Instead of verbalizing my intentions, I start pushing his jeans and boxers down in unison, and I lower myself with them until I’m on my knees in front of him and looking up.
His eyes widen fractionally, and his gaze heats when he sees what I’m about to do. Not going to lie; he’s bigger than I’m used to, so it’s intimidating to wonder how much of him I can actually take in my mouth.
Doesn’t stop me from trying though.
The second my lips touch the tip, he jerks against me and a breath hisses through his lips. Trying not to smile, I flick my tongue against him, and he groans while leaning over and gripping the desk, as though he needs something to help brace him.
Knowing there’s an office full of people just outside my door that could interrupt by pounding on my door at any moment, I decide to skip the teasing portion and go straight for the kill.
The second my mouth closes over him, he releases some primal, raw noise that sends shivers down my spine in the best possible way. My hand wraps around his base, because there’s no way in hell I’m that good.
Setting a rhythm with my hand and mouth, I peer up at him, and see that his mouth hangs open just barely, while his eyes remain heavy and… distracting.
One of his hands tangles in my hair, but he doesn’t try to control my motions. It’s like he just wants to be touching me while I essentially own him.
His grip on my hair gets almost painful, and he fights like he’s trying to stop himself from thrusting into my mouth, letting me know he’s damn close.
To swallow or not to swallow? That is the question. Not something I’ve been able to do in the past, since I’ve always been apprehensive about it.
I don’t get long to think about it, because he starts tugging my head, trying to warn me. With a little dread, I commit to blowing his mind, and continue sucking, pumping, and basking in every breath, soun
d, and tremble he makes.
His hips buck forward, but only because he can’t stop himself, and my mouth fills up quickly. It’s not as gross as I thought it would be, but it’s definitely something I’ll have to work on getting used to.
When I slowly pull my mouth back and watch as he struggles to stay vertical, I decide I definitely want to get used to it. His breaths are shallow and coarse as he staggers to a chair and drops down. With jerky movements, he pulls his jeans back up, watching me the whole time.
“Have I told you lately that you’re fucking incredible?” he asks.
Yep. Definitely gearing up toward that acquired taste idea.
Smiling, I go to sit down on his lap, trying not to laugh when he avoids my mouth and starts kissing my neck. “Fuck,” he murmurs against my neck. After a few breaths, he pulls back, grinning like he’s about to say something that will make me blush, but someone knocks on my door.
“Ms. Brendon,” Felisha calls.
“Yes,” I say, sounding clear and not like I just gave Jax a blowjob in my office.
“They need you to approve some of the fabrics whenever you’re ready.”
She doesn’t even try to open my door. Thankfully. Shanna shut it but didn’t lock it.
“Can it wait?” Jax asks, kissing my shoulder. “I’d really, really, really like to repay the favor. Have you spread out on your desk… Fuck. I’m actually getting hard just thinking about it.”
Yep. Turning red.
“Unfortunately, I have to do this now, or wait until tomorrow. It can’t exactly wait that long…”
I let the words trail off and try to ignore the unsatisfied ache between my legs. Jax frowns as he glances behind him, then he kisses my neck again.
“What time can you get out of here?” he says against my skin.
Internally, I curse my hellacious schedule and his.
“Not until at least ten tonight. And you have an early morning,” I say on a sigh.
He pulls back and glances behind him at the door when someone else knocks.
“Ms. Brendon?”