Page 57 of Winning You
“What else?” Lucas asked. “My mouth? Would you like my mouth on you?”
“Oh fuck,” Frankie gasped. “Is that what you want to do?”
“Yes,” Lucas breathed.
He let Lucas’s hand go as the other man took Frankie’s shaft and guided the head to his lips, tracing the shape of his mouth with Frankie’s dick, and then the tip of his tongue peeked out and tasted the slit.
Fuck, he was going to die. He was going to combust, and all that would be left was smoldering ash.
“Can I suck you?” Lucas murmured.
Frankie’s nails dug into the faux leather arms of his chair. “Do—is that…” He took a long breath to calm himself down. “Is that something you’d like?”
“Been thinking about it all morning,” Lucas said, turning his face and nuzzling Frankie’s cock with his cheek. His freshly shorn skin was barely rough, but it was enough to send sensation zinging up Frankie’s spine. “I want to taste you. Want to memorize the shape of your body with my hands and my tongue. Can I? Please, please…”
“Oh, princess, you are really fucking pretty when you beg, but you don’t have to. I’m all yours.” The words tumbling from his lips were dangerous in their utter and complete honesty.
But Lucas didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his cheeks flushed, and his lips parted on a soft gasp. “Lean back for me, okay? Watch what I’m going to do to you. I want you to describe it later when you’re inside me.”
“Oh fuck, princess…”
Lucas smirked up at him, then gripped the base of his dick and fit the tip just past his teeth. He curled his lips to block the sharpness of it, and it was then Frankie realized he’d definitely done some research. It had to be more than porn because Lucas couldn’t watch it on porn. He’d learned from words on a page. He could picture Lucas, fingers flying over braille lines of deep, graphic descriptions on how to suck cock.
His own thickened and pulsed, and he felt Lucas swallow as he took him down another inch. Then his throat spasmed, and Frankie gently touched his cheek.
“Easy. You don’t need to take it all in. Just like this, okay?” he said. He guided Lucas’s hand back to his shaft and curled his fingers around it. “Move your hand with your mouth.” Lucas did, a perfect rhythm, and Frankie knew he was close to losing it right there. “So perfect. My perfect, gorgeous princess.”
Lucas hummed deep in the back of his throat and began to suck harder.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck. I am so close. I am?—”
“Knock knock!”
The entire room froze, almost like someone hit a pause button. Then Frankie shoved himself forward, sending Lucas backward a few more inches under the desk. He could feel Lucas’s drool pooling around him as the door opened all the way and Sam walked in.
Sam was the man who had trained him—fresh-faced and barely thirty when Frankie had first started at the department. There was more life in him now. A marriage, two kids, and a divorce. But he was kind, if not a bit nosy.
“Hey,” Frankie said. His hand moved under the desk and curled around Lucas’s throat, holding him tight. He begged wordlessly for him to do nothing.
Lucas swallowed, and Frankie almost lost it right there.
“How are you?” he rasped.
Sam took a step back toward the door. “Oh man. Are you coming down with something?”
Frankie waved him off as he swallowed down another moan. Lucas sucked again. Hard. He choked, which he turned into a cough. “I think I might be.”
Sam grimaced. “You shouldn’t come into work sick.”
“I wasn’t feeling it until right now. You know how it is with small kids.” Making his lips and tongue form coherent words right then was the most complicated thing he’d ever done. He squeezed Lucas’s throat a little harder, and he felt Lucas’s lips stretch into a grin. “Can I help you with something?”
“Actually,” Sam said, taking another step back out the door, “why don’t you go home. I?—”
Lucas sucked again, and Frankie couldn’t stop his moan. He bowed his head forward and pressed two fingers to his temple. “Sorry, sorry. I think I’m also getting a migraine.”
“That sounds like a flu,” Sam told him. “I’m gonna close your door. Try not to breathe in the hall before you leave. I’ll have Selina reschedule your appointments.”
“Thanks,” Frankie called. “I promise I’ll be in as soon as I can.” The door shut with a firm click, and Frankie rolled back slightly, staring down at Lucas with a glare he realized was totally pointless. So instead, he squeezed his throat again. “Very cute, princess.”
