He’s back to discussing projects and department changes as I hollow my cheeks and suck my way back up his length, teasing my tongue along the way, before sliding back down again. His voice is strained, and when I look up at him through my lashes, his entire neck and face are flushed now, and his eyes are damn near black. He’s holding a full conversation with the people on the call, but his carnal gaze remains locked on me… more specifically, locked on the way my mouth is moving up and down his cock.

I turn my head, running the flat of my tongue up and down his length, while one hand grips him at the base and the other cups his balls through his slacks. His eyes roll back as he drops his head on the seat. My lips wrap around him again, slurping him back into my mouth, and he coughs, trying to cover up a groan. Strong fingers weave through my hair, not gripping or pulling, but almost petting.

The muscles in his thighs tense, his hips rutting up to meet my mouth, and I know he’s getting close. When he swells slightly in my mouth, I pull off, sitting back on my haunches. His eyebrows pinch together, and his lips are parted, and the disappointment and frustration at the loss of the orgasm is written clear as day on his face. It’s priceless.

Some woman on the call is rambling on about who knows what, but I’m not paying that any mind. Unbuckling my own pants, I pull the zipper down, freeing my aching dick. I bring my hand up to my face, licking my palm, before wrapping it around myself and stroking. Stone’s heavy-lidded, glossy gaze bounces between my face and the hand working myself over.

He wets his lips before tugging his bottom one between his teeth. Then he reaches for his cock, but before he can grip himself, I reach over and slap it away, shaking my head. A frustrated huff leaves him right before he has to bring his attention back to the meeting. Deciding to use this opportunity to my advantage, I release the hold I have on myself, instead leaning forward and gripping him once more.

I swipe my tongue over the tip before stroking him a few times, long and slow. His chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths, and if it’s possible, his eyes darken even more when I tug his pants down farther, bringing his balls into view. While I resume stroking him, I run my tongue along his sac before sucking one into my mouth and rolling it around.

He swears under his breath, jamming his finger down on his keyboard—presumably to mute himself—before he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up so I’m eye level with him.