Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KAI
He tastes like that sickly sweet coffee he loves, that purple shit that’s always sitting on top. I want to taste all of him, though.
Neither one of us are super good with words, it seems, but when we let our bodies do the talking? Well, that’s when the magic happens.
He’s already seated as soon as I pull away from those perfecting fucking lips, and I fall to my knees. This isn’t the position either one of us is used to—he’s been on his knees for me, and, well, I’ve been on my knees for no one.
I’ve never been interested, never had the forethought to bring this kind of pleasure to someone, but it’s different with him. I want the new. I want to taste him.
He hits the back of the chair, immediately breathing heavier as his eyes track my every movement. I’m desperate for him, my mouth watering and my heart racing. This isn’t something we can necessarily draw out, knowing people will start showing up to the office anytime now.
I tell him as much as I work the button of his pants, pulling them down while he lifts his hips for me, his shirt bunching higher around his waist so it doesn’t get in the way.
He has an impressive girth, although not super long, more towards the average size. It curves slightly to the left and in the middle to make it more banana shaped. He’s cut, the purple, mushroom-shaped head visible, precum dripping from it.
I take him in my hand, relishing how hard he is but also how smooth the skin is. He’s fucking perfect.
I stroke him a couple of times, letting the liquid bead at the tip before I lick my way from bottom to top. When I finally get to his head, I take him in my mouth, my tongue lavishing over the salty pearl of precum before taking him as deep as I possibly can.
I don’t get very far, maybe half way, before I gag and have to come up for air. Not letting it stop me, though, I keep my eyes on his and try to relax my jaw as much as possible as I go back down as far as I can.
Continuing this motion, I give up on trying to actually deepthroat him, instead using my hand in sync with my mouth. Both motions have Jax bucking into me, hissing and grappling with the arms of the chair.
“Fuck,” he groans loudly.
I smile as I come up again, my tongue darting out to taste him. “You better be quiet before you get us caught.”
My head bobs faster, my free hand coming up to cup his balls before resting against that hole I want to fuck so badly.
I apply light pressure, enough to give the illusion of breaching, but I’m not going to actually with no lubrication.
Another moan leaves those lips I’ve come to love, and I smile while I continue my mission.
“I’m gonna come,” he mewls.
Both our movements halt, though, when extra light starts shining into my office. I dart my head out to the side quickly to see where it’s coming from, only to see that the main reception area overheads are now turned on.
“Fuck, someone is here.”
“Shit, Kai.” Jax reaches towards his pants, but I’m not having it. I’ve barely gotten the sampler platter. I want to taste it all. “Kai, we’re going to get caught.”
“Then you better fucking come,” I growl between my movements.
He shifts, eyes closing and head leaning back, as if all his concentration is going towards this and this alone.
“Fuck, Kai.” His words are barely above a whisper, meant for my ears only, and it spurs me on more.
I move quicker, trying to savor it all but also not have someone walk in on the CEO giving his boyfriend a blowie before work.
No. Not boyfriend. We haven’t even discussed that. I just announced everything I was feeling. Definitely not a boyfriend. Personal assistant.
“Oh, Mr. Williams. I’m gonna come in your mouth.” His hips buck up to meet my mouth as I growl. Those words shouldn’t hold as much power as they do. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
I slow just a little, allowing his cock to rest on my tongue and keeping my movements more shallow as his release floods my mouth.
The moan that leaves me is involuntary, the musky-salty taste of him coating my tongue, I wasn’t sure how I would feel about the taste, but I want more. I want every last fucking drop because it’s his and only his.
I continue bobbing, milking everything I can from his cock even as he starts twitching and jerking to get away from my touch. Nothing should be wasted, though—at least, that’s how it is in my mind.
As soon as I’m sure I got it all, I let him go, his cock softening as it rests against the hard-toned muscles of his abdomen.
“Well good morning to you too, boss.”
Using my thumb, I wipe along my bottom lip before sucking the digit into my mouth and standing. Jax starts to fix his pants before also standing and tucking his shirt back in.
I grip him around the back of the neck and pull him close, sealing our mouths so he can taste himself on my tongue. I’m not sure anything can beat this moment, even when Jax pulls away and puts distance between us.
Not even when he grabs his coffee before pulling out his phone and checking it.
But the bubble is definitely burst when he chokes on the liquid and goes wide eyed before looking back at me.
“Uh—Kai? The meeting started ten minutes ago.”
“Fuck!”