“Callum. Callum,” I said to get his attention. He only grunted against my neck until I tugged his hair, and he finally pulled back to look at me. “Do you trust me?”
His hazy eyes became focused as he considered my question. I held my breath, hoping he’d say yes, but preparing myself to bounce back if he said no.
“More than anyone else.”
His words formed a ball in my throat, and I had to swallow hard to work past it. I had to focus and not melt in his arms in a ball of mush. I hopped down off the desk and pushed him back until he sat. “I’ve been doing some research.” His brows furrowed in confusion. “For purely selfish reasons,” I said with a small smile.8
Leaning back against the desk, I made it a point to keep my hands resting behind me. I watched his hands flex against the arm rests, and I took a deep breath, beginning.
“If at any point you want to stop, talk, or do nothing, just say so. You are one hundred percent in control. Okay?” He hesitated, scanning my face trying to figure out what my next move was—what my final goal was, but eventually nodded his head. “Unfasten your pants and pull yourself out.”
“Oaklyn.” My name escaped on an exhale, but when I glanced down to his crotch, his erection twitched. He may have been hesitant, but he was still excited.
“You are in control, but don’t look away from me.” He nodded again. “Who’s in front of you, Cal?”
“You.” His voice was deep with excitement and nerves. I hoped it paid off.
“Say my name.”
“Oaklyn.”
I nodded my head toward his pants, and he worked his buckle open with only a slight tremble in his hands. Matching his movements, I began undoing the buttons on my sweater. By the time it hung completely open, my red lace bra exposed, his cock was out of his pants and his hand wrapped around the thick length, his eyes on me.
“Just a little visual to keep you in the moment.”
He only grunted and stroked his hand up to the top before dragging it back down. My mouth salivated at just the idea of tasting him. I couldn’t wait to have him in my mouth. Slowly, still holding his eyes, I slid to my knees. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as I worked my way between his legs and gently placed my hands on his knees.
I slid my hands up his thighs, but didn’t reach for him, continuing to let him stroke himself. “Remember, you’re in control. Don’t look away from me.”
I inched closer until my lips brushed the underside of his cock where I placed a gentle kiss. His chest heaved, but his eyes still blazed with desire as I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue from his base, over his fingers, and to the tip. His flavor exploded on my tongue when he directed his head into my mouth, and I latched on. I desperately wanted to close my eyes and get lost in the taste of him, but I forced my eyes open and sucked on him.
His groan rewarded me, and his hand loosened its hold on his shaft. I took his free hand and moved it to my breast under my bra. Coming off him with a pop of my lips, I moved his other hand to my head, burying it in my long hair.
“You’re in charge, Cal. You move me how you want.” His hips flexed and bumped his cock against my chin. “Say my name, Callum. Who’s sucking your cock?”
“You. Oaklyn,” he moaned.
“Good. Now feel me to keep you in the moment.” I pressed my breast harder into his palm and he squeezed. “I won’t look away.”
With a groan that ripped from his chest, he thrust into my mouth. I couldn’t go deep because of the angle I needed to keep to hold his gaze, but I hollowed my cheeks on each suck as he pulled out. I rolled my tongue along his shaft, loving his hand in my hair, moving me how he wanted. When he pinched at my nipple, I gasped around him and almost closed my eyes, but managed to hold them open.
“Oh, god. Oaklyn,” he said my name like a prayer. When I opened my mouth to let him watch me flick my tongue along his slit, tasting his pre-cum, he lost it. His head fell back against the chair, and he pushed my head down further. I closed my eyes and began sucking him like I was starving. I opened my throat and breathed through my nose when he thrust up hard, pushing past my gag reflex. Not once did I give him any resistance when his hand cradled the back of my skull hard and used me. I didn’t want to. Every time I choked on his head, I loved it, because he was trusting me. He was losing control with me.
Short thrusts followed the long pushes, and I focused my attention on sucking harder.
“Gonna come, Oak. Gonna come.”
I latched on tight enough to let him know I wanted to swallow him, but loose enough that he’d be able to pull me off. I didn’t have to worry because an instant later, he was shooting warm, salty cum down my throat, and I worked to swallow every ounce of him. He came so much, I struggled to swallow it all and some slipped down my chin. His groans were music to my ears as he fought to hold them back behind a clenched jaw. Finally, his hold on my hair loosened and I pulled back, leaving soft licks, sucks, and kisses all over his softening cock, making sure he saw me wipe any excess cum and lick it off my fingers.
With another groan, he reached for me, placing me atop his desk and went to fall to his knees, but I stopped him, pulling him into me. He looked at me with wild eyes, questioning why I’d stopped him.
“Not me. Just you today. Just you.” I dragged my hand down his cheek and smiled, loving to see him so out of control. So relaxed and lost in the aftermath of pleasure.9
His head dropped to my shoulder and his panting breaths brushed against my chest. When his shoulders began to shake, concern sent a chill through me, making my head light and my fingers numb. Fuck. I’d messed up. I’d fucked up. I choked on my breath, panicking, as ideas of what to do next ran through my head.
But then I heard a laugh. And another one. Until he was full out laughing. I held him to me and let him laugh, letting the sound fill me up, knowing I gave this to him. My fingers dug into his hair, and I laid kisses on the crown of his head until he began trailing his own kisses up my neck to my lips.
“Thank you. Thank you,” he murmured between kisses.
