Page 12 of Risque
“I sent himhome, Jaz. He was perfuming everywhere. Why the fuck did you think he was going to survive here?” I bark out a laugh to cover up a moan as his tongue swipes over the tip, tasting the precum beading there. He makes a few more passes before sucking me into his mouth, just enough to taste.
I’m greedy for more, the warmth of his lips making it hard to stay still as he continues to tease just the tip of my cock.
“Just making sure everything is okay. You seem a lot more energized than yesterday and I’m glad to see it.” She pats the table, still looking around. “Now, can we discuss…”
“Fuck,no,” I growl out, needing Jasmine to be anywhere other than in my office. Mila’s got his hands wrapped around my knot, squeezing in alternating pulses as he continues to suck on my tip. I might die. “Jaz, I love you but that was a lot in there. I’ve got three other factories to call and then I need to start brainstorming. I even pulled out the sketch pad.”
I haven’t. Not yet but only because Mila is sucking my cock right now.
Jasmine throws me a smile as she pushes to her feet. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. I know when you get into one of your zones. I’ll make sure everyone knows. Give me a flavor before you leave.”
I can only nod, gripping the desk as I watch her leave and don’t move until the door is closed. A heavy groan leaves my lips as I roll my chair back an inch, Mila chasing my cock with his lips.
“Sweetheart, what the fuck is going on?”
“Heat. So hot. Need you,” he mumbles before taking me back into his mouth.
I just lean back and let him take what he needs, his head bobbing up and down furiously, gathering more and more precum on his tongue. My hips start to shift forward, my hand back in his hair as I guide his movements. Just as I’m about to unload down his throat, I yank him back.
I have no idea what he’s ready for; we haven’t talked about it but the whine he gives me tells me that next time I’ll give it to him.
However, we haven’t talked about this either. I have no idea what to do, my balls drawn up tight, the need to come just at the edge.
Mila reaches forward and squeezes my knot again before dragging his free hand down my length and flicking his thumb over my tip. His mouth is still open, his tongue dangling over his bottom lip as I come, squirting all over his face and chest. He looks like he’s in heaven, covered in my scent, my cock emptying all over the pretty little Omega.
He continues stroking me until I’m spent, his body sagging a little, his eyes clearing. I can’t help myself as I reach forward to swipe my cum from his cheek and offer it to him, wondering if this is what he was truly seeking. Mila’s eyes widen and he sucks the two digits into his mouth, cleaning them up completely before letting them fall from his lips.
I repeat the motion again and again until he’s as clean as he can be given the circumstances, Mila humming every time I feed my release to him. I’m already hard and leaking again by the time we finish, Mila’s eyes dropping down to my cock again. The scent of his slick fills the air, the Omega wiggling on his knees for more than I can give him at work.
Thank fuck there’s no cameras in here.
“Mila, not here. Let’s pack up and go for that drink, okay?”
He hesitates and then nods as I point to the little bathroom for him to use again. I need to get the both of us out of here before Iknot him over the edge of my desk. Which means that the drink I’m offering him will have to be at the house. No way is our first time going to be in a fucking bar bathroom.
The question is will Mila accept?
Mila
I can’t stop thinking about Mr. Holt’s knot.
Ever since I sucked him off while Jasmine was in the room, I can’t stop thinking about him filling me, knotting me, fucking me…
The shower only mildly helped to bring me back but the heat coursing through my body is steadily getting worse. I whine themoment he ushers me into the private elevator to the parking garage, Mr. Holt’s arm firmly wrapped around my shoulder, pressing my nose into his suit jacket.
How the fuck is he so calm about this?
“Sir?”
“Mila, I will give you what you need, okay? But just hold on until we get to the house. My control is hanging by a thread.”
I clamp my lips shut and let him walk me to the car, not bringing up the fact that I need to get my own. One look at Mr. Holt and I know he’s not letting me leave his side. He opens the passenger side door for me, gently helping me into the seat just as my gaze falls on someone who shouldn’t be here.
“Dad? What the—Mila?”
A horrified groan falls from my lips as Mr. Holt shuts the door and walks around to his side. Nolan shuffles forward as Mr. Holt slips into the car and rolls down the window to speak to his son. “I thought I told you that you’re not to be onEpicureaproperty. What’s the excuse this time?”
“I came for… wait, why is Mila in your car? Why does he look like that?”
