Chapter 6
Daniel
The smile that Reed gave me before his hands slipped down to my waist and under my shirt was downright sinful.
Hard, calloused hands mapped my skin. I slammed a fist into my mouth to stifle my moan.
Reed’s erection strained through his jeans and rubbed against my own raging hard-on.
God, I had missed this. My body remembered his.
The way we fit. He leaned down, waited for me to remove my fist from my mouth, and kissed me again.
I don’t know how long we kissed while the men hung their jackets, mittens, and hats.
I lost all sense of time and place as he took and took, but eventually, when they left, we were both gasping for air.
I swallowed hard at the sight of his kiss-swollen mouth, his lips glistening, and his deep blue eyes filled with lust.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so alive.
“You love it, don’t you, my rule-following Daniel?” Reed breathed, his body giving off a scorching heat. He put his lips to my neck, kissing and licking. “You love breaking rules, and it makes you hard.”
I was helpless against the truth that he somehow understood and no one else did.
“Not all rules,” I panted.
Deep laughter rumbled through his chest, and his breath puffed against my heated skin. Without any warning, Reed dropped to his knees in front of me. I stared down, wide-eyed.
He grasped my waist with two big hands and rubbed his face against my erection.
I groaned and almost came right there. It had been a long, very long dry spell, and this man, right here, was sex on legs.
Seeing him kneeling in front of me, his wide, broad shoulders stretching his shirt tight, and his absolute focus on me was the most potent drug ever.
A wet spot appeared in the fabric of my pants as he kept nosing and mouthing my erection through layers of clothing.
His desperation to get at my cock, acting like some animal in heat, went right to my balls.
My hips jerked, and my head fell back with a thud.
At some point, my hands had landed on his massive shoulders.
I felt fingers dig into the waistband of my trousers and halt.
He was waiting. I opened my eyes and looked down into his heated gaze.
We were in public. There wasn’t even a door or anything.
We could be walked in on at any time. It was insane, and yet…
it made me even more turned on. I licked my lips and nodded once.
Reed closed his eyes and moaned as if I had given him the most erotic gift. Maybe I had. He pulled my trousers and boxers down in one single move, and then my cock sprang free. It bobbed in front of his face, the head flushed a deep purple.
“Dreamt about you every night.” Reed tore his gaze from my dripping cock and looked up at me. “Did you think of me, Daniel? Did you miss me?”
“You don’t know how much,” I replied.
“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”
I shook my head. “No, I… I thought I didn’t have the right.”
He closed his eyes and kissed the tip. “Don’t doubt that.” He opened his eyes and locked his gaze with mine. “Ever again.”
I bit my lip and nodded, unable to form coherent sentences. His words made my entire body seize up, and without meaning to, my hips jerked forward. Hard. The wet head of my cock brushed against his mouth as if it were begging for entrance.
Embarrassment and need rolled over me in waves.
“So desperate?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Do it again.” His voice had an edge of command to it. My toes curled in my shoes.
I moved my hips and painted his lips in a slow stroke, watching my pre-cum stain his skin. My breaths came out shallow and rapid. My knees felt weak, and I felt like I was floating in something thick, out of touch with my surroundings. My balls felt so heavy that they ached.
The shrill beep of my pager from my trouser pocket jolted me back from my haze. I fumbled, managed to get it out, and pressed the silence button repeatedly. “We… ahhh… we… need to go.”
“Not letting anyone see you like this,” Reed growled.
“But—”
Reed went into some kind of frenzy. His mouth was everywhere. He licked along my rock-hard shaft, dropping kisses everywhere, and buried his face deep against my balls.
A door opened somewhere in the building, and the hum of several conversations floated down the corridors.
Reed redoubled his efforts, and I couldn’t have stopped even if I tried.
When his tongue swept over my slit, I saw stars.
My balls pulled up, and then I was coming hard in his mouth.
I held on to him for dear life as four years of pent-up longing and frustration poured out of me in the longest orgasm of my life.
When I finally came back to Earth, I was surprised to find him standing, my trousers pulled up, and him grinning down at me with an expression of pure pride. A small drop of cum was on his chin. I licked it clean and then pushed at his broad chest.
“Sorry, I’ll take care of you soon,” I mumbled, gesturing at the very visible tent in his jeans. “Not right now, though. I don’t want the Chief to come looking for us.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” He winked.