7. Ryann
Ryann
T he goddamn boy is trying to kill me.
Shifting in my seat, I try to stay present as one of our analysts discusses quarterly budgets, but one—it’s fucking boring.
Two—this meeting isn’t supposed to be for me, but a certain PA put it on my schedule.
And three—said PA is killing me.
Three weeks. Three fucking weeks now, and Shilo’s been a thorn in my side. If he’s not purposefully messing shit up just to fuck with me, he’s keeping me distracted by putting things in between those soft lips. Pens, paperclips, his thumbnail. He seems to need his mouth filled constantly for someone who doesn’t eat much, and it’s driving me insane.
“Shilo!” I bark, realizing that I’m thankfully on mute. “Cut it out, or I’ll give you something else to suck on.”
Shilo jumps in the chair across from my desk, blue eyes widening as he gapes at me. “W-what?”
His bottom lip is shiny from spit, and I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to wipe it off with my cock. Jesus Christ, I’m hard.
“Take the thumb out of your mouth.”
He squints incredulously but obeys, a flush turning his cheeks pink as he drops his gaze and focuses on his notes, hiding behind purple waves. That bothers me just as much as the thumb chewing, only in a different way.
“What are your thoughts on that, Ryann?” The analyst asks, and I focus back on my screen with a frown. Fuck if I heard anything he just said.
Unmuting myself, I clear my throat. “I’ll have my PA make a note for Declan, and he’ll send a follow-up email when we’ve discussed everything.”
Did that sound professional? God, I hope so because Shilo now has a pen in his mouth, and I’m about ready to lose my mind. It’s been so long since I’ve fucked, my balls are aching.
The analyst, whose name I cannot be assed to remember, nods before moving on to his next topic. “Now, about last quarter’s profit margins. I think we have some areas for improvement.”
Kill me now.
As he launches into numbers, I try with all my strength to pay attention, but once again, my gaze slides over to Shilo and that damn pen. The way his lips mold around it like two soft pillows, warm and inviting, with just the right amount of suction—
Fuck.
“Shilo, come here,” I command, rolling my chair back as I spread my legs.
His head snaps up, eyes flashing as the pen leaves his mouth. “Why?”
Suspicion layers his tone, and I give him a stern look. “Because I said so.”
Scoffing, the brat scoots his chair farther away from my desk before crossing his arms. “That’s not a good enough reason.”
We stare each other down for a long moment, listening to the conference call. Thankfully, this analyst is a yapper. When Shilo doesn’t move an inch, I point at the space between my knees. “I want you to sit right here, silently, while you take notes. Is that reason enough for you?”
The delicate column of his throat flexes with a swallow, and he tilts his head, interest sparking in those baby blues. Sliding cautiously off his chair, the flush spreads to his neck when he crawls over to me, avoiding the camera. He stops too far away, however, so I crook my finger for him to move closer. After a brief moment of hesitation, he finally settles in between my legs.
“Now, was that so hard?” Flicking my gaze up to the screen, I focus on the boy kneeling at my feet. The sight of him looking up at me curiously has my length twitching, and it damn near waves when he drops his gaze down to it.
Fuck, has he ever sucked cock before?
No. No, I will not think about an employee in that manner.
Even one who’s partially had my dick in his ass.
Christ.
“Do you want to tell me why you keep chewing on things?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the analyst and nodding like I know what the hell he’s talking about.
Shilo shrugs, shoulders warming the sides of my thighs. “Helps me concentrate, I guess.”
“Hmm.” Drumming my fingers on the desk, I consider the appropriateness of my next move for all of five seconds before deciding to hell with it. He’s already on his knees for me. “Open your mouth, doll.”
His pupils blow wide, jaw dropping in confusion, and I cup his cheek before sliding my thumb onto his tongue. “There. Now we both can concentrate.”
Not fucking likely.
Automatically, his lips close around me, just like they did that first morning in the conference room. He sucks gently, testing out the feeling, and I bite back a groan at how velvety soft his mouth is. So fucking perfect.
We sit like that for a while, Shilo suckling my thumb and taking notes as I answer more questions. It’s hard to think, slightly stuttering over myself, my cock so hard that I palm it over my pants for some relief.
A whimper draws my attention. Glancing down, I find the little doll eyeing my bulge hungrily, his hips moving as he rubs himself. I click my tongue, kicking away his hand to press my foot into his crotch.
“Now, now, none of that.”
“P-please,” he whispers around my thumb, humping the sole of my shoe, “I really...please, Mr. Callahan.”
A flair of annoyance has me lifting my foot away and removing myself from his mouth. “What did I tell you?”
Shilo huffs angrily, honestly adorable as he chases my thumb with his tongue like he can’t bear to part with it. “ Ryann . Okay?”
“Mm, better.” Placing my shoe back on his hard length, I withhold my thumb as I speak with the analyst for a few painful moments. He writhes against me the entire time, and when I put myself back on mute, I find his attention once again on my obvious erection.
“My thumb isn’t quite doing the job, is it, baby?” I murmur, my hand moving toward my belt. “I think you need something a little more filling.”
“Y-yeah,” he nods eagerly, his hot tongue poking out, and I finally let out a groan when I undo my buckle.
This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong.
God, I’m going to hell.
His eyes widen to saucers when I pull out my cock, already sticky from edging myself for the past half hour. Giving it a few lazy strokes before aiming it at his mouth, I gently hold him still when he dives for it.
“No sucking. No licking. Just let it rest on your tongue, understand?”
He nods, purple strands falling over his brow, and I slowly ease my cock between his lips. His lashes flutter, lids falling shut, the urge to thrust down his throat so strong that I grip the edge of my desk until the wood cracks.
“Take your notes,” I grit out through clenched teeth, immediately regretting this idea but so far lost to the pleasure that I can’t back out now. He feels absolutely divine.
A content sigh leaves his nostrils as he rests his cheek on my thigh, using the other one for his notebook while moving under my shoe. He does what he’s told, warming my cock without sucking, only swallowing when the saliva gathers in his mouth. Every instinct screams at me to snap my hips forward and take what I want, but I force myself to remain still. This is for Shilo, not me. To help him concentrate.
What a bunch of bullshit.
“So, that about sums it up,” the man on my screen smiles, utterly oblivious to the fact that I’m defiling one of my employees before his eyes. “Is there anything else we haven’t covered, or do you have any questions?”
As soon as I open my mouth to answer, Shilo shudders against me, letting out a filthy whine as his cock pulses against my shoe. The fact that he’s coming has me seconds away from spilling my own release, so I pull out of his mouth before I choke him with a throat full of cum.
“Uh.” Clearing my throat, I gaze at the screen, gripping myself tightly to stave off the orgasm. “No, I think we’re all set. I’ll have my PA,” — who’s currently falling asleep as we speak — “upload those notes as soon as possible. Thank you.”
Once the Zoom call ends, I slump back in my seat, chest heaving while I take a minute to collect myself.
Fuck, what the hell did I just do? Have I gone insane? Am I really that desperate to get my dick sucked that I resort to this?
Soft snoring reaches my ears, and I tuck myself away, jostling Shilo awake. He leans back on his knees, wiping drool from his lips as he blinks at me, and we both glance down at his crotch simultaneously—where a large wet spot has started to form.
He squeaks in embarrassment, slapping his hands over himself before jumping to his feet.
“I...I need to go home,” he stammers, spinning to hightail it out of my office, and concern has me launching after him.
“Shilo, wait, it’s alright—“
“See you tomorrow, Mr. Callahan!”
My office door slams shut behind him, leaving me in deafening silence. The reality of what just happened hits me like a fucking Mack truck, and I lean against my desk for support.
I just made an employee warm my cock while on a conference call. An employee sixteen years younger than me. And the door was wide open.
Scrubbing a shaking hand down my face, I slowly sit in my chair. One word from Shilo, and I’d be fired on the spot. Ronin would probably do it himself—the fact that I’m his son holds no consequence. That actually makes it worse.
Jesus Christ, what have I done?