I lost it then. Cum shot from my cock and landed on the hardwood floor underneath Chase’s desk. My body shook and my knees threatened to buckle as I came harder than I ever did before. It was a life altering moment that I never wanted to forget.
Chase’s growl resonated throughout the room as he plunged into me one last time before letting go himself. It was so fucking sexy, I found my muscles contracting as yet another shot of cum hit the floor in front of me.
Our sounds of pleasure were loud and primitive in those few minutes of utter bliss. Neither of us was capable of thinking about the fact that we might no longer be the only two people in the office.
My upper body slumped on the wooden desk and my head fell on my forearms as I struggled to catch my breath. I was completely sated and thoroughly exhausted. It was a wonder I wasn’t a heap on the floor.
Chase’s weight was like a warm blanket on my back. He smelled like sandalwood and sweat. It was a heady combination.
All too soon, he pulled out, leaving me to recover on my own. I rolled my head to the side—still bent over his desk—and watched as he shrugged his now wrinkled dress shirt on, effectively covering up the sculpted chest that I ached to explore.
He was the epitome of manly grace and beauty. At six foot two, he was my height, but whereas I had a lean runner’s build, Chase’s body had plenty of mouth-watering muscles that I often imagined bulging and straining as he lifted weights. It was one of my favorite ways to jerk off—fantasizing about him getting hot and sweaty in the gym then getting me all hot and sweaty.
“Well?” I prompted him when the silence became a little too much for me to handle. I wasn’t normally hard up for praise, but right then I needed to hear that he enjoyed it as much as I did. That he wanted more with me. Because I sure as hell wanted more with him.
“It was…” He seemed to struggle for the right word before giving me an endearing grin and a slight shake of his head. “Everything.”
A broad smile stretched across my face and my heart jumped around inside my chest like a ping pong ball. Pushing myself up, I closed the distance between us. I was as naked as the day I was born, and Chase’s eyes ate up every inch of my body, from the dark, curly hair on my head to the still semi-hard eight inches between my legs.
I loved that he was no longer hiding his attraction to me. It blazed clear as day in his eyes and was enough to give me hope about some sort of future with this man. Something I generally didn’t focus much on with other men.
“It was for me too. I’ve wanted you for a long damn time,” I admitted. My hands rested on his shoulder before gliding down his hard biceps and forearms until I could link my fingers with his. Chase leaned into me seeking more intimacy. It was enough to have me swooning at his feet.
“Honestly? Me too,” he said softly, before placing a light kiss on my parted lips.
“So where do we go from here?” I hated how vulnerable I sounded, but if this was just a one-time fling he needed to get out of his system, I was going to be damn disappointed. There was no way I would ever be able to work alongside him in the courtroom if that happened.
“I don’t know.” His arms wrapped around my middle and pulled our bodies flush together. The material of his suit pants rubbed against my cock, which then twitched in anticipation of getting into those pants again. “It’s complicated.”
He was right about that. His father was the managing partner of the law firm that employed us. Clayton Burkett was a good-ole boy with old school southern beliefs. There was no way he’d approve of a relationship between Chase and me. Hell, none of the partners would. Add to that the fact that Chase had a real life Barbie on his arm, it seemed damn near impossible for us to ever move forward together.
“What does that mean?” I cocked my head to the side and subtly rubbed myself against him showing him just how badly he affected me. “I want you Chase. I can’t go back to dancing around each other and ignoring the sexual tension that’s been brewing between us since the day we met.”
“It means…” he trailed off on a sigh when my hand gripped his ass and pulled him against my heavy length. “It means that I’m not sure how to handle this.”
“Do you love Jessica?”
His eyes, which were heavy-lidded as we ground against each other, flew open at my question. “Of course I do. But it’s complicated.”
There was that word again. Complicated.
Knowing that what we were doing right then wasn’t helping the situation, I took a step back putting some much needed distance between us. The frown marring his face told me that he didn’t approve, but I was done letting him call the shots. At least for now.
“Why don’t you explain it to me?” I offered with a cross of my arms. I hated the term ‘it’s complicated’ almost as much as I hated the idea of him loving her.
He ran his hand through his soft blonde hair, ruffling it up, before speaking. “Jessica and I have an arranged marriage of sorts. Our parents have wanted us to get married since we were young kids. It will merge this law firm with her father’s. No one knows this.” He paused so I nodded, silently letting him know he could trust me with that bit of information. “We do love each other, but she can’t give me everything I need.”
“And I do?” Please God let him say yes.
He smirked instead of answering, but that was enough for me.
“I sat her down and we talked about it last night. She understands. She um… likes to experiment, so she gets it. We both know we need to marry for the sake of our families, but she has encouraged me to explore my attraction to you.”
Well that explained why he suddenly turned us working late on the Hartwell case into us working each other over.
The reality of him coming onto me during a case far surpassed any fantasy I had dreamt up since first meeting him.
I sank down onto the corner of his desk and stared dumfounded. This wasn’t at all what I had imagined him saying to me.
Him telling me it was a one-time deal—probably.
Him telling me that he wanted an affair on the side with me—sure.
Him saying he was leaving Jessica for me—unlikely.
Her willing to share him with me—definitely not.
“There’s so much I want to try… with you.” He knelt down in front of me and looked up with an earnest expression on his face. His hand reached up and cupped my cheek. I instinctively leaned into it, relishing the intimacy of the moment. “Do you want that too?”
My throat worked as I attempted to say something. I knew Chase meant what he said. The sincerity showed on his face and was laced in his every word. Taking a gamble on something I had wanted for so long, I nodded and leaned over to plant a soft, wet, open-mouthed kiss on his lips.
When I sat back up, he surprised me by spreading my legs wider and situating himself between them. His hands ran up my thighs. One cupped my balls while the other wrapped around my dick.
“I think we should start now,” he said in a husky voice. “I’ve never given a blow job before.”
“You haven’t?” I croaked out. My dick throbbed as he eyed it like it was his next meal.
“No. I’ve never had a man come down my throat. You’ll be my first.” He raised his eyes as he lowered his mouth and proceeded to rock my world. “And hopefully my last.”
When his hot, wet mouth took my length all the way into the back of his throat, I knew I wasn’t going to last long even though I had just come ten minutes earlier. His suction was spot on and he knew exactly where to flick his tongue to make me come undone.
Embarrassingly quick, I found my balls drawing up as a tingle crawled up my spine. The sight of Chase’s head bobbing up and down my length was too much. I ran my hand lovingly over his head, petting his face and encouraging him to take me there.
When his eyes locked with mine, I threw my head back and roared as I came down his throat.