“When I brought up that conversation in Rio, I had no clue where it was going to lead. I had no fucking clue what you were talking about, Jax. I wracked my brain for days on end, and do you know what I finally did?” He pauses for a moment, but I have no fucking clue. “I called those people I was with. I haven’t talked to them basically since I graduated, and I still fucking called. Out of all of them, one person remembered. And do you know what it was about?” Once again, he pauses, but I’ve still got nothing, “It was about how fucking attractive you are. How fucking good you looked that night. Not anything bad. Not anything derogatory in the slightest. But you wouldn’t fucking listen to me and give me the benefit of the doubt.”
Tears fill my eyes, and I once again find myself biting my lip. What do you mean I’ve literally been thinking the worst all this time? My eyes fall, unable to look at him anymore. There’s beenyears wasted, all because I was too insecure. That’s what this all leads to, right?
The tears spill from my eyes, but a finger under my chin has my gaze shifting up, right into his face. He’s squatting in front of me, his thumb wiping the tracks from under my eyes.
“Jax, this…what we have? I truly think it’s something special. I’ve thought you've always been the one who got away. I’d catch myself thinking about where you might be, what you might be doing. If you were happy, if you had found someone else. And imagine my surprise when all the fucking stupid pieces fell into place, and here you were.” He leans forward and softly presses his lips against mine. It’s so soft, I barely recognize they’re there, but the heat spreading throughout my body proves just how electric even that small touch can be.
“Jax, we could do this. We could try. We could do all the things we wanted. We can make up for lost time.” His lips find mine again; he grabs the coffee cup out of my hand and sets it on the coffee table beside us as the kiss deepens. It’s no longer that soft peck, instead something much more all-consuming, like the last however many years needs to be made up for right now.
This may be a good place to start, though.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KAI
He tasteslike that sickly sweet coffee he loves, that purple shit that’s always sitting on top. I want to taste all of him, though.
Neither one of us are super good with words, it seems, but when we let our bodies do the talking? Well, that’s when the magic happens.
He’s already seated as soon as I pull away from those perfecting fucking lips, and I fall to my knees. This isn’t the position either one of us is used to—he’s been on his knees for me, and, well, I’ve been on my knees for no one.
I’ve never been interested, never had the forethought to bring this kind of pleasure to someone, but it’s different with him. I want the new. I want to taste him.
He hits the back of the chair, immediately breathing heavier as his eyes track my every movement. I’m desperate for him, my mouth watering and my heart racing. This isn’t something we can necessarily draw out, knowing people will start showing up to the office anytime now.
I tell him as much as I work the button of his pants, pulling them down while he lifts his hips for me, his shirt bunching higher around his waist so it doesn’t get in the way.
He has an impressive girth, although not super long, more towards the average size. It curves slightly to the left and in the middle to make it more banana shaped. He’s cut, the purple, mushroom-shaped head visible, precum dripping from it.
I take him in my hand, relishing how hard he is but also how smooth the skin is. He’s fucking perfect.
I stroke him a couple of times, letting the liquid bead at the tip before I lick my way from bottom to top. When I finally get to his head, I take him in my mouth, my tongue lavishing over the salty pearl of precum before taking him as deep as I possibly can.
I don’t get very far, maybe half way, before I gag and have to come up for air. Not letting it stop me, though, I keep my eyes on his and try to relax my jaw as much as possible as I go back down as far as I can.
Continuing this motion, I give up on trying to actually deepthroat him, instead using my hand in sync with my mouth. Both motions have Jax bucking into me, hissing and grappling with the arms of the chair.
“Fuck,” he groans loudly.
I smile as I come up again, my tongue darting out to taste him. “You better be quiet before you get us caught.”
My head bobs faster, my free hand coming up to cup his balls before resting against that hole I want to fuck so badly. I apply light pressure, enough to give the illusion of breaching, but I’m not going to actually with no lubrication. Another moan leaves those lips I’ve come to love, and I smile while I continue my mission.
“I’m gonna come,” he mewls.
Both our movements halt, though, when extra light starts shining into my office. I dart my head out to the side quickly tosee where it’s coming from, only to see that the main reception area overheads are now turned on.
“Fuck, someone is here.”
“Shit, Kai.” Jax reaches towards his pants, but I’m not having it. I’ve barely gotten the sampler platter. I want to taste it all. “Kai, we’re going to get caught.”
“Then you better fucking come,” I growl between my movements.
He shifts, eyes closing and head leaning back, as if all his concentration is going towards this and this alone.
“Fuck, Kai.” His words are barely above a whisper, meant for my ears only, and it spurs me on more.
I move quicker, trying to savor it all but also not have someone walk in on the CEO giving his boyfriend a blowie before work.
