He gives me a terse head shake once more, and I can do nothing more than grin at him before closing my mouth around his clothed erection. His hips push up slightly at the contact. I don’t even know if he realizes he’s doing it. My palms rub up and down his thighs again, making sure to run my thumbs along the crease where his thigh meets his pubic area. I picked up on how sensitive that spot is for him, and sure enough, he swears under his breath at the sensation.

Kicking it up a notch, my hand glides over his length, rubbing firmly. I wet my lips with my tongue, and his eyes track the movement. His cock twitches in my hold, and I can’t take it anymore. I need to taste him. His cheeks are slightly flushed already, and when my hands move toward his waist, his body tightens as he inhales sharply. He shakes his head at me again, mouthing, “No,” as if that’s going to deter me.

As quietly as I can manage, I pop his belt buckle and pull it open. Then I flick the button on his pants, sliding the zipper down. I drag his slacks mid-thigh, but leave his underwear on. Dropping lower, my face nuzzles in his crotch once more. My teeth sink into the flesh of his thigh, making him jump under my touch, swearing under his breath again. He’s already trembling and throbbing, and I can’t wait to watch him squirm some more.

I manage to tug his briefs down slightly until his cock springs free—already rock hard, no surprise there—and swipe my tongue over his already glistening tip. Lucky for him, it’s not his turn to speak in his little meeting, and he shoves his knuckle into his mouth, biting down to suppress any noise from escaping.

His salty arousal drips onto my tongue as I hold back my own groan. His scent and his taste are my favorite indulgences. I waste no time wrapping my lips around his length and twirling my tongue around, making sure to pay special attention to the area underneath where the shaft meets the crown.

A groan so low and quiet vibrates from his chest; I doubt anyone who wasn’t physically in the room with him would be able to hear. Both of his hands are gripping the arm of his chair so tight, his knuckles are white. I sink farther down on his cock until he’s seated in my throat. Gagging before finding my bearings, I swallow, my throat constricting around him, and his whole body quivers for me.