Page 22 of Good Boy

I hesitated, then obeyed, shrugging off my suit jacket. By the time the light turned green, I was sitting there in my vest and tie, acutely aware of Weston's gaze on me.

"The tie too," he breathed. "Now."

My fingers shook as I loosened my tie, pulling it off. I was half hard already, and we hadn't even done anything. Fuck, what was this man doing to me?

The car roared through the intersection, and Weston reached over, snatching my tie from my grasp. He wound it around his fist, yanking me closer, and my cock throbbed as he brought his face close to mine.

"That's better," he purred, eyes gleaming. "Now, be a good boy, and maybe I'll give you a reward."

The parking garage was dimly lit and quiet, the hum of distant cars echoing through the concrete walls. My heart raced, feeling like it was about to burst out of my chest. I needed this release, needed Darius to take care of me before we faced another day at the law firm. I put the car in park and reclined my seat as I stroked my gloved hand through his hair. Fuck, he was so pretty sitting there in his suit. The lines of his throat tightened as he eyed the impression through my pants.

"I made it easy for you," I said, unclasping my belt.

The rasp of the zipper stretched through the car, exposing my hot, leaking flesh. I didn't know what turned me on more. The hazy gaze in his eyes or the column of his throat rippling with each swallow. With my bare ass on the leather seat, I reclined and ran my gloved thumb over his bottom lip.

"Nervous?" I asked, stroking myself with the pre-cum.

"No. I'm not new to sucking dick."

"True, but you're new to being face fucked hard and fast."

I didn't give him time to answer before I forcefully guided his mouth to my cock. "That's it. Open that cock sucking hole wide for me."

He took me deep into his warm, wet throat. "Fuck yeah," I hissed, gripping the back of his head, urging him to take more.

This wasn't gentle or loving; it was raw and filthy, just what I craved. Spit trickled down from the corners of his lips as he choked on me, tears streaming from his eyes.

He forced his head up, his breath a ragged mess, wet chin and watery eyes. He swallowed, lips trembling as the words on his tongue appeared and died over and over again. He was lost for words, his mind undoubtedly a frenzy of sexual lust.

"I love it when you look like you've been working hard, but we're not done yet, darlin." I slipped my thumb between his lips. "Daddy wants to fill that mouth of yours."

With my hands tight in his hair, I pushed him back down, harder than before. Deep gurgles bubbled from the back of his throat, his internal struggle to keep me in the back of his throat.

"Shh, relax that throat for Daddy."

He continued to gag as I worked him, his fingers gripping at my thighs as I forced his head up and down my shaft. But he never faltered, instead he worked harder to please me.

"Be a good boy and give me what I want," I cooed, my fingers entangled in his hair.

His jaw locked around my flesh, and my climax came rushing to the surface like a rogue wave. My balls tightened as he swallowed me whole and with one final forced thrust, I spilled my load into his willing mouth, the taste of my cum filling his senses.

I grasped his chin, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of his skin as I forced him to meet my gaze. “Don’t you dare swallow,” I said, before slamming my lips into his.

He moaned into me, the salty mixture passing between us as I took him possessively. It was filthy, and the longer I claimed his mouth, the longer I could hang on to the high I desperately chased.

We broke apart, and he raised his chin to the ceiling, then swallowed, the swell of his working throat making my already drained flesh leak again. I searched his face for hesitation or fear. There was none. He needed this just as much as I did.

"Let's go," I said, tucking myself back into my pants and straightening my suit as best as I could. Darius followed suit, wiping away any remaining traces of our encounter.

We walked to the elevator, both of us looking disheveled, our suits a far cry from their pristine state just half an hour ago. But I didn't care; the thrill of our secret act fueled me. Despite knowing that the consequences could be dire if anyone found out about us, there was something intoxicating about the risk.

He pressed the button for the seventh floor, his hazel eyes locked on mine, a devious glint within them that threatened to unravel me completely.

The elevator hummed to life, ascending through the building at a pace that felt agonizingly slow. The floors ticked by like seconds on a clock, each one bringing me closer to the reality I was desperate to escape for just a little while longer.

Finally, the doors slid open, revealing the bustling law firm. I stormed out, my stride purposeful, ignoring the greetings from my two brothers who stood nearby, their curious gazes following my every move. Darius followed close behind, our footfalls echoing down the corridor.

"Weston," Kent called out, but I didn't bother to acknowledge him. I couldn't risk letting anyone see through the carefully crafted facade I'd built up over the years. If they knew what I'd done, what I wanted to do again, my entire world would crumble around me.