Page 30 of Devotion

I wait, almost holding my breath as I watch him resolve some sort of internal struggle. Then he finally lifts his hand in that summoning gesture that always makes my heart jump.

He’s distracted. Even more so than when I worked on him on Tuesday and Wednesday.

I can tell he’s trying to relax as I give him a short back and shoulder massage, but once I get on my knees and take him in my mouth, he grows halfway erect and stays that way. He’s gripping the armrest instead of my head. He’s not looking down at me.

Letting him slide out of my mouth, I use my hands to rub his sac. I tease the tip of his penis with my tongue and squeeze the base in a pumping motion. “Gabriel,” I say, sounding oddly hoarse. “Look at me.”

He’s been staring off at an empty spot in the air the way he does when he’s out of it, but he responds to my words. He shifts his eyes down to where I’m kneeling between his legs. Slowly Itake him back into my mouth and suck hard, making a hungry, extended sound as I do.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters, staring down at me as his cock grows and hardens until he’s fully aroused.

Pleased and excited, I make another moaning sound as I establish the rhythm he usually likes.

“You like having me in your mouth like this.” His hands finally move to my head, curving around the back above my bun in that possessive gesture I love.

I can’t tell if his words are a question or a statement, but I mumble an eager “mm-hmm” as I apply harder suction with my mouth and swallow down extra saliva.

“Fuck,” he breathes out again, finally starting to guide the motion of my head with his hands. “You’re doing so good today.”

He’s definitely into it now. His cock is hard and big in my mouth. His hips are rocking just slightly, and his hands on my head are demanding.

But after a while he glances away from me, and his eyes focus on the pile of papers on his desk.

It stresses him out. I can sense it immediately. The carnal tension in his body stops building. The climax I’ve been working him into plateaus instead of mounts. I’m sucking like crazy, and he’s guiding my rhythm with his hands, but it feels like I’m losing him.

And I can’t stand it. I’m not going to let it happen.

I moan again, louder and more shamelessly than normal. I’d be embarrassed in a different situation, but I’m not right now. He needs to focus on me. He needs to be with me in this. Not only does he not come easily when he’s distracted but neither one of us enjoys it as much.

My job is to give him what he needs, and heneedsthis. I know it for sure.

His eyes shift back to me immediately at the sound I make. One of his hands slides down to hold me by the neck. “Fuck, you’re really into it today.”

I make the muffled “mm-hmm” sound again, adjusting on my knees so I can grip his ass. I’m making a lot of silly sounds now as I suck and swallow and move my head with the tempo he’s demanding. I’m so turned on I’m having trouble keeping my hips still, but I make myself ignore it so I can focus only on Gabriel.

He wants this. He needs it. I know it for sure. I can feel it so absolutely.

He’s started to grunt softly, nearing climax at last, when the phone on the desk rings with a grating sound.

My heart sinks.

He only occasionally gets calls, and only twice has it happened when I’m taking care of him. Both times he’s eased my head back so he can answer the call, and both times he’s gotten distracted by the conversation and didn’t let me get him going again after he completed the call.

So on the second ring, I start withdrawing, letting him slip out of my mouth, but he grabs my head and draws it back into place. “No. Don’t stop.”

A new kind of excitement throbs through me as I restart my rhythm, thinking he’s just going to let the phone ring. He needs this so much he’s going to take it even at the cost of his work.

But he doesn’t let the phone ring. He reaches over to the desk and grabs the receiver, moving it to his ear even as I’m on my knees between his legs with my mouth around his cock. “Yes?” he asks brusquely.

It’s his standard phone greeting. I’ve heard it many times before.

I’ve slowed down my rhythm instinctively, softening the pressure of my sucks around his shaft.

He listens to the person on the other end and with his free hand takes a fistful of my loose hair and uses it to speed up my rhythm.

I can’t hear more than a low murmur on the phone from my position as the other person speaks. I have no idea who it is or what they’re saying.

After a minute, Gabriel says, “Okay, tell me exactly what you need from me.” He sounds as curt and professional as he usually does but also a little too breathless. He tucks the phone between his shoulder and ear and holds it there so he can move his other hand back to my head.

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