“Sounds like the opposite of an award,” Oscar teases and unzips my jeans. Our ravenous kisses steal oxygen from my lungs. I slide a hand down his abs, lower, and grip hard to his bulge.
“Fuck,” Oscar mumbles, breaking from my lips.
I harden at the sound, even more as he yanks my jeans to my muscular thighs and palms the outside of my boxer-briefs.
I swallow an aroused knot in my throat. My abs flex, head dizzying already.
Squeezing each other, we’re moving in short, hungry strokes while our mouths fasten and explore. I don’t feel like breathing tonight. Just give me Oscar.
I thrust my hips against him, creating more friction against his large hand. It feels so fucking good to be in his grip. Our breaths synchronize in heavy, panting waves, and we free ourselves from the last confines of fabric, tugging down our boxer-briefs.
Jesus, the feeling of his palm stroking my full length. I retreat in these pleasured feelings and pump him with my own firm force. “Highland.” His voice is stern, along with his hands that push my shoulders down. Sexy. Sexy. Fuck, he’s sexy.
I ease to my knees.
He’s figured out that I love blowing him. I get amped whenever it leads here. For one, seeing and feeling him come turns me on. For another, I feel less selfish. I’m putting forth some effort to help him reach a peak.
Giving Oscar that eye-rolling, moan-inducing high is an achievement I want to unlock.
With my hand clutching his bare ass, he carefully guides himself between my lips. His movements are purposeful, forceful, like he’s here to get off and nothing else and for some reason that blisters my senses. Lights me up.
I take him deeper than I did the first time I tried.
A noise rumbles through him.
I harden more.
Our eyes latch. His gaze melts in affection on me. Lips broken open with aching breath as I work him with my mouth.
“God,” he moans, huskily. Deeply.
I pop him out of my mouth to breathe.
He laughs.
“Give me a sec.” I inhale, exhale.
He caresses the side of my jaw. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
I spread my knees more and grip him in a fist. Two more strokes, and he arches his hips, filling my mouth for me.
I flex my muscles as arousal slams against me with that one maneuver. He sees the contract of my abs, my biceps, my thighs.
His fingers suddenly tighten on the back of my head as he releases in a few shuddering jerks.
I swallow his load.Holy shit.He eases back.
I blow out a dizzying breath and rise to my feet.
“You’ve got something—” Oscar reaches out and wipes his thumb across my lip. Our gazes hold tighter. More heat boils between us. His hand drags down my abs and grips my length. I shut my eyes that almost roll.
Fuck,yeah. He’s excellent at this.
Oscar starts stroking my erection. “Legitimately attracted to you.” He eyes me in his hand. “You’re really fucking hard, Long Beach.”
I pant into a smile that falters in a staggered breath. I almost come—and then, my phone buzzes.Fuck.
It could be the other exec producers.
