Chapter 14 #2
Lucas smirked up at him, then gripped the base of his dick and fit the tip just past his teeth.
He curled his lips to block the sharpness of it, and it was then Frankie realized he’d definitely done some research.
It had to be more than porn because Lucas couldn’t watch it on porn.
He’d learned from words on a page. He could picture Lucas, fingers flying over braille lines of deep, graphic descriptions on how to suck cock.
His own thickened and pulsed, and he felt Lucas swallow as he took him down another inch. Then his throat spasmed, and Frankie gently touched his cheek.
“Easy. You don’t need to take it all in.
Just like this, okay?” he said. He guided Lucas’s hand back to his shaft and curled his fingers around it.
“Move your hand with your mouth.” Lucas did, a perfect rhythm, and Frankie knew he was close to losing it right there.
“So perfect. My perfect, gorgeous princess.”
Lucas hummed deep in the back of his throat and began to suck harder.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck. I am so close. I am—”
“Knock knock!”
The entire room froze, almost like someone hit a pause button. Then Frankie shoved himself forward, sending Lucas backward a few more inches under the desk. He could feel Lucas’s drool pooling around him as the door opened all the way and Sam walked in.
Sam was the man who had trained him—fresh-faced and barely thirty when Frankie had first started at the department. There was more life in him now. A marriage, two kids, and a divorce. But he was kind, if not a bit nosy.
“Hey,” Frankie said. His hand moved under the desk and curled around Lucas’s throat, holding him tight. He begged wordlessly for him to do nothing.
Lucas swallowed, and Frankie almost lost it right there.
“How are you?” he rasped.
Sam took a step back toward the door. “Oh man. Are you coming down with something?”
Frankie waved him off as he swallowed down another moan. Lucas sucked again. Hard. He choked, which he turned into a cough. “I think I might be.”
Sam grimaced. “You shouldn’t come into work sick.”
“I wasn’t feeling it until right now. You know how it is with small kids.
” Making his lips and tongue form coherent words right then was the most complicated thing he’d ever done.
He squeezed Lucas’s throat a little harder, and he felt Lucas’s lips stretch into a grin. “Can I help you with something?”
“Actually,” Sam said, taking another step back out the door, “why don’t you go home. I—”
Lucas sucked again, and Frankie couldn’t stop his moan. He bowed his head forward and pressed two fingers to his temple. “Sorry, sorry. I think I’m also getting a migraine.”
“That sounds like a flu,” Sam told him. “I’m gonna close your door. Try not to breathe in the hall before you leave. I’ll have Selina reschedule your appointments.”
“Thanks,” Frankie called. “I promise I’ll be in as soon as I can.” The door shut with a firm click, and Frankie rolled back slightly, staring down at Lucas with a glare he realized was totally pointless. So instead, he squeezed his throat again. “Very cute, princess.”
Lucas didn’t pull off Frankie’s cock. He just smiled around it, and then his eyelids drifted shut, and he took him down as far as he could, making up the rest of the room with a tight grip of his fingers.
He picked up speed after that, slurping the head, swirling his tongue around before dipping into the slit, then taking him in a lush swallow.
Frankie’s thighs began to shake, and his balls felt suddenly tight and heavy at the same time. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. I’m…I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to swallow it—”
Lucas hummed and began to jerk him harder with his hand, his lips fitting around the head and suckling there until Frankie lost it. He took in a single inhale, and then as he released his breath, he came all over Lucas’s tongue.
Some of it dribbled along the corners of his lips as he swallowed heavily, and when he pulled back, he was a mess. His lips were shiny and swollen, cheeks pink, and his free hand was rubbing at his crotch, which was tented with his erection.
“Christ,” Frankie rasped.
Lucas swiped his hand over his mouth, then on the side of his jeans as he crawled forward, feeling with his free hand until his head wasn’t at risk of knocking against the desk. He sat up taller and set his palms on Frankie’s thighs before creeping them upward.
His fingers were careful with Frankie’s now soft, sensitive dick. He traced the shape of it, felt the weight against his palm, his thumb pressing against his slit, which was tucked inside his foreskin.
“Not cut,” Lucas murmured.
Frankie shook his head and hummed. “No.” He was grateful to his mother for that one thing.
“It’s not like mine,” Lucas said as he carefully tucked Frankie back into his boxers, then did up his zipper and button. He licked his lips, tongue lingering in the corners of his mouth. “Did I make a mess?”
“Yes,” Frankie said. He leaned forward and licked a smudge of come from the edge of his jaw before pushing his tongue into Lucas’s mouth and taking a heavy, deep, slow kiss. “You made a beautiful mess of yourself, princess. And I want to take you home and mess you up a little more.”
Lucas pulled back with a smirk. “Well, you can. Your boss just said so.”
Frankie blinked, then burst into laughter and yanked Lucas into his lap, kissing him again, then again, and then one more time. “I like you. This was the best afternoon in my office I’ve ever had.”
“And corporate-approved hooky.”
“If only they knew,” Frankie murmured. He tasted the sweat on Lucas’s neck before easing him off his lap. “Why don’t I give you a ride home.”
Lucas smiled. “Only if you’re going my way.”
Standing, Frankie put his hands on Lucas’s hips and pulled him in close. “I will be going your way as long as you want me to.”
Lucas’s mouth did something complicated—an expression Frankie had seen before but couldn’t read yet. Then his lips softened, and he nodded. “Can I be your passenger princess?”
Frankie laughed and kissed him one last time for good measure. “The spot is yours.”
“For now?”
For good, Frankie thought to himself, but he decided in that moment, for the sake of them both, it was better that he not say the words.