Page 63 of The Silencer

“Yes, I agree,” I respond and then spread my legs a little wider.

He wets his lips once more and then moves, settling on the floor between my legs and running his hands up my thighs.

I let out a puff of air at the sensation, my hands fisted on the arms of my chair.

Tatum glances up at me, wordless, his pupils blown out. His tongue snakes from his mouth, and he laps at the tip of my cock. I watch him as he sucks on it, my length growing harder from the sensation of his wet mouth around it.

My fingers are digging into the leather of my chair as Tatum starts to suck me in earnest, pulling my cock into his mouth slowly, feeling it harden on his tongue.

“What do you think of that?” Senator Ruiz asks, and I glance over at Clarence.

He pauses what he’s doing and then responds for me.

“I think that sounds good. I’ll put it in the schedule. Now about the…” He continues to prattle on, taking notes as he goes.

He knows what’s happening behind my desk and carries on like he has no idea. He will send me the bullet points of what I’m about to miss.

Because right now, I’m not paying any attention.

Tatum is once again derailing my carefully laid plans.

My eyes never leave his and he keeps his open, watching me as he takes me all the way into the back of his throat.

Fuck, that feels really good.

I run my tongue across the front of my teeth as I sit here, listening to the conversation Clarence and Senator Ruiz are having while Tatum sucks me off. It’s wet and sloppy and yet, in his own way, it’s controlled.

He moves at a steady pace, not too fast, almost as if he’s savoring it.

His cheeks hollow, and I let out a soft grunt at the sensation pulsing up my legs and spine. Fuck.

“What do you think, Anthony?” Clarence asks, and I turn my gaze away from Tatum to meet his stare.

“I’ll defer to you on this one,” I say, and Clarence fights back a smile.

“Alright,” he says and then continues talking while I turn my gaze back to Tatum, who is continuing to suck, his head bobbing, his eyes still on mine. I can see the flush in his cheeks, the spit spilling from the sides of his mouth. It’s stretched wide, his hands still on my thighs. He’s not even using his fingers to help in getting me off.

He’s showing off.

How did he learn to do this?

For some reason, the idea of him with someone else makes my eye twitch.

My fingers reach out and thread through his silver hair, tugging roughly.

He lets out a low moan as I push him down onto my cock and hold him there, his nose pressed up against my pubic hair.

He shifts between my legs, his fingers flexing against my thighs, and then I feel him relax, almost as if he’s in some kind of trance. His eyelids flutter closed and he just swallows around me.

I watch him, feel the way that he savors it.

I drag him up my length and then spear him on it again. And again. I’m fucking his face hard now, all while the phone call continues.

My legs start to shake and I’m thrusting up slightly, the leather squeaking under me as I feel myself start to come.

My fingers tighten my hold on him as my cock starts to pulse in his mouth, emptying myself into his throat. I feel him swallow and sigh as I come down from the high of it, my body sagging slightly in the chair. My fingers loosen their hold on him and my cock falls from his mouth. His cheek is resting on my thigh, and I stare down at him, flushed and panting.

I watch as he reaches his hand down and undoes his pants, pulling himself out and stroking his cock in quick, sharp movements. A few seconds later, he’s biting his bottom lip and shuddering against me.