But soon I ache to get my mouth on him in other places. Places I’ve yet to explore. We’ve fooled around a couple times now—a fact which still blows my mind—but I haven’t had a taste of his cock yet, and that needs to be remedied immediately.

I whine, which makes him release me, allowing me to pull back and move down to his neck. Tugging his shirt collar aside, I bite down on the place where his neck meets his shoulder. He groans and his hands come around my back, gripping me tightly.

Shuffling myself so I can get to his stomach, I ruck up his shirt and lick a line down his abs with the tip of my tongue. They flutter under the treatment, so I lick my way back up and then down again. Then I switch to using teeth, which earns me another, louder groan and his hand back in my hair.

I bite, and he tugs. And when he lets out a raspy, “Fuck, baby,” my dick twitches almost painfully in the confines of my slacks.

As I work on getting his jeans undone, desperate to free his cock, my mind keeps hearing baby, baby, baby...

It was a heat of the moment thing, I know that. But damn did it feel good hearing him say it to me. I wonder what else I can make him say if I try.

Once I’ve gotten the fly of his jeans open, I carefully climb off his lap and sink to my knees on the floor. I tug at the jeans, and he lifts his ass so I can slide them past it. Then he props himself up on his hands, staring down at me with glazed eyes as I pull the jeans all the way down to his ankles. His cock is tenting his boxers obscenely, threatening to poke through the slit.

Well. Can’t threaten me with a good time.

“What are you doing?” he asks again, a little breathless.

I slide the boxers down to his knees, allowing his cock to spring free. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“But are you sure? I mean. You’re at work.”

Yeah, I keep forgetting that part. Oh well. Now that I’ve got his thick cock in my face, glistening with precum, there’s nothing short of guests waltzing into this room with their luggage in tow that will stop me from getting him off.

Instead of replying, I wrap one hand around him and take a little taste at the tip. Mmm.

When I slide his cockhead past my lips, he abandons holding himself up, and now he’s lying down so I can’t see his face. Even though I’d love to see his expressions as I take him apart, I can still tell how much he’s enjoying it by the jerky movements of his hips and the little moans he tries to cut off.