“You don’t have to when your jaw tics like that.”
Jonah made an effort to relax his face. “Perhaps I’m excited,” he hedged. “It’s not every day someone blows me in my office.”
“No? Shame.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. Everyone should get blown in their office. It makes coming to work worthwhile.”
“You don’t like your job?”
“I love it. But perhaps I would love it more if I could keep you under my desk.”
“Charming.”
Sacha’s lips turned up. “I try.”
“Try harder.”
“At what? I never said I was going to blow you.”
“But you are.”
Jonah grinned. Sacha smirked back, dark and deadly. He leaned forwards and unzipped Jonah’s trousers, pushing them open, revealing the black underwear Jonah had dressed in that morning. They were plain and expensive, but apparently no barrier for what Sacha wanted. He slid them down, and Jonah’s dick sprang free, already half hard.
And wanting. Sacha’s mere gaze was enough for him to harden fully, his balls drawing up, anticipation leaving him dizzy. Jonah could hardly stand it, but he forced himself to keep silent and still. Sacha was a predator, and Jonah the prey, but it made no sense to make a meal of himself so fast. There was a difference between playing dead and lying down to die.
Why are you thinking like he’s a lion stalking you? You want this. You basically asked for it.
All true. Jonah had no answers for the devil on his shoulder. Just a building heat thrumming in his veins, and lips that ached to be kissed—another errant thought he’d have to ignore if he wanted to enjoy this.
“Focus,”Sacha said softly. “On me and what I’m going to do to you. Don’t think about anything else, just what’s real.”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”
“I don’t need to.” Sacha closed the conversation with his mouth on Jonah’s cock, and coherent thought abandoned Jonah as if he’d never had it.
Ever.
As if he’d lacked the skill since the day he was born, and his brain was a void. A black space filled only by the dismantling sensation of Sacha going to town on his dick.
Wet.
Hot.
Hard.
Then he switched it up and sucked slowly up and down Jonah’s shaft, his gold-flecked gaze as teasing as his tongue.
Jonah groaned, and his hands flew to Sacha’s head, fingers tangling in his perfectly dishevelled hair. It was as silky as he’d imagined it, no product weighing it down. It would be so easy to bury his fingers in it, and cant his hips, fucking Sacha’s mouth. But he didn’t. He kept his hands loose and his hips still, ceding control to the man bent double between his legs.
He didn’t stop to think about why. Just closed his eyes andfeltand tried not to consider the possibility that Curtis or Samson, or any other employee who’d forgotten something, could walk in on them at any moment.
As the pressure in his gut built, not thinking became easier. Pleasure unfurled, beat by beat, curling his toes and stealing his breath. Harsh pants escaped his lungs, and spasms rocked every muscle as he fought to keep still.
Sacha slid his free hand up Jonah’s leg, gripping his thigh. Jonah let one of his drift from Sacha’s head before he caught himself and put it back.Don’t try and hold his hand. He’s blowing you in the office, not declaring undying love.
The reality of the situation almost made Jonah laugh, but there was nothing funny about what Sacha was doing to him. He’d never felt anything like it.Shivers became full body shudders.Gasps became groans. Jonah tipped his head back and screwed his eyes shut, no longer caring if the building staff heard him shout. “Fuck. I’m going to come. Pull off if you don’t want it down your throat.”