Page 77 of Made to Be

“No one will be coming in here, right?” he asked, rumbling voice deep and hypnotizing.

He leaned down to let his lips brush lightly across my cheekbone.

My eyes fluttered shut, “Huh?”

Before I could question what he was doing, Cam was guiding me backwards and shoving me lightly into the seat behind the desk. I fell into it as Cam caged me with his body, the armrests holding his weight as he hovered over me.

“Have you ever fantasized about doing anything in your office, Victor?” he asked me, eyes boring into mine and full of intent.

I spluttered, “Wh... What? Uh... I...” licking my lips nervously and throat bobbing convulsively.

I nearly choked as Cam dropped to his knees before me. His hands drifted to my thighs and spread my legs wide, making enough room for his broad shoulders to fit between them.

Rucking up my sweater, he leaned forward and began trailing hot, languid kisses down my bare stomach, his destination obvious.

“Um... Cam...” I gasped when his fingers flicked open the button of my jeans, the sound of the zipper obnoxiously loud in the silence.

“I know you have, Victor.” Cam’s mouth continued its unhurried, leisurely descent. “But I don’t think I’ll fit beneath your desk. So, this will have to do.”

When my fly was undone, Cam mouthed over my straining cockhead through the already damp fabric of my boxers. I moaned hoarsely, head craning back into the leather headrest. My hands immediately flew down to cup the back of Cam’s head telling him in no uncertain terms that yes, this was certainly doing it for me.

Why was the idea of getting sucked off in my office so hot? Had I realized this was something that would turn me on so much? Nope. Was I going toobject? Hell would freeze over before I stopped what was about to happen.

Cam grabbed my underwear, pulling it down so that my cock sprang free. I tried to spread my legs wider, but my skinny jeans were making it an impossible task. Seeing my struggle, Cam lifted my ass slightly so that he could pull them down and bare myself to him completely.

He hummed in appreciation, “Shit, Victor. You look...” A deep, rumbling groan replaced his words as he rubbed a palm over his own erection obscenely tenting the seam of his pants. But he made no move to pleasure himself further.

His eyes darkened as he leaned down, closed his eyes, and pressed a tonguing kiss to the weeping tip of my cock.

“Oh,fuck.” My hips bucked upward.

He did it again, and I had to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the wanton moans spilling free. Even though no one should be here, that didn’t mean no one was. Charlie could still be lingering, or the janitors. The door wasn’t locked. Anyone could walk by and hear us.

My dick grew impossibly stiff as Cam wrapped his fingers around its base and squeezed.

I was far from an exhibitionist, but the thrill of the fear made adrenaline course through my body. My blood rapidly heated, causing my head to go dizzy with lust.

“Maybe I’ll just,” he licked a long stripe up the underside of my shaft, “bend you over this desk and finally fuck you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

I whimpered, the fingers of my free hand white knuckling his hair. I couldn’t help but tug his head closer, wanting my cock filling his mouth. I needed to plug that wicked mouth so he’d stop saying such dirty things, or else I’d cum from just his words.

He chuckled, resisting. I let out a frustrated sound, hips lifting to meet his lips instead. His grip on my cock tightened and I winced at the burst of pleasured pain that jolted through me.

“You really want me to suck that beautiful cock of yours, don’t you?” he purred, pulling the head of my dick into the slick, wet heat of his mouth.

I dropped my hand from my mouth to gasp, “Yes... Yes.”

However, when I looked down, Cam’s eyes were already on me. He was gazing up at me from beneath those thick, dark lashes, his flushed lips circling my cock. Fuck, those lips looked so sexy wrapped around my cock. And that lip ring rubbing the underside...Gods. That blush was staining his cheeks and his eyes gleamed with challenge.

That was my first mistake.

Still watching me, his pierced tongue flicked at the sensitive V on the underside, and my hips jerked again. But this time, Cam didn’t stop me. He also didn’tstop me when both of my hands went back to his head and began tugging his head down.

And then I was fucking his mouth.

That was my second mistake.

Had I let Cam go slow and take his time, maybe I wouldn’t have cum so fast. Then I could have relished the pleasure for much longer than an embarrassing twenty seconds.