Chapter 24 – Mason #2
When he takes me into his mouth a few seconds later, fireworks explode inside my brain, synapses misfiring left and right as he takes me to the back of his throat.
When I’m sure I haven’t passed out and woken up in an alternate reality, I look down at him.
The sight unravels me—King Blackthorn on his knees with my cock stuffed in his mouth, making soft humming noises while he sucks me off.
I almost blow my load right here and now.
The fact that my secretary is right outside the door, that Elijah could possibly burst in here at any second, makes it hotter. Not that I want either of them to see or hear, but the fact they might adds to the thrill of it all.
When I think it can’t get any hotter or the sound of King greedily sucking on my cock couldn’t get any filthier, he slides a finger into my ass, and I have to shove my fist into my mouth to stop myself from roaring his name.
He works his finger inside me while his tongue flicks over my crown, and the fireworks are back, more colorful and explosive than before. Electric pleasure races through my veins.
“Gonna come.” Shuddering, I empty my release into his willing mouth. He holds my gaze and swallows it all.
My legs are trembling when he slips my dick from between his lips, and I lean back against my desk for support. He wipes his mouth and stands, eyeing the desk behind me with wicked intent in his eyes.
I shake my head. “No. Not on my desk.”
He steps forward, bringing our bodies flush. “Yeah, your desk. Every time you sit there, I want you to remember how well I’m about to fuck you on it.”
Before I know it, I’m telling him there’s condoms and lube in my gym bag and leaning over my own fucking desk for him.
He pulls off my jacket and quickly works my pants down.
His powerful hand between my shoulder blades keeps me pressed to the wood while he preps me.
I groan his name, and he showers me with praise.
He slides inside me, thick and hard, and I have to bite my forearm to stop myself from roaring his name loud enough to be heard all over the building.
It shouldn’t feel this good to be used by him.
My entire body comes alive, singing with pleasure as he drives into me, whispering filthy promises in my ear.
When he gets close to the edge, he wedges his hand between me and the desk and grips my hard length.
“Hard for me again, baby. So eager to come again, my little fuck toy.”
“Please, King.”
“I got you, baby boy.” He jerks my cock and drives into me until we both fall over the edge one after the other, and I am once again covered in my own cum.
I pant, totally boneless and breathless, King still leaning over me, his hot mouth at my ear. “You’re such a good fuck, Mase.”
Reality comes crashing back down. A good fuck—that’s all I ever was to him.
All I will ever be. And while that never bothered me with any other guy I’ve been with, it does with him.
This isn’t only about sex with us, and it never can be.
As fun as it is, and as incredible as he makes me feel, this has to stop.
Because I’m already catching feelings for him.
Or maybe I never let them go to begin with.
I nudge him away and stand. “I have a meeting I need to get cleaned up for.”
“What? Oh. Uh, okay.” He runs a hand over his buzz cut and blinks, confused. If I didn’t know him better, I’d say he looks a little hurt, but I do know him. All too well.
He removes the condom. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah.” I avoid his gaze while I fasten up my pants. I don’t have a meeting, and the sneaky little fuck has access to my calendar. But I’m the chief operating officer. I can have meetings that come out of nowhere and aren’t on my schedule.
After the water shuts off, he emerges a few moments later, looking far too handsome for his own good. “Maybe we can go over that stuff tomorrow, then?”
I nod, distracted. “Yeah.”
“Everything okay?”
I should say everything is fine and let him leave, but I am clearly a masochist. “No. It’s not. You can’t keep fucking doing this.”
His brow furrows. “I can’t keep doing what, Mason? Because if you’re referring to what just happened, you were a very willing participant.”
“I was. I know that we can’t keep doing this, but also you—yeah, you. You come in here and you …” I stop talking. He what? He dominates me? He leaves me covered in my own cum? Fuck, I sound like an idiot. “You make me feel like that stupid sixteen-year-old kid again.”
His frown deepens. “What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t like him, King. I did everything in my power to stop being that guy. That needy little fuckboy who craved your attention.”
Hurt flashes over his face. “You were never that to me. You were—”
“Stop!” I cut him off. “It can’t happen again. At least not like this.”
“What do you mean not like this?” His pleading tone sparks something in me, reminding me I’m not that needy teenage boy desperate for his affection. I’m Mason fucking James.
I move forward until we’re inches apart and I’m looking him in the eye. “If we do this in the future, it will be me fucking you. That is the only way this happens again.”
His lip curls. “Then it will never happen. You know I don’t do that.”
I do know that, and it stings like a motherfucker. If I can be that for him, why can’t he do the same for me? I won’t let him see how much it hurts me though. “Then I guess this is it,” I say, shrugging.
He growls, opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, then stalks out of my office, slamming the door behind him on the way out. When he’s gone, I sink into my chair and let out a long, slow breath. Looks like that’s the end of me and King Blackthorn. Again.
It hurts, but not as much as last time. I’m tougher now. Stronger in every way. I keep telling myself that while I go through the applications for our new vice president of marketing role. Combing through the sea of willing and eager young potential employees is as good a distraction as any.