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“Which is actually perfect timing,” Corey was saying, checking his watch. “I have a hair appointment that I couldn’t move. I’m sorry, you two. Just as we were making such progress! Very unprofessional, I know, but Layland is the best stylist in the city—”
“It’s fine,” Vince said quickly. “So we’re done?”
“Until next week.” Corey made a note and smiled at us. “I’m so proud of you both.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Vince was already standing up, but instead of heading straight for the door, he looked down at me and waited. My heart started beating a little faster.
Wetting my dry lips, I rose from the couch. “I appreciate it, Corey.”
He was standing up too, snapping his notebook closed and smoothing down his shirt. “My pleasure. Great work today, darlings. Keep doing those ‘good morning’ exercises. They seem to be working wonders.”
I cleared my throat, willing my cheeks not to heat. “Yes.”
Vince was already waiting by the door, holding it open. His eyes darted to me before he said, his tone somewhat pointed, “After you, Corey.”
“Thank you, Vince.” The orc swept out of the room, and when I slowly followed, my breath caught as Vince’s fingers brushed my lower back in what seemed to be a signal. Once we were all in the corridor, I stopped. So did he.
Corey didn’t notice at first, striding down the hall until he glanced back and paused. “Aren’t you coming?”
“Think I’m gonna see how Rafe’s doing while I’m down here.” Vince gestured at the IT Manager’s closed door.
“Ah. Our tech wizard. Lovely.” Corey looked at me questioningly.
“I’m”—I looked around quickly and spotted a door marked Supply Closet, so I walked over to open it—“going to get some pens.”
“I see.” Corey’s brows twitched, but then he glanced down at his watch again. “Oh god, I need to get going. If I’m late there won’t be time for the pre-wash scalp massage and cocktail. Kisses!”
Neither of us moved as he disappeared around the corner. Then Vince looked at me while I stood there clutching the handle of the supply closet door and cleared his throat.
“Let me help you grab those pens,” he said casually, walking past me into the tiny room.
I hesitated. What if he really did think I wanted pens? What if I’d completely misinterpreted—
“Crossbody,” he rasped, black eyes shadowed as he watched me from inside the closet.
Swallowing, I stepped inside and awkwardly closed the door behind me, my front brushing his. There was no room to manoeuvre, and my wings were a little crumpled in the tiny space. We were boxed in on all sides by messy shelves covered in office supplies, and cleaning products tingeing the air with lemon disinfectant.
There was a brief moment of stillness, and then our mouths were crashing together in a feverish kiss. I clutched his face, already making hoarse, desperate sounds as he shoved his hands under my shirt to run them up my back. He plunged his tongue deep, almost into my throat, making my knees weak as he pushed me up against the door and groaned. His hands slid over my hips before one dipped between my legs to cup my rapidly stiffening cock, making me gasp against his mouth.
When he broke the kiss with one last flick of his tongue against mine, my breaths were trembling out of me. Then he crouched and popped the button on my fly, and I had to clap a hand over my mouth so I didn’t make too much noise. Vince reached into my briefs and pulled out my cock, making my brows pinch up with breathless anticipation.
My eyes rolled back, my head hitting the door behind me when wet heat engulfed my cockhead. A muffled groan vibrated against my palm, my other hand shooting out to clutch his hair. Vince moaned, swirling his tongue, smoothing it over my piercing, before sliding my cock deeper into his mouth and sucking with perfect pressure.
My legs were shaking. He began to bob his head, his mouth making wet sounds as he groaned and reached down to rub his own cock through his sweatpants. My sac wrenched up tight. I was already close to coming, but I didn’t want it to end.
My fast breaths were shuddering out of my nose as I held back my desperate moans, which was difficult. I didn’t know how good of a job I did. When Vince paused at my cockhead, breathing fast, I whimpered pleadingly. Then his long tongue emerged to swirl around my length, the tip sliding over my sac as he looked up at me, his eyes like black holes in the dark.
I found my trembling hand leaving his hair to cup his cheek, my thumb dancing at the corner of his mouth before I smoothed it over his soft, slick tongue. He pulled it back to capture my thumb in his mouth, sucking softly, eyes still locked on mine. I moaned hoarsely as my knees almost buckled.
Releasing my thumb, he kissed the weeping tip of my cock before grinning up at me and letting his tongue emerge again. This time, the tip slid all the way down and over my tight sac, then kept going until I felt its slick warmth running along my taint and flicking at the crease of my ass.
I started to shake, my hips jerking to slide my cock along the flat of his tongue. He groaned and pulled it back to suck me into his mouth, fisting the base of my cock and stroking as he bobbed his head faster. His free hand ran up my thigh and slipped under my shirt to smooth over my stomach, before he stretched his arm higher to circle a nipple with his thumb.
Bolts of pleasure zinged down through my belly and up my cock. I moaned gutturally, thrusting into his mouth now, and this time he didn’t stop and tell me I wasn’t allowed to move. He just groaned around me, sucking hard and fast, still plucking at my nipple, until a choked sound tore from me and my cock flexed against his tongue.
A hoarse moan left him as he slid his lips down to meet his fist and held me in his mouth, sucking softly and swallowing the cum I pumped into the back of his throat. Spots danced in my vision, my breaths sawing out of me, and when it ended I sagged back against the door with a weak moan.
Vince slowly sucked his way up to the tip and kissed it, his lower lip rubbing against my piercing and making me tremble. His hands were gentle as he tucked my wet, pulsing cock back into my briefs and did up my pants.
