Chapter 10 #2
I let him slip from my mouth, lifting a hand to my lips without taking my eyes off him. He lifts his head, brow furrowed like he’s about to protest, until I slide a finger into my mouth and suck it slowly. When I pull it free, the hard glare in his eyes shifts to something even sharper.
Excitement… or maybe even desperation.
I hold his gaze as I lift one of his legs and push it wider. Then I lower my hand and press my wet finger to his ass.
His throat bobs with a heavy swallow, and a shaky breath escapes him as his head falls back to the desk. My cock aches with need as I wet my finger again and push it inside him, while taking him back into my mouth in one fluid motion.
His hands instantly slip into my hair as a groan rips from his throat, loud enough to echo through every floor of this building.
“That’s it,” I murmur, licking up his length. “Fucking roar for me, baby.”
His fingers twist in my hair as I suck him down and curl my finger inside him, making his hips jerk up to give me more.
And I take every inch.
With each stroke, suck, and flick of my tongue, his moans grow louder and rougher, until the urgency between us turns frantic.
That cool, calm, collected composure he always wears is unravelling fast as he lets himself fall apart, handing over every inch of control so I can make him come undone.
“Oh god,” he groans. “I’m coming.”
I moan around his cock, pressing deeper with my finger until his body goes rigid. He spills into my mouth with a strangled groan, and I take it all, swallowing greedily and sucking him dry until he’s trembling against the desk.
His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he continues to lie on the desk, and I stand, palming my throbbing cock and rubbing it slowly while I watch him, savouring the last of his taste on my tongue.
He sits up, eyes glassy and face flushed, and fuck if this isn’t my favourite version of Dr. Cormier, post-come.
But then he moves, smoothly slipping off the desk like a goddamn predator to drop to his knees before me.
His urgency is gone now, replaced with a calculated precision. Like he knows he’s about to ruin me, and he knows exactly how to do it.
And I know he’s right.
He takes me into his mouth and grabs my ass with both hands, squeezing hard.
“Fuck…” I mutter as he looks up at me, his perfect lips wrapped around my cock and a dark look in his eyes. And I know exactly what that look means when he squeezes my ass again and pulls my hips forward, driving me deep until I hit the back of his throat.
I place my hands on either side of his head, and his grip on me loosens just enough to let me take control. But his eyes stay fixed on me, sparkling with need and silent questions. Like he’s begging me to use him… and daring me to do it right.
So I do.
I thrust hard, and he moans deep in his throat, fingers clutching my ass again like he needs something to hold on to while I fuck his mouth without mercy.
“Fuck, baby,” I grunt, gripping his head tighter as he takes all of me, gaze locked on mine like he’s surrendered completely, yet still owns every second of this. “You’re a fucking masterpiece.”
His hand slides between my legs as I continue to thrust into his mouth, taking each one like the fucking champ I knew he was. Then he presses a finger to my ass and I groan loudly, tipping my head back as pleasure hits me like a fucking truck.
Dr. Cade Cormier… this fucking paradox of a man who lectures on quantum mechanics while wearing soft sweaters, yet can fuck me up like no one ever has before.
And it doesn’t take long.
With his lips wrapped around my cock, his fingers rubbing over my ass, and his subtle gags and low moans vibrating through me as he swallows me whole, I can’t hold back any longer.
“I’m gonna come,” I pant, slipping a hand into his hair and gripping tight as heat builds fast. My legs lock, and my muscles twitch as everything winds tighter and tighter inside me.
A groan rips from deep inside me as I come in his mouth, and he doesn’t stop.
He moves his hands to my hips and takes over, bobbing on my cock and milking me for every last drop like he needs it.
Every touch and every flick of his tongue are both torture and salvation…
he’s dragging me through the fucking fire, just to show me I’ll survive it.
Then he releases me from his mouth and rises to his feet.
When he lifts a hand to wipe his mouth, I catch his wrist to stop him.
My eyes stay locked on his glistening lips as I step in and run my tongue along his bottom lip, tasting myself on him.
Then I slide my tongue into his mouth and kiss him like he belongs to me.
Because he does.
When I release him, his eyes find mine again, and for a brief moment, I see past the wall. He’s open, unguarded, and it almost looks like he wants to let me in. But then his gaze drops, and he bends down to retrieve his pants from the floor.
I smile and step back so he can pull them on, and watch as the wall slowly rebuilds itself, brick by brick, with every movement he makes.
But that’s ok.
Because I know how to tear it down. And now I know how I’m going to keep it down.
I grab my pants and pull them on as he buttons the last button on his shirt, then watches me calmly as I do up my belt and find my own shirt.
He doesn’t say a word as I finish getting dressed, just stands there with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. The cool, composed version of him is now firmly back in place, as if I didn’t just take him apart piece by piece.
But the flicker in his eyes as I take my gun from the desk and holster it at my side tells me everything I need to know. He may be back in control now, but it’s threat and chaos that open him up.
I shrug my cut on over my shoulders and flash him a smile as I tug it into place.
“Always a joy, Doc.”
He huffs, his lips just barely quirking up in a lopsided smile as he gives a subtle nod. But I don’t move. I stand right where I am, waiting for the question I know is coming.
Because we both know this is just the beginning.
He stares right back at me, arms still crossed. But I’ve found the weak point in the structure… and I know I’m getting closer to breaking through.
Cade’s eyes flick down to the name badge stitched to my cut, then lift back to mine. “So,” he says easily, meeting my gaze again with a cool indifference. “What’s your name?”
I let a slow, crooked smile slide across my lips. Then I turn towards the door and take my time crossing the room. But when I get there, I glance back over my shoulder, just in time to catch the faint crease of confusion tug at his brow as I grip the doorknob.
“Alder,” I say.
Then I step into the hall and close the door behind me, catching the sound of scattered footsteps and hushed whispers.
This should be fun.