His eyes water as he gags, but he doesn’t relent.

“Fuck, you were so nervous, I could tell,” I murmur, fisting his hair and using it to guide him up and down at just the right speed as we both relive this memory together. “But so eager to please me. I’ve always loved that about you…your need to make me feel good. You get off on my pleasure, don’t you, kitten?”

Moaning around my length, his eyes flutter as he nods.

“You took your time, licking me up and down, all while your eyes were locked on mine. The way you lapped up my pre-cum and groaned like it was the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”

The head of my cock is buried in his tight throat, and when he swallows around me, the pressure has my eyes crossing. A throat-deep groan escapes me before I can help it, and the grip on his hair tightens.

“That’s it,” I growl. “You swallow that fucking cock like a good boy. You take it all. Fuck, you’re so good.”

When he moans again, the sound vibrates through me and burrows deep in my balls. Spit dribbles out the sides of his mouth as he gets nice and sloppy with it, heightening just how filthy this is.

“What would your staff do if they walked in right now?” I ask darkly, my hoarse voice a clear indicator of how far gone I am for Whit. “They’d see you on your knees for me, your eyes bloodshot and tear soaked, your lips swollen and stretched around my cock. Such a naughty little slut you are.”

He goes deeper, taking all of me, and I swear I almost lose it.

“But you love it, don’t you, kitten?” Moaning around me, he doesn’t stop. “You’re rock fucking hard right now inside your scrubs, aren’t you?”

Whit pops off, a string of spit connecting his mouth to my cock as he smiles wickedly with an eager nod. His eyes are dazed, looking blitzed out of his fucking mind.

“Pull yourself out,” I order him. “Let me see how hard you are from sucking my cock.”

Whit unties the scrub bottoms, pulling the stretchy material down enough that his cock springs free. It juts out, the tip shiny and red, his balls drawn tight to his body. He looks like he’s already about to come, and he hasn’t even touched himself.

“You want to make me come, kitten?” I ask him, brushing my hand across his cheek, letting my thumb slip past his plump lips. He nods as he closes them, sucking on the digit like he was just doing to my cock. My entire body is on fire; I’m so fucking keyed up because of him. “Do you want to come too?”

He whimpers, nodding again, swirling his tongue around the pad of my thumb.

“Then do it, baby,” I growl, then remove my finger from his mouth and bring my hand to the back of his head, guiding him back to my cock. “Make me come with that pretty mouth of yours.”

Whit swallows me whole, making my eyes cross as I grit my teeth, trying my damndest to not moan too loudly. I’m hyper aware of the people sitting not too far from this office, but fuck, he doesn’t make it easy.

It takes no time at all for my release to take over. Muscles tightening, heat spreading along my lower back, my balls tingle right before my cock throbs, spilling my seed into his hot, willing mouth. And he drinks me up, not pulling off until my cock goes soft, and even then, he sucks a little more, a sated look painted on his face as he rests his cheek on my thigh.

I run my fingers through his sweaty strands as I work on steadying my breathing. My body feels boneless.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper, meaning it with my entire fucking being. Whit’s eyelids flutter as he finally pulls off my softened dick. “Let me see it,” I tell him, and I know I don’t need to specify when he smirks and holds his cum-soaked hand up for me to see. “Fuck,” I groan, circling his wrist with my fingers and bringing his hand up to my face. “Let me taste you.”

Running the flat of my tongue along his palm, I gather up the salty evidence of his release, making sure to get every last drop before moving to his fingers. He watches me with heated eyes, his lips parted, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. After I’m done, I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, hauling his mouth to mine. With a thrust of my tongue, I push his release into his mouth as we share the taste of each other in one last steamy kiss.

A knock sounds on the door, halting our movement, and I feel Whit tense in my arms.

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