“Oh, we’re going to have to work on that. Sluts don’t get to gag unless they’re told to.” Ha, remembered that one perfectly.
He shivered and one hand tried to slip between his legs.
“No.” That one word was all it took to get another needy sound from him and he started working my cock faster.
“Hands on my thighs. You clearly can’t be trusted to leave that nub alone.” I was going to need to plan out some good terms to use, but it worked for the time being based on the shiver that went through him as he obeyed.
“Better.” Petting his head again, I let him hear the pleasure I was feeling that time and moaned softly. “Such a good cocksucker.”
That got me a pleased sound and he nuzzled against me like he was thanking me. “Yes, my good boy.”
Oh, he liked being praised.
But he liked sucking dick even more because it didn’t take long for him to find a soothing rhythm and I could see everything else falling away. His sounds and the way he moved said he was registering my touch and the caresses I was giving him, but I wasn’t sure he was taking in anything else.
So I just relaxed and did my best to think about anything else other than how good it felt.
My role was to help him relax and to give him the mental space to fix whatever the fuck had gone wrong in the story. Orgasms were supposed to take a back seat to that, so I focused on my to-do list, where the gremlins could be hiding, and what I was going to make him for dinner.
His days of takeout for every meal were over...especially when he could show gratitude so well.
But heaven couldn’t last forever and I knew the moment he figured out his problem. It was almost like a cartoon light bulb went off over his head and his sucking went from relaxing to true gratitude.
It was my turn.
“Let me hear you gag, slut.” With him back to being happy, naughty, and creatively charged, I made sure he knew what I wanted.
To come.
“Faster. Show me what a good cocksucker you are.” The rough order had him humming around my dick, and every time he would come off it, he’d fuck my slit with his tongue.
His cocksucking skills were beyond just good, but thorough praise would have to wait until I could think better.
Knox’s mouth was amazing, but it was the way he looked up at me, hungry and needy, that pushed me right over the edge and I shot deep in his throat.
The way he swallowed me down and moaned as my cum filled him kept the pleasure going and was incredible, but he was just as perfect when he finally eased off my softening cock and rested his head on my lap. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
My sweet slut. “You’re welcome.”
Knox was completely unique and utterly captivating...and I was going to make him mine.
Chapter 7
Knox
“No coming until you finish your work.”
“Hands off your dick until you solve the murder.”
“No humping the desk until you finish your to-do list.”
Mumbling to myself as I saved the document I’d been working on, I glared at the computer screen. “Serves him right. I’m already done.”
Pushing away from my desk, I marched out of my office and stomped into the kitchen since that was the last place I’d heard Rohan.
No Rohan.
“Were my countertops always that color?” As my feet instinctively started moving farther into the kitchen, I took in everything in pieces. “Wow. That’s.”
