“You are trouble,” he grits out before his lips crash down on mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, licking and tasting me all over. I kiss him with the same force, and when he withdraws and pulls back, his lips are red and swollen.

With the painful grip he still has on my hair, he shoves me back down to my knees before unmuting himself and resuming his meeting. The grin on my face is completely involuntary. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being the reason Stone falls apart. He does something to me that I’ll probably never be able to explain, but he brings out a side of me that never saw the light of day before. Watching him writhe and melt from my touch is addicting. So much so that I waste no time returning my attention to his lap, where his cock is weeping and begging for me to gobble it up.

And I do just that.

He’s barely able to contain the groan that I know is bubbling beneath the surface when I take him back in one go. He’s lodged in my throat as I swallow around him, toying with his balls in my hand. A strong hand grabs my shoulder as his hips rock up to meet the strokes of my mouth. He’s getting close, and I know he’s trying to keep me from edging him again with the way he’s gripping my shirt, but just like before… as he starts to show signs of getting too close, I back off, removing my mouth and my hands from him.

Desperation flashes in his eyes, and he looks like he wants to punish me, but all of that evaporates and is replaced with pure lust when his gaze drops from my face, down to my crotch, where I’m back to stroking myself again. I’m so worked up; I have to be careful not to bring myself to the edge too quickly. This isn’t about me right now, it’s about him.

After about a minute, I let go of myself and lean into him. The fact that he’s able to concentrate even slightly on this meeting is impressive. From what I can tell, it’s someone else’s turn to ramble on and on about whatever it is they’re talking about, so he doesn’t really have to focus, but every now and again, he’ll have to add his two cents, and he doesn’t miss a beat.

I bring my hand up to my face again, spitting into it, then wrapping it around him. My hand glides up and down his length in long, quick strokes. The subtle shlick, shlick, shlick sound is quiet enough that anyone on the call wouldn’t be able to hear it, but it’s doing nothing but enhancing the booming arousal I already feel watching him unravel before my eyes.