Page 61 of Gross Misconduct

That should make me want to stop, but it only makes me want to suck him harder and force louder moans from him.

Jack pulls out and slaps his cock on my tongue before sticking it back in. He cups a hand around the back of my head and pushes me down. I cough from putting the whole thing in my mouth.

“Good,” he says, lighting up another happy button in me. “I don’t want to boost your ego, but you give really good head. It feels so good with my dick in your mouth.”

My tongue rides up his shaft and slinks around his head, licking up more precome. Jack sinks deeper into the couch.

“I love watching you take all of it.” Since Jack’s hockey career didn’t work out, he should be a sports announcer, because his play-by-play is setting me ablaze. My body shakes with desire. My cock is so fucking hard if I shift the wrong way, I could blow my load.

Jack pushes down his pants and boxers to his knees. “I want to try something. I want you to eat my ass.”

The ask immediately revs me up like a motorcycle engine. A torrent of heat rages within me. My mouth is practically watering.

Before I’m able to nod yes, Jack lifts his legs and hugs them to his stomach. He can probably see the excitement painted on my face. His white dress shirt spills to the side, his tie flipped over his shoulder, his pants and underwear bunched at his ankles. And in the middle of that chaos, the glorious eye of this storm, is his hole. It’s the only pink I’m interested in on this plane.

I press the flat of my tongue against his opening and drag it slowly up until his balls are in my mouth. I’ve waited my whole life to know the salty, forbidden taste of another man, and even though the timer is counting down, I want to savor this. I want to savor Jack.

“Fuck. Yes. Your tongue feels so good on my hole.” Jack’s normally pale face is fully red, squeezed tight with pleasure, and maybe a little pain. That sitting position can’t be comfortable.

I lick another stripe up his hole, this time letting my tongue circle his opening. Jack’s muscles tense under my touch. His thick, trunk-like thighs flex, the carved muscles emerging under his ivory skin. I press my hands on his ass cheeks, leaving red finger marks.

I moan against his opening as my tongue circles the rim. “So hot.”

“You like tonguing my hole?”

I growl my answer into his cheeks. I press inside him, feel his hole tighten around me.

“Fuck. No one’s ever eaten me this good. It’s making my fucking eyes water. Now stop teasing me and make me come,” he cries out, the bossiest of bottoms.

I love it. I hold nothing back. I dart my tongue in and out of his hole, lapping up his heat. Above me, I hear the swishing of fabric as Jack feverishly jerks himself.

“I’m so fucking hard right now. Your tongue is making me so hard. I can’t wait to come. I’m going to fucking come everywhere.”

“Tell me when,” I say, not wanting him to mess up his suit or this plane.

“I’ll try. God,” he cries out, whiny desperation lacing his voice. Big, cocky Jack reduced to rubble.

I lick my index and middle finger and slide them inside his wet opening as my tongue works the perimeter. His hole instantly tightens around them. My cock throbs in my pants, so heavy and hard, I don’t know how the fuck I’ll be able to walk out of this plane.

“Griffin. Oh my God, Griffin. Your fingers feel so good inside me. Finger-fuck me.”

I get fast and rough, nailing his hole over and over, my thick fingers disappearing into his tight ass. I spit on his hole to keep it lubricated, and the noise from Jack as well as the friction has to be audible in the hangar because it’s blaring in my ears. But I can’t stop. My hunger for Jack knows no bounds. In that moment, I forget about the plane, the game, my job. All I want is him. His touch. His voice. His heat. It is all-consuming.

“Fuck, I’m coming. You’re making me come,” he squeals out.

Like throwing a blanket over a raging fire, I put my mouth on his dick just as he explodes. I swallow his manly seed. I give his still-hard cock a few more sucks before he unfolds himself and collapses, fully spent on the couch.

As if ordained by a higher power, at that second, his timer goes off.

“Time for your interview.” I wipe my lips.

He nods, still in a daze. His pupils continue to be lust saucers, yet he manages to pull up his pants. I look down at my jumpsuit and notice that my cock is about to tear a hole in them.

“Actually, if you jog down the sidewalk, you can get to the lobby faster. You have an extra thirty seconds.”

“To do what?” he asks, grinning at my hard-on.

I stand up and unbutton my jumpsuit as quickly as my fingers will allow. I whip my dick out and shove it into Jack’s willing mouth. He tugs the jumpsuit and pulls me forward, sinking my rock hard cock deeper inside him.

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