Page 34 of Just Business
Eli released Justin’s chin and stroked his cheek. The warm soft leather of Eli’s glove slid over Justin’s skin like silk. “Assuming you agree, of course.”
“Yes, please.”
A smile, finally. “Very good.”
Every inch of Justin’s skin felt like a live wire, just from Eli’s touch, his promise of what was to come.
Another caress of leather against Justin’s cheek. “Hands behind your back, like in the office.” Eli tipped Justin’s head back and looked him in the eyes. “If you need me to stop, raise a hand.”
Doubtful he would—but a good sign. Justin did as told, settling into a wider stance—as much as his tight jeans would allow.
“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight.” Eli undid his belt buckle and the top button of his pants before stepping forward. “Use your teeth on the zipper.”
The scent was intoxicating. That deep, rich smell of tanned leather. Justin pressed his mouth against Eli’s hard length under leather, ostensibly hunting for the zipper.
Eli threaded his hands into Justin’s hair, curled his fingers, andyanked. Ohfuck, that hurt so good, like lightning from his head to his feet. He panted against Eli’s thigh.
“Thezipper, Mr. White.” Gravel in Eli’s voice.
This time, Justin searched for and found the piece of metal. He caught it between his teeth and pulled it down, each tooth clicking as it released and split open to reveal dark curls against pale flesh and the root of a very hard cock. Justin kissed the shaft. He leaned backed as Eli freed himself from his pants.
Stunning. Not overly thick or long, the perfect size to slide down Justin’s throat. Eli was cut, of course. The smooth head was wide and beaded with moisture. Justin licked Eli’s slit and was rewarded by a gasp from Eli. He pulled the head into his mouth and pressed the underside with his tongue.
This time, Eli moaned and tightened his grip on Justin’s hair. “This is a fine way to keep that mouth of yours quiet.” He pulled out and thrust in. “How much can you take, Justin?”
Justin flicked his gaze up and met the devil’s smile.Just you wait.With Eli’s next thrust, he opened his throat and let the cock slide in deep. Eli tilted his head back and the sound he made—half groan, half shout—sent pinpricks over Justin’s skin.
“You love this.” Eli drove forward until Justin’s lips slid up to the root. “Don’t you?”
God yes.Especially when Eli held him there, his cock thick and full in Justin’s mouth and throat until Justin struggled to breathe and his eyes watered.
Eli pulled back, giving Justin just enough time to snatch a breath before sliding in again. Over and over, until Justin couldn’t tell their grunts and moans apart. Hard, even strokes plowed into Justin’s throat. The sharp sting of his scalp—Eli must have tightened his grip—only made Justin relax as his balls tightened. He hadn’t ever come from giving a blow job, but he wasn’t exactlygiving, not with Eli in control. Heat sparked down every limb and Justin’s whole body shuddered. He moaned around Eli’s shaft.
“Don’t you dare come,” Eli panted the words. “You don’t get to come yet.”
Every nerve fired at once when Eli thrust deep into his throat and he flew. The pain in his balls, his throat, the tightness of his lungs demanding air, the bliss on Eli’s face as he looked down—pushed him higher until time stretched thin and took all the pain and turned it into heaven. Tears ran down his cheeks.
That steady rhythm faltered and the pull on Justin’s hair became almost unbearably tight. Eli came with a guttural cry that seemed to echo through the night. Heat, salt, and musk flooded Justin’s mouth and he swallowed as much as he could before his lungs had him gasping for air.
Sogood.
Eli’s grip in his hair slackened and he leaned on the deck railing, sheen of sweat on his face, his breath coming in gasps.
Justin pressed his head against Eli’s leg and panted. After a minute, Eli chuckled. “That was—very well done.” Eli caressed his cheek and he couldn’t help nuzzling the gloved fingers. The gravel in Eli’s voice, his breathlessness—to have made this man crack and come? Heaven. Justin forgot how much his balls ached, how much his knees hurt. It had been some time since he’d given head like that.
Eli placed a finger under Justin’s chin and pushed up until Justin found himself staring into Eli’s amused face. “Tears?”
“Happens sometimes when I can’t breathe.” Or when he was completely blissed out of his skull. “That was rough.” His throat ached, dusting his words.
“Too rough?”
No. It had beenperfect. “Did I raise my hand and ask you to stop?”
Eli’s amusement deepened, as did his voice. “Don’t get cocky with me, Mr. White.”
Likethatwould stop him.
Then reality slammed back in. “Oh God, what are we going to tell Sam?”
