Page 32 of Undercover
He spread his big hands over me, front and back, massaging my cock and my balls and my ass, a finger between my cheeks and pressing against my hole, the heat of his skin through the texture of the lace setting all my nerves on fire.
“Yes, okay, yes, you have to—”
Alec cut me off with another ferocious kiss, not pulling back until my head spun and my lips felt like they’d swollen to twice their size. I let my head fall back against the wall, staring up at him with eyes that didn’t seem to want to stay open. His glittered, all pupil, blown black and fixed on me like he’d never look away.
“I have to what?”
I squirmed in his grasp, whimpering when both hands pressed harder. “Get your hands out of my pants? So I can walk? Unless we’re going to go up two flights of stairs and down the hall like this, in which case I hope you were really good at those three-legged races as a kid. I sucked at them.”
He leaned in until our lips brushed. I shivered, and I thought I felt him do the same. “I could throw you over my shoulder.”
“With my lacy ass sticking up in the air for everyone to see?”
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, and that wasn’t a shiver, that was a full-on shudder. His eyes closed for a second, and when he opened them again, the look in them left me speechless. “No. No one gets to see but me.”
He slowly got his hands out of my pants, with a final squeeze and stroke to my cock that had me bucking into his hand and cursing, and I zipped my fly. No point in getting the button or trying to tuck in my shirt. If anyone saw us now, there wasn’t any salvaging the situation.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall until we reached the stairs that’d get us to the third floor, where the executives had their offices. Not right over the main workroom, of course—too much noise. But they had a soundproofed section over the other wing of the building, overlooking the lake.
Alec’s hand around mine felt like a promise, now that he’d finally decided he wanted me.
And God, the man had some timing. At my family’s company party. With everyone a few feet away. Basically in public.
If he really did have a thing for exhibitionism, we might have a problem down the line, but tonight I felt too reckless to care.
We ran up the stairs, and I pulled him to the left, around the corner, and down a long hall. “In here,” I whispered, and turned the knob on Adam’s office door. It opened silently, and Alec crowded me through it, wrapping his arms around me and starting to kiss the nape of my neck before I could even try to close it.
Our legs tangled, and I giggled as he hit a ticklish spot, and Alec laughed and reached down to grab hold of my cock again, and somehow the door thumped shut. I fumbled around until I found the knob and turned the button to lock it.
“Up against the desk,” Alec panted against my neck, his tongue teasing the tender skin below my ear. “Get your pants down, Gabe.”
He’d been steering me across the room, and my ass hit the edge of the desk with a clatter, as something on it fell over. Pens. A photo frame. I didn’t care, because he’d already gone back to work on my zipper, apparently not trusting me to take care of it fast enough to suit him.
The sound of it sliding down echoed loudly in the silent office, with only our harsh, panting breaths to give it a counterpoint. Alec leaned in for a kiss, the outline of his broad shoulders cast in sharp relief by the light of the spotlights on the yachts docked out back coming in through Adam’s office windows. Alec’s mouth slid over mine, and then he dropped to his knees.
I stared down at the top of his dark head in disbelief. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had gotten on his knees to blow me. Most of the guys I hooked up with thought that me being a bottom, which to be fair I was, meant I always wanted to bottom when it came to oral, too.
Not so, but that didn’t mean they ever asked. Or seemed to consider it.
Alec leaned in, mouthing over the ridge of my cock outlined under black silk. The heat of his breath paradoxically made me shiver, and my hands flew up to tangle in his wavy hair, tousling it into soft strands that slid perfectly between my fingers. I could see the tip of my cock pressing against the lace at the top of the manties, red-flushed skin patterned with black.
“Oh, God,” I whispered. “Oh, my fucking God.”
Alec glanced up, his eyes so black. “You want this?” He darted his tongue out, flickering it over the head of my cock. It caught on the lace.
I nearly came on the spot, biting my lip and bowing my back, trying to keep it together, letting out a broken moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured against me, and started to lick and suck in earnest, up and down my shaft, one hand cupping my balls. His fingers reached behind, stroking the little strip of skin and then pressing against my hole.
“You’ll make me come. Alec, wait, you’re going to—”
“Good. I want to make you come right in your panties, soak them and let me lick it up—”
I cried out helplessly, clutching at his hair, bending over him and coming in spasm after spasm. I did soak the silk, and Alec sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, taking as much of it as he could through the lace.
My hands fell away as my whole body went limp except for the aftershocks chasing their way up and down my spine.
Alec stood smoothly, tipping my head back and pressing his mouth to mine. I tasted my own come on his lips, a little bitter, but sweetened by the way he kissed me, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste no matter where he put his mouth. His erection pushed against my abdomen, and I fumbled my hands between us to pull it out. I wanted it. In my hand, in my mouth, inside my body, I didn’t care. I needed to see and feel him as he fell apart.
