Page 63 of Love in Mission City
I yanked down my pants and boxer briefs, then thrust into his fist. I whimpered. “Yes.” Okay, and that might’ve come out as a whine.
His chuckle reverberated through me as he began to jerk me in earnest. I’d been hard since he entered the room. Hell, I’d pretty much been hard since the day Simone introduced us. Now, the edge of my orgasm was so near I felt like I couldn’t hold out. I wanted to. God knew, I wanted to. To grasp this feeling of perfection and hold on forever. To ride the crest of the tide without going over. To—
I came.
Spectacularly.
As my balls emptied and cum shot out, I gave a vague thought for the photocopier. Well, a nanosecond, anyway. A shudder ran through me, and my knees threatened to give out.
The hand not gripping my cock—and milking every last drop from me—grasped my waist and held me up.
“That was amazing.” Knight again nuzzled my neck. “You never cease to surprise me.”
“Uh, I’d say pretty much the same.” I pressed back against his still-rock solid cock. “I didn’t see that coming. I thought you were immune to my flirting.”
“Well, obviously you haven’t been paying attention. I can’t count the number of times I’ve had to stay seated at my desk to hide my, uh, attraction to you.”
I chuckled. “You can sayerection, Knight. Especially because I feel the same way about you.” Slowly, I eased his hand from my cock. I tucked myself back in, zipped and buttoned up, then pulled his hand to mine so I could lick my cum off his hands.
“Fuck that’s sexy.” He rumbled the words in my ears.
“Want to know what would be sexier?”
“Possibly? Probably? It’ll likely be the death of—” His words trailed off as I reached behind, between us, and unerringly located his cock. I squeezed experimentally.
He thrust his hips forward. “What do you have in mind?”
“I want to give you a blow job.”
His long exhalation of breath ghosted over my neck. “I could never ask—”
“Well, you didn’t.” I released my grasp on his cock, spun in his arms, coaxed him back against the shelf of office supplies—after having decided it was sturdy enough to hold him leaning against it—and dropped to my knees.
“Uh—”
“Don’t think, Septimus.” I winked as I gazed up at him. “Just let me make you feel good.”
Chapter Seven
Knight
Don’t think, Septimus…just let me make you feel good.
Right.
I can do this…can’t I?
I’d been blown before. Had received any number of blow jobs from George and men before him.
But, never from an employee. That felt…all kinds of wrong. All kinds of awkward. All kinds of—
With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned my trousers, lowered my zipper, and had my cock out of my underwear in a flash. From that moment onward, rational thought became difficult. Because it’d beenso damn long. I hadn’t known I’d needed this until he speared my slit while lapping up a drip of precum.
I placed my hand on his spikey blond hair to steady myself.
He hummed his approval as he swirled his tongue around the crown of my shaft. Then he nibbled from root to tip along the vein on the underside of my cock.
I nearly exploded right there.Think of kitchen cabinets. Oh, and bathroom cabinet doors. And which faucets is he going to—
