I blush, remembering last night. It was so hot, and today… I’ve been on edge since the morning, feeling every brush of fabric, every seam. The lack of underwear has made me extra sensitive, and my cock has been semi-hard the entire time.
“Is that all?” I pose, arching my eyebrow in challenge. “I’d say I deserve a bigger reward.”
He hums, the smirk not dropping from his face. “Is that so?”
I drink some lemonade, wincing in pleasure at the refreshing sourness. “What do you think?”
Taking out his phone, he sends a text to someone and places it upside down on the table. Then he scoots closer to me on the couch, groping my thigh. Goosebumps quickly cover me from head to toe, the anticipation in my stomach transforming into a roller coaster I can’t get off of.
“I think that before I suck your cock, you should check your work emails.”
My eyes go wide, my pulse skyrocketing. It’s hard to say if it’s because of him confessing what he’s going to do to me or because of what comes after that. Buzzing, I fish out my phone and tap through the menu to open my mail app.
Oh my god. It’s right there—an email from the Devon Holidays Union Commission stating they’d like to meet with me and discuss the demands.
Shit. I’ve been launched into space, that’s how crazy this is. Alistair did it—he got me that meeting—just like he promised.
I squeeze his hand that’s still rubbing my thigh. I don’t know what to say, whether to thank him or scream with happiness. Getting the commission to hear me out is a giant step toward victory.
“You’re that speechless, huh?”
I gather my thoughts and challenge him with a sexy smile. “Momentarily stunned. I half-expected that you were pulling my leg about the meeting.” I lean in and huff air into the area under his ear. “I’m pleasantly surprised.”
“I said I would get you that meeting, didn’t I? Besides, you raised some good points that are worth going over.”
A flashback of the notes-littered folder in his room swims to the surface of my mind. “Ah. That explains your notes then… which I might haveaccidentallyseen.”
“Ah, yes. The notes in my folder, which was on the desk in myprivatebedroom. You ended up there all by chance, if I recall correctly, and not because you wanted to find something you can blackmail me with.”
“Exactly.”
Genuinely, I thought he’d stall and try to buy more time for Devon Holidays. But this is… fuck, I’m so relieved and excited and I don’t know what to do with myself.
In contrast, Alistair seems to know exactly what to do with me. His grin as he slides under the table and spreads my legs is diabolical. The long tablecloth obscureshim from any waiting staff that might pass by, so at least there is that.
“This is the other part of your reward.” He licks his lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Holy fucking shit, this man will kill me. And he’s not wasting any time either because between one blink and another, my pants are pulled down, revealing my hard and wet cock.
“So pretty. Push your knees out for me, Josh.”
Fire ignites within me and I do as I’m told. His mouth descends on the tip, hot and greedy. He licks it generously, tonguing the slit, and then he swallows me to the root.
I can’t stop the groan. It feels too good, the pressure, the heat, the wetness of his mouth. I’m in dick-sucking heaven.
“Try to be quiet or they’ll figure out what we are doing and throw us out,” he rasps, licking a stripe along the underside of my shaft.
He’s right. The fact that we are in a restaurant doing this sort of thing while people are having lunch around us crashes into me. But it doesn’t deter me, nope, it only makes this risky situation we’ve put ourselves into more titillating.
Raking a hand through Alistair’s hair, I guide his head up and down my cock. He’s happy to follow my lead, his pace quick and greedy, like he can’t get enough of me.
Why is he so good at getting what he wants? Of pushing my buttons? I’ve never done anything in public, but here I am now, fighting off moans and trying to keep my voice down as he drives me closer and closer to the edge.
“Alistair, I wanna come,” I whine, my toes curling as pressure builds up in my balls.
He smiles around my dick. “Come for me then, brat. I’ll drink every drop.”
Holy shit. He wants to swallow? I can’t take this anymore.
