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My hands go to my pants and his eyes track the movement. I see his eyes flare with heat, but he covers it quickly. “Over here and on your knees.” I could say it in a nicer tone, but right now, his mouth looks too good for me to think about being polite.
It doesn’t seem like Abel minds. I can tell by how slowly he’s walking that he’s forcing himself to take his time. He might not want me, but he definitely wants my cock.
I free my erection, which has been straining every pair of pants for the past three days. I haven’t felt the need to get a release from anyone but myself in years. But with Abel walking around, looking so fucking sexy, it’s all I can think about.
He drops to his knees in front of me and I stroke my long cock while I stare at his soft lips. My dick will stretch them wide and I can’t wait to see it. I stand from my chair and lean against my desk, and he watches me, then immediately drops his eyes. I don’t let the sting I feel linger. He doesn’t have to look at me, he only has to make me come.
“Open,” I order. He does, eyes closed, and I slide my cock between his lips. He moans at the same time I do. God, his mouth. His tongue strokes the underside of my cock when I push in, sending shocks of pleasure through me. I fuck his mouth with short, shallow strokes, letting him get used to my size. I know my cock is long and thick and I don’t want to hurt him. It takes an effort not to shove down his throat and make him gag.
After I’ve thrust inside a few times, letting him slick up the first few inches of my dick with his spit, I stop so he can take over. “Suck me,” I demand. I want to put his skills to the test. And skills they fucking are.
Immediately, he reaches up and grips the base of my cock to hold it steady, then opens wider, his juicy mouth sliding down the length of my dick. He bobs up and down on the top half of my cock, slicking it up more and twirling his tongue around me in a dangerous way. My eyes bug out as with every bob of his head, more and more of my dick disappears down his throat. He drops his hand and soon his nose is brushing my trimmed pubic hair. I grab his curls and yank him off my shaft, afraid I’ll come right then and there. Never has anyone been able to take my entire cock in their mouth. Many have tried but end up gagging before they can. Abel didn’t gag at all.Holy shit.
Looks like I won the lottery. The man that belongs to me for a year doesn’t have a gag reflex.
Eyes downcast, he patiently waits for me to once again feed him my dick. I want to yell for him to look at me, but I told him he didn’t have to. No one would want to stare at my scars while tonguing my balls.
Stroking my dick slowly, I grip his hair and demand for him to open. He does and I shove to the back of his throat, still surprised when he doesn’t gag or sputter. I’ll have to take advantage of his skills later. I need to fuck his throatnow.
His warm mouth wraps around my shaft and I feel bolts of pleasure shoot through me, heading to my balls. The suction he applies to my granite hard cock is perfect, pulling me in further every time I push inside. Holding his head steady and digging my fingers into his hair, I thrust into his mouth, moving his head back and forth on my length. “Oh fuck. Yes, Abel. Your mouth …” I growl and snap my hips faster, fucking his face with deep strokes. His succulent lips grip my dick, thinned from being stretched over me.
Then he hums. On purpose. Electricity shoots down my spine, setting my nerve endings on fire. The vibration through my cockhead goes directly to my balls and sets off my orgasm. As it barrels through me I gasp out, “Swallow,” and I feel his throat start to move around my cock.
On a loud groan, I release into his mouth. The swallowing feels so fucking good, it pushes me into another unexpected orgasm. I pump into his mouth, filling him with my come. When my hands loosen from his curls, Abel drags his mouth slowly over my dick, sucking me gently through my release. I make sure to leave some of my come on his tongue as I pull out so he’ll taste me long after he leaves.
I drag my pants up and flop back into my chair. Abel looks up at me with wide eyes. He looks beautifully wrecked, face flushed and chin wet. He wipes his mouth and hurries out of my office, shutting the door behind him. Jesus fucking Christ. I’ve never been sucked off like that. It was fucking perfect. The right suction, no gag reflex, plush lips wrapped around me. A year might not be enough.
A few hours later, there’s a knock on my office door. I start to ignore it, but then it comes harder. It can only be Janet or Abel. Michael or Quin would just walk in, and Quin is sitting in the corner, taking his job a bit too seriously. I don’t need to be guarded at home, but there’s no telling him that.
I give him a look and he says, “I’m your guard, not your fucking butler, Savage.” I scoff and shout for whoever it is to come in. It’s Abel. He’s dressed in a pair of jeans that hide nothing, a crop top that shows off his flat belly, a jean jacket, and the boots he wore to my office. I can’t keep my eyes from gliding up and down his body. He’s so perfect.
Schooling my expression, I cock a brow at him. “What?”
“Okay, let’s stop being a dick for one night. You can always pick back up tomorrow,” he retorts quickly. My mouth does this strange twitch it did back in my office. Like I want to smile at him. Highly unlikely. “I need to go to school tomorrow.”
“No.”
“No? Listen, Savage, you can fuck my mouth, but you can’t fuck my education. That is nonnegotiable. I have one more semester and I will go. I’m telling you as a courtesy. My car is still parked down the street. I can always drive myself.”
It’s not there anymore. I had Quin move it to my garage. But he’s right. I can’t hold him hostage. I mean, I could, but I promised not to hurt him. Besides, he only has a few months before he graduates.
I can’t trust that he won’t try to go home and stay there. He could easily slip away, go to his brother, and they could hide out. From what Michael told me, they don’t have the best relationship, but anything could happen.
I straighten in my chair and watch Abel kick up his chin. “There’s an auxiliary campus here in the city,” I inform him. “You’ll go there. I’ll make some calls and get you switched over to that campus.”
To my surprise, he doesn’t try to argue. On the contrary, Abel looks relieved. He must have assumed I would fight him on going to school. “Okay, that works. I’m so close to getting my degree.” He runs a hand over his gorgeous curls and looks up at me, then drops his eyes. The slight twinge I feel in my chest is unexpected. I want him to look at me.Reallylook at me. Not the fleeting glances he gives me.
Fuck these scars. Most of the time, I enjoy looking scary and intimidating, but not right now. Not with Abel.
After a brief pause, he looks at me and says, “Thank you,” and rushes out.
Quin breaks the silence with a brief chuckle. I look over at my handsome but infuriating best friend and bodyguard. If he was my type, I would have tried to shoot my shot there. But we both like the same thing—small, dainty men. Quin is a Daddy, our only difference. He would take none of Abel’s shit. I secretly like how Abel speaks to me, even though it frustrates me. “That one is a handful,” Quin says with a soft laugh. “Sweet though.”
I scoff and turn back to my computer, not really taking in the documents on the screen. “Sweet? No, he’s an ass.”
“Just to you, boss.” Quin knows I hate when he calls me that. I’m technically his boss, but we’re more like partners. I trust him more than anyone else. Trust him to protect me and trust his counsel. He’s my right hand. “I’d take him over my knee for how he talks, though.”
He didn’t mean it as a suggestion, but the thought of spanking Abel’s juicy ass makes my dick hard faster than anything else has in my entire life. I want to watch that sweet, gorgeous ass turn red under my hands. Watch it jiggle and shake as I swat it, teaching him a lesson he won’t soon forget.
