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I quickly drop to my knees and scurry beneath the desk. Elliot plops down in his chair, not having time to button his slacks as he rolls forward until his stomach is pressed against the dark wood. He pushes in close to the desk, attempting to hide his arousal.
I slap a hand over my mouth as I try to slow my breathing. My head is positioned directly between his long legs. It’s dark down here, but I can still see the outline of his half-hard length bulging through his opened slacks.
Elliot’s big enough that even when he’s not hard, his flaccid cock still seems to be the center of attention.
“What the hell, man?” I hear Zion say as he steps into the room. His footsteps get louder and louder until I hear him stop in front of Elliot’s desk.
“Do you do that to everyone?” Elliot asks in a furious tone. “Just barge into people’s offices unannounced?”
“Nope, just you,” Zion croons. I hear him plop down in one of the two chairs across from Elliot. “What are you up to?”
“I’m busy, Zion,” Elliot grits out. “You need to leave.”
“Is that any way to talk to your bestie?” Zion chuckles. “Besides, your calendar is open for the next forty-five minutes.”
“Get the fuck outta here with that bestie bullshit,” Elliot groans. “If you call me that again, I’m disowning you. And since you’re so curious, I’m preparing for my next meeting, which you rudely interrupted.”
Zion chuckles.
“I thought you were in here jerking off or some shit,” Zion jokes. “That’s why I kindly gave you a warning before I came in. Didn't want to traumatize myself by walking in and seeing your dick,” he sneers, amusement lacing his tone.
“Get out, Zion,” Elliot says in an annoyed tone. “Don’t you have work to do? Or do you just walk around and annoy the shit out of people all day?”
An idea pops into my mind as I start to drown out their conversation. A devious smirk tilts my lips when I realize that I have Elliot completely at my mercy right now.
This will be fun…risky, but fun. I’ll need to be quiet…I just have to hope that Elliot can do the same.
Besides, it’s just Zion, right? It’s not like the CEO is sitting a foot away from me.
I move quickly, not allowing myself to think too much about it or else I’ll back out.
I crawl on my knees, inching closer until the tip of my nose brushes against Elliot’s open fly. I push up off the ground into a sitting position and dip my fingers into the elastic band of his boxers. The second I get his boxer down, his dick flops free before I take him in my hand.
Elliot’s entire body stiffens as I begin to massage his dick, bringing it back to life. His length twitches as I slowly graze the tips of my fingers up and down his smooth shaft.
“Fuck,” Elliot curses under his breath.
A grin stretches across my face as I begin pumping him. His cock grows hard beneath my touch, coming alive with each stroke.
“What?” Zion asks, clearly confused.
“Nothing,” Elliot recovers. “Just…a sharp pain in my stomach. I think I drank a little too much last night.”
I continue stroking him until a drop of pre-cum leaks from the slit. I lick my lips, leaning in to get a taste.
“I know I’m not one to talk,” Zion sighs. “But you really need to chill out on the drinking, man.”
I seal my lips over Elliot’s swollen head before sucking him deep into my mouth.
“Holy shitttt,” Elliot huffs. “S-Stop. Please.”
I eagerly lick the underside of his cock, spending extra time on the prominent vein that I love so much.
“Stop what?” Zion asks, puzzled. “Are you okay, dude?”
“Zion,” he pants. “I need…I need you to leave. I think…I think I’m going to be sick.”
Elliot's thighs tremble and tighten around my head as I continue lapping and sucking.
