Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
HARRISON
I crushed Aaron’s lips with mine, and the crazy thing was, he let me.
My tongue delved deep into his mouth, a rush of anger and adrenaline surging through my body. Something that was so fucking wrong never felt so right.
Wait. What was I doing?
Shoving my tongue down my boss’s throat wasn’t the shocking part. It was the fact that Aaron kissed me back. And fuck, he knew how to use that mouth of his for more than snappy comebacks. I plunged my tongue deeper, taking control, fucking his mouth, until his filthy groans turned to desperate whimpers. A shudder wracked my body, and I reached down, sliding one hand over his ass, pulling his hips in tight to mine.
Christ, Aaron was as hard as I was. He rubbed his body against mine like he couldn’t get close enough, begging me without words. Alarm bells pealed in my subconscious, but I ignored them. It was too late. I didn’t want to listen to him talk, and if this was the only way to shut up him, I’d take it.
Aaron slid one hand into my hair, tugging me closer, and I kissed him harder. His other hand slid over my back, and he cupped my ass cheek, squeezing tight, and I moaned into his mouth and delved my tongue deeper. God, why did he taste so freaking good? What if one taste wasn’t enough? Everything in my body locked up tight at that disturbing thought.
Suddenly, he let out a strangled groan and I pulled back, gasping for air.
“Don’t even think of stopping,” he snarled, punching his hips forward, teasing my cock.
“Me?” I stared into his eyes, barely able to breathe. Cupping his neck tightly, I felt his pulse jump under my fingertips. Knowing that I turned him on—and the fact that he hated it—was a total power trip. “You’re the one who stopped.”
“I nearly choked on your tongue.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Oh, it’s bad,” he admitted. “Very bad. And also, really fucking good.”
This time, Aaron kissed me , mauling my lips until I couldn’t remember my own goddamn name. And when his hand cupped my throbbing dick, I said fuck it. He reached for my pants, struggling with the zipper, until I swatted his hand away, and took care of it myself. And shit, my hand was shaking. What the hell was that about?
Suddenly, Aaron dropped to his knees, and the tremble in my hand spread to the rest of my body. I was always eager for a random hookup with a sexy stranger, but I was not prepared for the sight of my boss kneeling at my feet.
Holy shit, was this gorgeous asshole about to suck me off in a public bathroom?
“Now I want to choke on your dick,” he growled.
Who knew that uptight Aaron was a dirty boy under that tight suit of his? I barely had time to shove my jock down when Aaron reached for my cock, his skillful hand jerking me off, teasing the head of my dick on the upstroke. Of course, he was good at that, too. My balls drew up tight and I gritted my teeth, struggling for control. I should stop. Stop now. What are you doing? What kind of fuckery was this? His touch annoyed me as much as it turned me on. No way was I about to blow my load that quickly.
“Tell me, Harry, who’s in control of this meeting?” He gloated as he leaned forward and stuck his wicked tongue out, licking a drop of precum from my dick.
When he licked his lips, tasting me, I tried to hold back a shiver. Tried, but failed.
“Mmm, I can taste your desperation.”
“Suck me already,” I bit out, punching my hips forward, ignoring his taunt.
“Is that any way to talk to your boss?”
“Suck me now, Sir.”
I didn’t have a roleplay kink, but maybe, I’d been missing out. Only, this wasn’t roleplay. Fucking around with my boss was real. Real and really fucking hot.
Aaron’s eyes flashed, and my thighs locked up tight as he slid my throbbing dick into his mouth. Watching those lush lips stretched wide around my cock was almost too much for me to take in. I wanted to memorize every provocative second. I wanted to close my eyes and pretend he was someone else. Someone who didn’t burrow under my skin like a permanent rash. But when his amber eyes met mine, the challenge I saw in them was unmistakable. And when he swallowed, gagging at first, then taking my dick all the way down, I knew that like me, Aaron played to win.
The tight, wet heat of his throat around my cock felt amazing, the pleasure so intense that I bit down on my lower lip to keep from groaning out loud. I refused to give him that satisfaction. At least, not until I was satisfied. But I bit my lip too hard, and suddenly there was the tang of copper along with the heady taste of Aaron that lingered on my tongue.
Aaron bobbed his head, sucking my cock so intensely that the moan I’d been fighting let loose. Anyone walking by would know exactly what we were doing, but I didn’t want them to hear us. A snarl edged its way up my throat. He was mine to use. And yes, I was going to use him. And fuck if that thought didn’t make me harder. My groan became a growl, echoing loud and dirty, and I dropped my head back, staring at the ceiling, trying to hold on to what was left of my control.
It’s just a mouth. It could be any hot guy. Any sexy, infuriating guy with an unbelievably talented mouth...
Inevitably, I looked down again, at the sight of Aaron sucking me off. I thought I’d been the one in charge of this game that sparked between us, but given how weak my legs were, I’d be joining him on the floor in no short order. Aaron didn’t let up, licking and teasing, using his hand in tandem, his strokes sure and rough. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but I did, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Fucking asshole,” I hissed, irritated that I was about to come already. “Fuck, fuck.”
Asshole or not, the man knew how to give head. I swear I felt him laugh, and the humming vibration of his mouth around my cockhead meant it was game over. My climax raced fast and furious, and there was no stopping it.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I warned him. “Pull off.”
My stubborn boss ignored me, sucking my cock with abandon.
“Aaron.”
Fire flashed in his eyes as tears streamed down his face, mixing with his saliva. He was determined to wreck me, and I was too far gone to give a shit. My hands clenched his hair, but I didn’t push him away. I was too fucking close, my orgasm just within reach.
“You dirty fucking dick,” I moaned, my balls drawing up tight.
Aaron’s hand squeezed the base of my cock, and the game was over. Exquisite pleasure pulsed through my body, and I couldn’t do anything but surrender to it. I jerked, unleashing in his mouth, coming so hard I thought for sure I’d pass out.
Somewhere through my lusty haze, reality hit. Aaron swallowed my load. It was hot as hell, but not fucking smart. On any level. What the fuck were we thinking?
Not thinking. Not at all.
“You…bastard,” I panted, trying to catch my breath.
Aaron let my spent cock slip from his mouth, then wiped my cum away with the back of his hand. He slowly stood up until we were eye to eye again. His hair was a mess, his lips were puffy, and his beard was covered in cum.
What the fuck had just happened? I had to get out of here. Or, he needed to go away.
“I win,” he declared.
Given how hard I just came, I disagreed. But before I could utter a sarcastic word, there was a knock on the door. Shaking my head, I quickly tucked in, zipped up, and turned to face the sink, willing my body and mind to calm. Aaron pushed me aside, turned on the water, and washed his face. When he leaned back, he looked completely debauched and smug as hell. I wanted to kiss him again and push him away at the same time. I had a horrible feeling that he’d sucked all my brains out through my cock and I just hoped they weren’t gone for good…
Another jarring knock on the door, followed by a loud buzzing noise, interrupted my thoughts. Suddenly, the handle moved and when the door opened, a stranger stood there, a cordless drill in hand. The guy was dressed head to toe in black—t-shirt, jeans, and motorcycle boots—and gave us a knowing smirk.
My lips were swollen and red, Aaron’s more so, and the room smelled like cum. Not that it was shocking. This was a club after all, so we weren’t the first or the last. Only, the timing was shit. The timing and the man. So much for my professionalism. Thank fuck it was a stranger on the other side of the door and not Ollie. Oddly enough, my face heated, or maybe that was beard burn from kissing Aaron. That mouth of his, holy hell. The man was irritating as fuck, but he knew how to kiss.
“Hey, I’m Zeb, I own the club,” the man in black announced. “I’m a friend of Ollie’s. You guys alright?”
I nodded, still breathing hard. “Thanks. I’m Harrison, this is Aaron.”
Zeb grinned and offered his free hand.
“Sorry it took me so long to get you out of here,” Zeb explained. “I had another issue to deal with.”
I wasn’t sorry. Or, maybe I was? I didn’t know anything anymore.
“Well, I gotta get back to work. Apologies again about the lock.” Zeb winked. “Damn thing is a tricky bastard sometimes.”
“Tricky bastard is right,” I whispered as I glanced at Aaron.
How was I going to explain my way out of this? Fucking around with my boss? No way did we fool this guy. And there’d be no fooling others once we stepped foot outside this bathroom, including Ollie.
Aaron nodded. “Thank you.”
The gravelly rasp of his voice, and the reason why, made me shiver.
Zeb said goodbye and continued walking down the dimly lit hallway, leaving us alone again.
“What happened in here, didn’t happen,” Aaron warned.
I glared at him.
“For once, I agree with you.”