Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I’m not sure how long it took for me to truly be aware of my surroundings again. The knocking and yelling had stopped, and Miles was looking up at me, satisfaction on his face, like a well-fed predator.
“I…um…what about you?”
He smiled as he came to his feet and one smooth motion. Somehow his tuxedo didn’t even look wrinkled, and here I was still wearing my shirt and tie, pants discarded. And no doubt my hair looked like hell, even though I couldn’t remember anything happening to it.
Miles walked around the desk again, grabbed his rolling chair, and pulled it around so he could sit in front of me. He spread his legs, unbuckled his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was thick and intimidating, but that didn’t keep me from licking my lips. I wanted to taste him, and—God help me—I wanted to feel him inside me. I shouldn’t trust him, but I did. Somehow I knew he would make it so good for me. This was dangerous. It was going to blow up in my face. I was going to be sorry, but right then I felt too good with the high of my climax still coursing through me.
He wrapped a hand around himself and started to stroke. I pushed away from the desk, taking an unsteady step, but he shook his head, and I froze. Damn, it was hard to disobey him. “Don’t you want me to…?”
“Not yet. Not tonight.” His voice was lower and rougher than usual. His throat was probably sore from sucking my cock. The thought made me shiver, and it made my cock stir, wanting to come to life again.
He must have noticed, because his smile widened. “Tonight you’re just going to watch, watch and think about exactly how much you want it.”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m always serious.”
I leaned back against the desk again, not sure I’d be able to stay on my feet.
Miles’s head dropped back against the headrest as he tightened his grip on his cock, groaning as he gave himself a long, slow stroke. My knees threatened to buckle, and I held on to the desk as tightly as I had when his mouth was on me. Not only did I need to steady myself, if I let go, I was going to close the space between us, drop to my knees, and lick the precum that was beaded at his slit.
He’d told me to stay put, and I wanted to please him. What did that say about me? I wasn’t sure, but in that moment I was able to push the thought aside. He was so fucking gorgeous. He looked so filthy splayed out in his chair, pants open, cock out. I imagined riding him like that, straddling him, sinking onto him. I suddenly hated that I’ve never done that. I’d never let a man fuck me. How pathetic was it that I’d waited this long?
Miles brushed his thumb over his slit, then brought it to his mouth. He held my gaze as he licked off the drop of precum. I wanted to kiss him, to taste him off his own lips. He made me want anything and everything. I wished I was more experienced.
“I want to lick you clean. Please let me.” I couldn’t believe I’d gotten those words out, but the wide smile Miles gave me made the embarrassment worth it.
12
MILES
“Come here, Benjamin.”
Instead of standing up, he crawled across the floor to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Knowing that watching me get myself off had him hard again, seeing the hunger in his eyes, and hearing him ask if he could lick the cum off me had nearly driven me mad. He was fucking perfect.
I prayed he had no ulterior motive for applying to be my assistant. I knew he probably did, but I couldn’t accept that, not right now.
Ben put his hands on my thighs and slid them back and forth, clearly enjoying the smooth fabric of my tux. It was probably ruined, but if that was all I lost tonight, I’d come out ahead. It was easy enough to have another tux made.
He started with my balls, licking carefully, sucking and moaning as he cleaned up my cum. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I’d been with plenty of men, some of them had even been professionals, but no one had ever made me feel as out of control as Ben did. He worshipped my cock, licking me carefully, so intent, wanting every drop. I had no doubt he could come again if I jerked him off, but we’d done enough for tonight. I wanted him anticipating, on edge, thinking about me nonstop.
How the hell I was going to get any work done with him in the office? The company needed my focus, but something told me this time with Ben was too special to give up. What I felt for him went beyond lust, and exploring that mattered too, even if it scared the hell out of me.