“Someone could walk in any second,” I growl against his neck, my hands already loosening his belt.
“Then you’d better be quick,” Theo whispers, his fingers threading through my hair.
I should stop. I should walk out right now and rejoin the fundraiser. My reputation, my business—everything I’ve built suddenly precarious. But as his thumb traces my bottom lip, all I can think about is getting my mouth on him.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, dropping to my knees on the hard floor.
My hands work his zipper, freeing his cock. Even in the near-darkness, I can make out the shape of him. I run my tongue over my lips, anticipation building in my chest.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I admit, wrapping my hand around his base.
“Show me how much you missed it,” Theo challenges, his voice a ragged whisper.
I take him into my mouth without hesitation, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. The danger of our situationonly heightens every sensation—the feel of his skin, the subtle tremors in his thighs as I take him deeper.
His cock is thick enough to stretch my lips, smooth against my tongue. I’ve never wanted anything in my mouth more. Each time I take him, the desire only intensifies.
“That’s it,” Theo groans, his head falling back against the shelves. Something rattles, but neither of us cares. “Your mouth was made for my cock.”
I grip his hips harder, pulling him deeper. Outside this closet, I’m Victor Kaine, respected businessman. In here, I’m just a man on his knees, desperate to please.
His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding my movements while I take him deeper. Something I never imagined enjoying has become an obsession. The weight of Theo’s cock on my tongue, the way it fills my mouth—I crave it now.
“Fuck, you’re getting so good at this,” Theo whispers, his voice strained in the darkness. “Better every time, Daddy.”
I hollow my cheeks, creating the suction that I’ve learned drives him wild. My technique has improved dramatically since those first hesitant attempts. Now I know exactly how much pressure to apply with my tongue along the sensitive underside, how to work my throat muscles to take him deeper.
“Five months ago, you’d never sucked a cock,” he gasps as I pull back to circle my tongue around his tip. “Now look at you.”
Pride surges through me. I’ve mastered this like everything else in my life—with determination and focus. The slick sounds of my mouth working him echo in our hidden space, adding to the danger and thrill.
My own cock strains painfully against my tailored pants. Without breaking rhythm, I slide my hand down to palm myself through the expensive fabric. The pressure sends sparks up my spine.
“That’s it,” Theo encourages, watching me touch myself while servicing him. “I want Daddy to suck all the cum out of me.” His hips jerk forward involuntarily. “Then I’ll return the favor. Get on my knees and let you fuck my throat until you explode.”
The image makes me groan around his length, sending vibrations that make his thighs tremble. I squeeze myself harder through my pants, desperate for friction while I take him impossibly deeper, my nose pressing against the trimmed hair at his base.
“Jesus, look at you,” he breathes, cupping my jaw reverently. “Taking me all the way down your throat while you touch yourself. You fucking love this, don’t you?”
I answer by swallowing around him, my throat contracting. His head falls back against the shelves with a soft thud as he fights to keep quiet.
Theo’s breathing grows ragged, his fingers tightening in my hair as his hips stutter. “Fuck, I’m close,” he whispers, voice strained underneath the muffled sounds of the gala filtering through the door.
I double down, sucking faster, harder, wanting to taste his release. His thighs tense under my palms.
“Take it all,” he commands through gritted teeth as his cock pulses against my tongue.
Hot spurts fill my mouth, coating my throat as I swallow eagerly. Something that once would have disgusted me now feels like a reward—proof of my power to unravel him. I milk every drop, sucking until he hisses from oversensitivity.
When I finally pull back, his cock slips from my lips, still semi-hard. I look up at him, his face barely visible in the darkness but his chest heaving with satisfaction.
“Your turn, Daddy,” Theo purrs, reaching for me.
The door handle rattles.
We freeze. Terror floods my system like ice water. My heart beats so wildly, I’m certain whoever’s outside can hear it. Theo’s cock hangs inches from my face as I remain paralyzed on my knees, my career and reputation balanced on a knife’s edge.
The handle jiggles again. Someone pushes against the door, finding it locked.
