Page 55

Julian comes through the speaker. “Kain?”

“Still here.” The answer comes out rough.

His hand returns to my head, but this time, his fingers thread through my hair, holding me there.

“The deleted threads are—are mostly random chatter. We can dump⁠—”

I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, my hand working what I can’t fit into my mouth. Kain’s cock pulses on my tongue, and a groan rips out of him, unchecked.

“Kain?” Julian sounds suddenly alert. “Everything okay?”

“Fine.” The word comes out strained. “Something’s—something’s come up. I’ll call you back.”

His protest is cut off when Kain ends the call and drops the phone on the desk.

He grabs my head with both hands. “That’s enough.”

He drags my head up, and his cock slips free of my mouth. It glistens with spit, the head dark and flushed, a thick drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip. He breathes hard, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow pants.

“Bunny,” he growls, the sound sending a shudder through me and leaving my dick aching. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I lick my lips. “What does it look like?”

“You can’t just—” His jaw clenches. “Julian was on the phone.”

I wrap my hand around him again and give him a few firm tugs. “You told me to find something to distract myself.”

Kain’s head drops onto the chair back, a groan tearing out of him as my thumb circles the sensitive spot just under the head. His hips buck forward, his cock sliding through my fist, and I lean in to take him back into my mouth.

His hands find my head again, fingers tangling in my hair, and he holds me there while I suck him deep. His thighs tremble on either side of me, the muscles jumping with every bob of my head. I work my tongue along the thick vein on the underside, and Kain thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him.

“Fuck, Bunny,” he rasps. “Your mouth⁠—”

I hum, and his hips jerk at the vibration. His cock pulses in my mouth, and I suck harder, my hand working the base while my mouth takes the rest. Spit runs down my chin, hot and messy, and I savor the salty musk of him.

Kain’s breathing turns ragged, his chest heaving. One hand slides from my hair to my jaw, his thumb tracing my cheek where my lips stretch around him.

“I’m close.” The warning comes out raw. “Bunny, I’m gonna⁠—”

I pull off just enough to wrap both hands around his shaft and work him faster, my mouth still on the head, sucking hard.

Kain comes with a groan, his cock jerking in my hands. Thick, hot cum floods my mouth, and I swallow him down, my throat working as he pulses again and again. When some spills past my lips, dripping down my chin and onto his thigh. I lick it clean, the denim rough against my tongue. Then I suck his shaft clean, too, as he shudders above me.

His hand finds the back of my head, feeding his cock back into my mouth as the last of his release spills onto my tongue. I swallow again, cleaning him with my mouth.

When I finally pull back, my lips are swollen, my chin wet with spit and the stray drops of cum I missed. Kain’s cock rests along his jean-clad thigh, still half-hard, glistening and spent.

Kain stares down at me, his pupils blown, his chest still heaving.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and sit back on my heels between Kain’s knees, my own dick hard and aching in my jeans.

Kain cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. “You’re a menace.”

I bite his thumb, not hard, and his breath catches.

“What was that for?” he asks, still catching his breath.

I shrug and rest my forehead on his thigh. “Dunno.”