If he wasn’t even going to grip my hair, the moment definitely wasn’t personal. He didn’t have feelings for me. He was just horny after spending half the night eating me out. Which was understandable, wasn’t it?
I was going with yes.
I bobbed over his cock slowly. The drag of his piercings against my tongue and the roof of my mouth was different, but in an interesting way.
“Fuck,” he choked out, when I swirled my tongue over the underside. The small, smooth balls of his piercings felt nice, so I teased them a little more. His hips jerked, and he swore viciously as he lost control.
My eyebrows lifted as I swallowed his release, and my gaze met his as his chest heaved. His expression was intense, and his cock definitely wasn’t softening. Supernatural guys could get off repeatedly, so I knew we weren’t done. He’d get off at least one more time before he wanted a break.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to—fucking hell, Madi.” He snarled as the back of his head hit his chair, his hips jerking again as I took him deeper into my throat.
The piercing on the head of his cock didn’t feel as good back there, but I managed not to gag.
That was going to take some getting used to.
Not that I was going to be getting used to it, of course. This was a one-time thing. Getting it out of his system. Or repaying the favor he’d given me, I guess.
I teased his piercings with my tongue and worked the base of his erection while I bobbed slowly, getting my throat more acquainted with his jewelry.
His words turned to growls, his hips continuing to move as he held the edge of the desk like it was an anchor.
He came the second time with a vicious snarl, his chest heaving violently as he recovered. He let go of the desk and gently lifted my head, silently telling me he’d had enough.
I released his cock from between my lips and sat back on my heels.
He leaned back against his chair, taking deep breaths as he recovered from the climax.
It seemed like a good time to make my escape, so I eased myself backward about a foot, looking up at the edge of the desk to make sure I didn’t hit my head.
In hindsight, getting out from beneath a desk wasn’t exactly graceful.
I heard Bo’s sharp inhale as I scooted backward a few more inches, and looked down at my legs.
Yeah, I’d definitely opened them a little.
In my defense, I wasn’t all that short. His desk wasn’t all that tall, either.
Neither of those things changed the fact that he’d definitely caught a whiff of how turned on I was after giving him head, so that was awkward.
I slid back a few more inches before two thick thighs sank into my view.
Shit.
Bo ducked beneath the desk, his expression just as intense as it had been had the night before. His cock was still jutting up from his jeans, slick with my saliva.
“You enjoyed that, Mads?”
“I don’t think you’d believe me if I said I didn’t.”
His chest rumbled, and his hands landed on my thighs. They opened wider for him automatically, and his nostrils flared. “No.”
“Then yeah, I did.”
His hands slid up my thighs. “Let me repay the favor.”
“That’s what I just did.”
“I like it better when you owe me.”
