CHAPTER 44 Charlie
CHAPTER 44
Charlie
I t’s that dead zone between Christmas and New Year’s when a lot of people take time off, but I have a ten thirty video hearing on Tuesday, so I’m dutifully wearing a suit and in the office. I could attend from home, but the court doesn’t allow virtual backgrounds, and I prefer to be professional and have the camera show my office rather than my empty extra bedroom. Plus I have plenty of work to do.
I close the window shades so I’m not backlit and slide on my jacket. Even though I’m just sitting at my desk, it’s supposed to be exactly the same formalities as being in court. I need to show respect for the process. I have something to look forward to after the hearing, too. Rowan said he’d come by for lunch and we could go down to one of the restaurants in the basement mall.
I’ve logged into the court’s website, and the clerk has checked me in. I mute myself when there’s a knock at the door.
“I’m in court,” I call.
The door opens, and Rowan walks in. Now that he has multiple closets full of designer clothes, every day is an event: What’s Rowan going to wear? I should start an Ad/VICE account for that. Today, he’s got on a sharp blazer over a pair of oversized jeans.
“You’re early, baby,” I say, unable to tear my eyes away from him. “I have a hearing right now.”
“I know.” He gives me a cocky grin, slinking toward me like he’s on a catwalk.
I furrow my brows, while my pulse quickens. “What-what are you doing?”
“Indulging in a fantasy,” he says. He slides in between me and the desk.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I hiss, pointing at the door. I’m pretty sure I’m not the first person to get a blow job—or the possibility of one—in this office. Maybe not even the only one today, given how Nogust were looking at each other this morning. But … court .
Rowan ignores me and curls up under my desk, settling on his knees between my legs and pulling me in close.
“I have to be on a Zoom appearance in five minutes,” I say urgently.
“I’d better hurry, then.” Rowan runs his hands up my thighs, which makes my dick chub up in anticipation.
We can’t do this. Even though it’s a fantasy of mine, in reality it’s a bad idea. “No, you’d better leave , then.”
Pushing my chair so it rolls away from the desk, Rowan crawls out and goes to stand up. “Your loss.” He gives me the sexiest smile, and my dick gets harder.
He bites a lip and gives me doe eyes.
“Fuck,” I mutter, relenting. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
He grins. “I can. If you tell me to, Daddy.”
I undo my pants and draw out my dick. I’m not fully hard yet, although I’m getting there. “Suck my cock,” I order.
Rowan gives me a wicked grin. “Now? While you’re about to be in court?”
I really, really can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s such a bad idea. It’s utterly unprofessional. “Yes. Do it. But don’t make me come until after my hearing is over.”
Rowan’s head is in my lap, his hot breath hitting my exposed dick. It feels very wrong to be exposed in the office. Very strange , when I’m still wearing a tie and dress shirt on top.
But he runs his nose up the cloth covering my inner thigh, and my cock goes fully erect. Then he snuffles into my balls, taking one, then the other, into his mouth.
I suppress a groan.
Fuck, I need to get my game face on if I’m going to do this.
I scoot so I’m slouching slightly under the desk, and Rowan moves back. He looks up at me wickedly, and then he starts blowing me for real. If I were on my feet, I’d be falling down right now.
Thankfully, I can turn the microphone and the video off until it’s my turn. Also thankfully, this hearing is only a procedural one about the status of the case. Not, like, a trial. I’d like to think I really would have sent Rowan away if this were a trial, but … lord, who knows?
As Rowan sucks my cock, I click the video on and check how I look. My expression is strained, but maybe I’m the only one who’ll notice. I answer the clerk’s questions, then turn the mic and video back off.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Keep still.”
I spread my legs wider, and he’s licking my cock like it’s an ice cream cone. Little licks like a kitten. Only I know he’s so much more dangerous than a kitten.
Then he just holds my cock in his mouth, keeping it warm. Fuck, his mouth. It’s so good. So, so good.
I adjust my legs, trying to accommodate him and still be professional on camera, and tell him, “Suck my cock, but don’t make me come. Got it?”
Rowan nods, his pink hair flopping in his face. Having someone as mouthy as him play along is heady. He knows that this is hot as fuck. That it’s naughty as fuck. That if I got caught, I could be sanctioned by the court. I don’t think I’d lose my law license, but it wouldn’t look good.
I angle my hips slightly forward to give Rowan a better angle so he’s not pulling my dick down. I don’t want to drop my chair too much. That would be noticeable.
The door opens, and I freeze. Shelby walks in. “Oh, sorry. Is this a bad time?”
“I’m in court,” I grit out. “Can you hang the Do Not Disturb tag on the door?”
He gives me a funny look and smirks. “Sure.” He pulls the tag off the inside door handle.
Oh, shit. He can probably see Rowan’s shoes under the desk.
Fuck. A below-desk BJ is the stuff of my dreams.
The door closes, and Rowan chuckles. “That was close,” he whispers.
“Pretty sure Shelby saw your feet. And keep sucking my dick,” I growl.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I focus on how good the blow job feels—and how much I want to come—but Rowan’s playing with me, edging me, so I never quite tip over. Just when I’m about to tell him to focus, the court calls my case.
Shit. “I’m on,” I whisper.
I turn on the video and notice my cheeks are flushed and my hair is messy. I quickly straighten it.
Rowan slurps loudly on my dick.
Fuck.
I clear my throat and unmute the call. “Good morning, Your Honor,” I say. “This is Charles Cooper for the plaintiffs.” Then I mute it again.
This is going to be tough to pull off.
Opposing counsel makes their appearance.
“Thank you, counsel,” the judge says. “Please tell me the status.”
Opposing counsel starts talking, and I do my best to keep a straight face. Except now, Rowan’s decided to double down and is going to make me come.
While I’m on video.
In open court.
Fuckkkk .
“Is that true, Mr. Cooper?” the judge asks.
I unmute my video long enough to say, “Yes, Your Honor. That’s accurate.”
“Is there a reason why you keep muting yourself?” he asks.
“There’s a lot of background noise. I apologize.”
He nods but gives me a funny look. “Fair enough.”
The court sets another hearing date in six months, and I take notes and get out of the hearing as fast as I can, shutting down the app, exiting all programs, and turning off my computer.
Then I growl at Rowan, “You little menace.”
Rowan smiles around my dick, but before he can say anything, he sucks hard and I come, throwing back my head and spurting into his waiting mouth.
Once I’m done, breathless, flustered, my chest heaving, I yank him out from under my desk and kiss the daylights out of him. Then I stand, pull my pants up as best I can, and drop to my knees so I can return the favor.
“Let’s see how fast you can have anticipatory early jizz,” I rumble.
“Charlie,” Rowan whines, as I get his jeans unzipped and pull out his cock. “Oh, fuck, Daddy, make me come.”
My little princeling criminal grabs my hair like he’s going to rip it out, and now I’m groaning again, because I love the bite of pain. I open my mouth, and he slides his cock in, the salty taste of precome strong. I love it when he gets turned on.
I hear voices approaching in the hall. I’d better be fast. I focus my efforts, my tongue worshipping his cock, my throat taking some abuse.
I love this.
He gets impossibly hard and comes, gasping. My eyes are watering, and some of his spunk dribbles down my chin.
Crap. Well, at least I’m done with court for the day.
After we’ve caught our breath and wiped off with tissues, something occurs to me. “Do you want to meet Sam before we go to lunch? He’s the one I said might be able to help you with your nonprofit projects.”
“I’d love to. Just tell me where the bathrooms are, so I can clean up a little better?”
“I’ll come with.”
Five minutes later, we walk into Sam’s office together, both more presentable.
I rub my hand over my face and try to hide my grin. “Um, Sam? This is my boyfriend, Rowan.”
Sam sticks out his hand, and Rowan shakes it. I’m grateful we washed up, because otherwise that would be really gross. Rowan’s lips are still swollen, although if you didn’t know him, I’m not sure it would be noticeable. And I wasn’t able to get my hair entirely back under control, but it’s usually mussed by the end of the day anyway from me pulling it in frustration.
“Nice to meet you,” Sam says.
Rowan gives him an innocent smile, one I’ve never seen on him. It almost fools me.
Almost.
“Same.” He lets go of Sam’s hand and tilts his head. “Charlie says you do nonprofit organization?”
“I do.” Sam smiles. “I love doing that kind of work.”
“Transactional attorneys are happier than litigators like me,” I grumble.
Sam pats me on the back. “Charlie’s our resident grump. Though he has a heart of gold. ”
“I know,” Rowan says, and this smile is genuine. “So I had this idea,” he begins. “I want to start a few nonprofits with some funds I’m going to be getting. And then I want to do this other thing. This is all confidential, right?”
“Right. There’s attorney-client privilege.”
“Then can you help me start up the A-Team?”
“I’m not sure what that is, but it sounds interesting.” Sam grins.