Lucas #3
I didn’t let him finish. I kissed him deeper, my tongue sweeping into his mouth, tangling with his in a wet, messy rhythm.
His taste was intoxicating, the heat of him overwhelming, and I found myself drowning in it, in him.
I dug my nails into the soft fabric of his shirt, mapping the ridges of his spine and the flex of his muscles beneath my touch.
He was so solid, so real, as his hips jerked, his cock now fully hard, the thick length of it pressing to my own.
My mouth watered. I wanted to drop to my knees right there in the office, wanted to tear open his fly and take him deep, wanted to feel him throb on my tongue, hear the sounds he’d make when I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed around him.
But he didn’t give me the chance.
His hand tightened in my hair, yanking my head back enough to break the kiss. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and wild.
“We can’t—” he started, his voice rough, his grip on me not loosening, not letting go. “Not here.”
He wasn’t saying no, and I laughed, breathless and raw, my lips swollen from his kiss. “Lock the door?”
“The noise.”
“We’ll be quiet.”
His gaze flicked toward the door as he flicked the lock, then back to me, something feral flashing in his eyes as his body caged mine.
His mouth crashed into mine again, his kiss just as desperate and just as hungry.
I found his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle, my need overriding any sense of caution.
I needed to taste him.
“Lucas—” he groaned, his hips bucking into my touch as I got his belt undone, his fly open.
His cock sprang free, and I didn’t hesitate.
I used his leg to support my weight as I went to my knees in front of him, the floor biting into my skin, but I didn’t care about that or pain.
All that mattered was that I loved doing this and hearing the way his breath hitched as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, my thumb smearing the wetness over his crown.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair again, his grip almost painful. “Your mouth—”
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze as I leaned in, my breath ghosting over his tip. “You have to be quiet.” I smirked.
I took him in one deep swallow, my lips sealing around the base of his cock, my throat opening for him.
He groaned, the sound guttural, jerking forward as I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue working the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.
The taste of him exploded on my tongue, and I moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch.
“Shit—Lucas—” His grip guided me as I pulled back, my lips dragging along his length before I took him deep again. His thighs trembled, the muscles straining beneath my hands as I urged him to fuck my face. “Gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—”
I didn’t let up.
I took him deeper, my nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base of his cock, my throat fluttering around his tip. His breath came in ragged gasps, his control fraying. I could feel it—the way his body tensed, the way his cock swelled, the way his grip on my hair bordered on pain.
“Come on,” I murmured, pulling back enough to speak, my lips still wrapped around his crown. “Give it to me. Want to taste you.”
That was all it took.
His hips snapped forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat as he came with a broken cry, his release spilling down my throat in thick, hot pulses.
I swallowed around him, my cock aching, leaking in my pants, but I didn’t care.
All that mattered was the way he groaned, and his breath came in ragged gasps, the way his fingers loosened in my hair as I pulled back, licking my lips.
His eyes were dark, dazed, as he looked down at me, his chest heaving.
For a moment, there was silence—the sound of our breathing, then he reached down, hauling me to my feet, his mouth crashing into mine again.
I could taste myself on his tongue, could feel the way he still trembled against me as he pushed his hand into my pants, and dragged me to my toes.
Just the pressure on my cock was enough, and my orgasm tore through me before I could catch my breath.
This was something. Right?
Only he let me go, pushed me to one side, unlocked the door, and then walked out.
I caught up to him as he grabbed his coat from the hook.
“Jesse, wait! Can we talk about what just happened?”
He stiffened. “Nothing happened.”
“I know I messed it up before, but we had—”
“Jesus!” He pulled my jacket and tugged me out of the main door and into the yard, away from anyone who could see and hear, I guess. “I’m not out to everyone here!” he snapped, and I winced. “I’m not gay, or bi, or whatever the fuck this shit is with us. So, take a fucking step back!”
“Shit, sorry, you didn’t say, and I thought with Miguel being… and me…”
“Stop!”
“I just wanted to say, I really am sorry about what I said, and I thought maybe we were connecting, and I could learn more from you about the ranch and—”
“What? So, you can value it better?” he asked, releasing my sleeve. I stumbled back from him, and he reached to steady me, but I avoided him and balanced all by myself.
“No… I mean… yes… but I just want what’s best for everyone and—”
I was talking to his back as he stalked away.
Great.