Page 63 of Maybe We Can Fake It

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 hearingbaby, 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. Eventhough 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.

Though it’s possible I’m enjoying this even more. Honestly, I love giving head. Maybe it’s part of being a people pleaser, but it’s also such a powerful feeling. Being on your knees for someone but being able to drive them crazy, controlling when and how they get to come.

I’d like to take my time teasing him, wait until he’s begging for it.Would he beg? Fuck, that would be so hot.But I remind myself of where we are. It’s not like I can get fired, since I own the place, but still. Making this quick is probably a good idea.

I suck him down farther, and damn, he really is thick. I only get about half of him in before my mouth feels so fucking full. But I can do this. I know the things I’m good at, and this is one of them. Relaxing my throat, I take him in deeper, letting my tongue lick along the underside of his shaft as I go. He seems to like that, judging by the way his thighs tremble slightly and he scrunches up the blanket in his hands.

To speed things along, I cup his balls gently, rolling them in my palm, and then rub my finger along his taint. I’m tempted to dip lower, see if he’ll let me play with his ass. I really can’t gauge if he’d be into that. I picture him as a total top, but even tops like a finger or two sometimes, right? At least, I’ve known some that do. It’s probably best, though, to save that question for another day and just achieve the goal I set out to accomplish here.

Making Travis come down my throat.

I move up and down his shaft in earnest now, swallowing around him when I have him all the way down, and swirling my tongue around the head when I come up. Over and over, faster and faster, until he chokes out, “Brenden,fuck, I’m gonna—”

That’s all the warning I get before he unloads. And damn, it’s a lot. But I manage to swallow it all, proud of myself for notleaving a cum stain on the blanket. Although I should change the bedding anyway, right?

Oh, hell.

Travis is still panting hard after his orgasm, while reality comes slamming back into me, and I think about what I’ve just done. I’m in a guest room. On my knees in my work pants on this hardwood floor with Travis’s bare ass lying on the bed. I’veneverdone something like this at work.

And yet, do I regret it?

Not even a little bit.

Travis spends a few more moments panting. Then he sits up and pulls his jeans back up, rebuttoning them with clumsy fingers.

I grin smugly, because I did that to him.Me.Little innocent Brenden Sanderson.

Ha. As if.

Standing, I brush off the knees of my pants. Thankfully, they’re not dirty. Kudos to my cleaning staff.

“Can I help you with that?”

When I look at Travis, I find his gaze pointed down at my crotch.Oh.I had so much fun sucking him off that I didn’t even think about myself, but yup. I’m hard as a rock.

I shake my head regretfully. “I’ll be okay. This was... um... I should probably get back to work.”

All of a sudden, I feel a bit awkward. In the heat of the moment, I was more than happy to take charge, but now standing here facing him, I wonder what he’s thinking of me. How he feels. Because I...

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