Chapter 8 #4
“Make it last,” I murmured. “We don’t want a repeat of the team-building exercise tonight.” Two or three drinks were fine, but no more than that.
I removed my mask again, ’cause it was just in the way. Then I took off James’s too, wanting to see his face better.
“I just love that you remind me of that day so often,” he grumbled.
I chuckled into my drink, then started rubbing his neck. “It’s a fond memory for me.”
“I bet it is.”
I pulled up my knee and turned a little so I could see him properly. “What would be a fond memory for you? Right now, for instance. Say one thing you’d like to do.” I gestured over my shoulder. “Learning how to waltz?”
The competition had started on the dance floor, filling the club with…not my kind of music.
“I had to take my cousin to cotillion when I was a kid,” he replied. “I know how to waltz. But no, that’s not what I want to do.”
I hummed and dragged my thumb up his neck. “So tell me. Tell me right now what you wanna do.”
He swallowed and dropped his gaze to the sliver of space between us. “I, uh…I wanna kiss you.”
Decent start.
“Why?”
That earned me a flicker of frustration. “Why? Because…because I’ve thought about it a lot. I’ve fantasized about it.”
“For how long?”
A breath gusted out of him, and he took a big swallow of his drink. “Probably since the day you hired me.”
I watched my own fingers as they disappeared into his hair.
I remembered that day, when we’d interviewed him the second time.
I’d been balls deep in my own misery, but I still recalled thinking James was like a breath of fresh air.
I’d liked how he smirked and avoided eye contact at the same time, as if two opposing sides battled it out inside him.
“If you answer my next question really fucking well, I’ll give you a reward.” I brushed my lips to his jaw and felt how it tensed. “Tell me the dirtiest fantasy you’ve had about me during work hours. It should take place in a work setting too.”
He cursed under his breath, drained his drink, and set the glass on the table. Then he rubbed his hands along his thighs, maybe summoning the courage, maybe wiping off some sweat.
I took another swig too, then mirrored his move and set the glass on the table.
“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “A couple of months ago, I fantasized about you visiting a glory hole after a shitty day. And I made sure I was there. And you, uh…you took all your frustrations out on me. You choked me out with your cock and ordered me not to back off, and, uh… When you were done, you zipped up, told me ‘You’re welcome,’ and walked out. ”
I’ll be fucking damned.
“Did I let you swallow?” I asked quietly.
He nodded quickly, just once.
I took a deep breath and fisted his hair, reveling in the feelings that flooded my system. The dark desire, the possibilities, and how fucking incredible it was going to be to explore the filthiest corners of his mind.
“No wonder I said you’re welcome.” I tilted his head an inch or two so that my next kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. “You’ll have to be real fucking desperate in order for me to grant you a mouthful of my come. Especially when I’ve saved up so much to fill your husband over and over.”
He sucked in a breath.
“You want both, don’t you?” I tightened my grip on his hair. “You wanna catch me fucking him into next week—but…as much as you wanna swallow me?”
“Ah fuck,” he exhaled. He tried to turn to me, but I held him fast. “I…I…”
“I have a better idea.” I nipped at his bottom lip. “You can clean us up after—if you’re a good whore for me.”
He groaned under his breath and pushed a hand on his crotch. “I’ll do whatever you want, boss. Whatever you want—whatever Nathan wants.”
I kissed him hard, having waited too fucking long already. I cupped his jaw with one hand and kept my grip on his hair with the other, and I took exactly what I wanted. He moaned and reached for me.
I let him. He’d earned it.
“I wanted you like this, James. Filthy and free of filters. No hiding from us.”
He nodded quickly, and I swept my tongue across his, tasting the rum, tasting the Coke.
“You’ll be my personal fuckhole at work,” I murmured. “Whenever I need a release, you’ll bend over or open your mouth.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I want it, boss.”
I tugged him back by his hair, and he hissed.
“You’ll run over to take care of Nathan too,” I commanded quietly. “You’ll fucking worship his cock.”
He swallowed dryly, panting. “I will. I will, Sir. I promise.”
I squeezed my cock through my pants, then undid my belt. “If you pinch me, I’ll interpret that as you safewording. I’ll stop. All right?”
He’d seen what I was doing. He licked his lips as I unzipped and pulled out my cock. “It won’t happen, but I understand.”
“Good. Get to work. Suck off your boss.”
He didn’t waste a damn second. He dropped his head to my lap and sucked me into his mouth as fast as humanly possible, and I tensed up, bracing for way more force.
And teeth. But instead, he slowed down right on time.
He coated me in spit, just barely grazed his teeth along me—goddamn perfect—and took me all the way down his throat.
I let out a long breath and scooted down in my seat. One arm along the top of the couch, one hand on the back of his head. It was pure pleasure. A steady pace toward bliss. All his focus was on my cock.
I shivered and felt my chest expand with each breath.
That’s it.
Fuck, that’s it.
Employee of the year, right here.
“Goddamn,” I exhaled.
I accidentally locked eyes with Jordan, who watched us with envy that looked like a kid being denied dessert while everyone else got some.
But I wasn’t ready to give Jordan any attention yet, so I just closed my eyes and let my head fall back a little.
The pleasure coursed through me. This was precisely what I needed before the interrogation.
“See that, sweetheart?” I heard Nathan murmur. “That could’ve been you if you hadn’t acted out.”
I groaned and guided James over me, moving him along a little faster. A little deeper. And right fucking there—he choked on me. Convulsed around me.
This wouldn’t take long.
I started fucking his throat, and James took everything I gave him. When I thrust, he pushed down. He licked, sucked, and suckled.
“Fucking hell, you gotta try out our new toy, baby.” I gnashed my teeth, the pressure building up faster and faster. “I’m pretty sure this is what he was born to do.”
Nate adjusted himself and removed his mask. “Do you think he’s good for anything else?”
I let out a breathless chuckle. “Doubt it. Some become astronauts, some become world leaders… James became a cocksucker.”
“He likes to get fucked also,” Jordan mumbled.
“He’s not getting credit for being born with an asshole, dear,” Nate drawled.
I stifled a laugh and groaned instead. Fuck me, I was getting close.
Before I could give him a warning, I decided to keep my mouth shut. I pushed him down on my cock harder and faster, and I let myself get swept away by the pleasure. Warnings were too considerate. I’d rather see him choke and splutter. Make a proper fool of himself.
Or maybe he was greedier than that. Maybe he was the greediest of them all—because when I felt the orgasm take over, it was as if he knew.
He managed a quick breath before he sucked me in again, tightening his lips, humming around me, moaning around me.
I felt him breathing shallowly, rapidly, through his nose just as I started coming.
Motherfucking hell…
“Ohhh, I wanted to make Daddy come,” Jordan whined.
James swallowed me over and over, with each release, but it didn’t escape my attention that the slut kept some of my come in his mouth. He pulled out and sucked me in a few times more before I grew too sensitive and nudged him off me.
“Thank you, Sir. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re welcome.”
Nate was on his way over to us, something I didn’t register until he was leaning over James, grabbing his jaw, and kissing him hungrily.
I blew out a labored breath and tucked myself in.
“Savor every fucking drop he gives you,” Nate said quietly.
“Yes, Sir,” James replied, out of breath. “May I service you too?”
Nathan brushed his thumb over James’s bottom lip. “Too greedy. Pace yourself.” With that, he straightened and peered down at me, and he smiled. “You look like you need a nap.”
I chuckled gruffly. “I wouldn’t mind one.”
He extended a hand to me. “Too bad you have an interrogation to get to. And I think you should bring Jordan. James and I can watch from the outside.”
Not a bad idea. It would do Jordan good to watch me up close in that setting.
I grasped Nate’s hand and hauled myself up off the couch, and I swooped in and kissed him firmly.
The masquerade ball was all but forgotten on the second floor, where half a dozen friends had gathered outside one of the interrogation rooms. Reese, Walker, Macklin—with his arms folded over his chest and an “I can’t believe this is happening” look on his face, Penelope, Nora, and little Noa.
It hit me that the Tenleys weren’t participating in the Game either; they were organizers. No masks, just nice suits.
I handed over my suit jacket to Nate and adjusted my vest.
“KC’s inside going over evidence,” Reese said. “River will be here with Shay in a few minutes.”
I inclined my head and ushered Jordan into the room. I pointed to a corner. “You’ll sit there on the floor and don’t say a single word unless it’s yellow or red. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” the boy mumbled.
Reese leaned against the doorway. “Has he misbehaved already?”
I eyed Jordan, who finally had his metaphorical tail between his legs.
“More like my curse of being a fun-loving Daddy,” I reckoned. “You go about your life, and then a brat comes along thinking you don’t got what it takes to put him in his place.”