Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Maverick could barely hear his assistant over the white noise in his head. He was so close to raging that he didn’t trust himself to speak. And Isaac’s magic challenging his wasn’t helping. His hand tightened around the glass in his hand to where, if he’d been thinking properly, he might’ve worried about it shattering. Isaac needed to leave before he got hurt again.
“Get out.”
“No,” Isaac replied stubbornly. “Not while you’re acting this way. It’s my job as your assistant to support you. Are you going to tell me what happened or not?”
His lip lifted into a snarl. That was the only answer he was going to get. He was too pissed off to chat about it.
Isaac rolled his eyes and Maverick growled out another warning. A momentary thought of spanking the sass out of his assistant crossed his mind, but it was immediately drowned out by the fury. He didn’t trust himself to touch Isaac right now. Even if the mage’s presence seemed to settle his dragon a little.
Stubborn determination crossed Isaac’s face before he marched toward the door. Maverick thought he would leave like he’d asked, but Isaac only locked the door before turning back to face him. He strode around the desk, pushed Maverick’s chair around, and dropped to his knees. Maverick’s body went on high alert, and some of the white noise died off as he focused on the man in front of him.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you. I’m distracting you. Now shut up.”
Maverick hardened in his slacks even while he shook his head. “You aren’t a toy to be used to settle me. Go home, Isaac. I’m not fit for company today.”
Isaac smirked, a wicked smile that sent a shiver down Maverick’s spine. “Don’t worry. We’ll both be getting off. I’m not that selfless.”
His fingers immediately went to Maverick’s belt, unhooking it and letting it sag to either side. Maverick knew he should protest, he wasn’t the type to hook up in the office, but as Isaac drew down his fly, Maverick admitted he needed this. He needed the distraction. And if Isaac was willing to give it to him, it would be stupid to say no.
Setting his drink on the desk, he sucked in a breath when Isaac reached into his briefs, pulling out his erection. He was already hard as granite, just from the image of Isaac on his knees. Seeing such a strong and stubborn man on his knees, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he stared hungrily at Maverick’s cock, brought back that feral feeling. He growled low and Isaac’s gaze lifted, his pupils blown until the green in his eyes was almost gone.
Without breaking eye contact, Isaac lowered his head and swirled his tongue around the head of Maverick’s cock. His growl grew louder, rumbling through the room. It didn’t intimidate Isaac in the slightest. He continued his teasing, giving little licks to the shaft and down to Maverick’s balls. And Maverick let him. Because even though Isaac wasn’t sucking him down like Maverick wanted, he was doing a fine job of distracting him. Maverick slouched in his chair, spreading his legs a little more to give Isaac more room. He ran his fingers through that ridiculous pink hair, admiring just how silky it felt to touch. His breathing picked up, pleasure sparking through him like a live wire with every lick. He grunted and shifted restlessly, but Isaac wasn’t in any hurry, and seemed content to tease.
“Isaac,” he growled.
Isaac lifted his head, batting his eyelashes innocently. Taron couldn’t pull it off as well as Isaac could.
“Yes?”
“If you don’t stop tormenting me, you’ll regret it when it’s your turn.”
Isaac chuckled, the sound soothing Maverick a little more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He said that, but when he lowered his head again, he still didn’t pull Maverick into his mouth. Instead, he ran his teeth gently along his length, drawing a quiet groan from him. Unlike Ozen’s office, Maverick’s wasn’t soundproof. If someone was in the office, they’d hear something unless they were careful.
Maverick’s fingers tightened in Isaac’s hair, urging the mage where he wanted him. A flash of a smirk crossed Isaac’s face before he gave in and wrapped his lips around the head of Maverick’s cock. Maverick groaned again, lifting his hips and pushing Isaac’s head down using the grip on his hair. Isaac went without complaint, sucking down as much of Maverick’s cock as he could tolerate. When he gagged and the wet heat constricted around his cock, Maverick gasped and had to fight the urge to do it again.
Maverick took in the way Isaac’s lips stretched around his length, the blush on his cheeks as he worked him over. He saw the mage cupping his own erection, rubbing himself through his slacks. Isaac was enjoying this, which only turned Maverick on more. Still, he couldn’t help but get a little payback.
“Don’t touch that. The only one in this room getting you off will be me.”
He’d expected an argument, Isaac was surprisingly combative if he didn’t agree with what Maverick was saying, but instead Isaac let out a groan and sucked harder, making Maverick’s hips lift off the chair to chase the vibration. The mage had a talented mouth, and he could feel his release barreling toward him.
Grunting and gasping with every bob of Isaac’s head, Maverick held on to his control by a thread. He wanted to take charge, to fuck the mage’s mouth until he came, but he couldn’t be that rough. At least not without permission.
Isaac pulled off with a gasp, running his tongue along his knot just to torture him before glaring up at him. “You’re holding back. I’m not fragile, Maverick.”
He didn’t think Isaac was fragile. In the two weeks that they’d worked together, Isaac had shown just how strong he was. He took shit from no one and faced down Maverick’s foul moods without flinching. He barely batted an eye anymore when Maverick lost control and smoke filled the room. Just snapped his fingers and banished the smoke without looking up from his work. He still wanted to know what gave the mage so much confidence, but he never thought he was fragile. And he had no problem proving it.
Hauling Isaac closer by his hair, he waited until the mage’s lips were wrapped around his cock before taking control. Isaac rested his palms on Maverick’s thighs, giving Maverick permission to do as he wished. It set him off, and Maverick went a little wild, sliding farther and farther down the mage’s throat with every thrust. He could see the tears in Isaac’s eyes, but he never stopped him. He looked determined, relaxing his throat to take even more.
Maverick’s breathing stalled as pleasure coursed through him. He jerked and grunted, a tingle starting at the base of his spine, warning him that he was close to the edge. Maverick was going to pull Isaac away, they never discussed swallowing before they started, but Isaac wouldn’t let him. He sucked harder, drawing a shout from Maverick’s lips before his release slammed into him. Isaac sucked him through it, drinking down every drop, until Maverick couldn’t take the stimulation any longer. He released the mage, slumping back in his seat, his breathing unsteady and his muscles weak. He’d never had head that good in his life.
Isaac wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, a smug look on his face. He’d earned it, so Maverick didn’t comment, urging the mage to his feet.
“On the desk.”
He was too lazy to get on his knees, and having Isaac spread out on his desk while Maverick sucked him off was the stuff of fantasies. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud.
Isaac bit his swollen bottom lip, pushing to his feet, and unbuttoned his slacks eagerly. His briefs came next, and Maverick felt his mouth water at the sight. He’d been in too much of a hurry last time to truly look, so he took his time now to admire the mage. His cock was smaller than Maverick’s, though not overly so. He was well endowed, his cock leaking, and a swollen, angry red showing just how close Isaac was. This wouldn’t last long. Maverick felt smug about that, and eager to get started. He helped Isaac onto his desk by his hips, drawing his chair closer and getting comfortable. Isaac chuckled.
“You look like a king getting ready to enjoy his feast.”
Maverick winked at him, running his hands up Isaac’s thighs. “I am.”
His response made Isaac scoff and roll his eyes. “Oh goddess, you aren’t serious–”
Maverick cut him off by swallowing him whole, fitting the entire length of his cock into his mouth. Isaac cried out, his hands flying to Maverick’s hair. Unlike Isaac, who liked teasing a little, Maverick seemed focused on making him come as fast as possible. He sucked hard enough to have Isaac’s eyes rolling into his head, keeping Isaac’s hips pinned to the desk so he couldn’t thrust. Isaac writhed wildly, panting and groaning, his toes curled in his shoes. It looked like this was going to be embarrassingly fast, but before he could fall over the edge, Maverick pulled off him. Isaac protested with a whine, but Maverick shook his head.
“Keep making noises like that and someone is bound to hear. No one should be hearing the noises you make but me.”
It was surprisingly possessive, but Isaac liked it. He bit down on his lip to stifle himself, whimpering when Maverick sucked him back down. Maverick was right that they could end up being overheard if they weren’t careful, but it was hard to care when Maverick was sucking his soul out through his cock. The closer he got, the harder it was to hold back his noises. Eventually, one of Maverick’s hands released his hip to come up to cover his mouth. That was probably a smart idea, because Isaac knew when he came, he wasn’t going to be able to help himself.
It was when Maverick took Isaac’s cock to the back of his throat and swallowed that Isaac lost control. He moaned against Maverick’s palm, his hips twitching as Maverick sucked every last drop from him. It was so intense, he actually flopped backwards on the desk when Maverick released him, nearly knocking the glass of brandy off the surface, too weak to stay upright.
“Holy fucking goddess,” Isaac breathed.
Maverick made a rumbling sound. It wasn’t an irritated growl like before. It sounded more amused, and when Isaac lifted his head to look at him, there was actually a smile pulling at his lips. Isaac’s stomach flipped. None of the pictures he saw online ever showed the dragon smiling, and he hadn’t once since they met. It turned his already handsome features into something only gods of myth could accomplish. If the man actually smiled for real, Isaac would be worried about a stampede as the entire city clamored to get his attention. Jealousy swelled in his gut, but he shoved it back down. He didn’t have any right to be jealous. They weren’t in a relationship. They hooked up a few times. It was a way to work off tension. That’s it.