"Oh fuck, yes…" Rihan groaned, his head falling back, sweat beading at his temples despite the office's air conditioning.
This was a terrible idea. There was probably a camera somewhere, but he didn't care. Not when he was sitting in the CEO's chair and Taeryn was on his knees, between his legs, taking him slow and deep.
Rihan fisted his hair, back arching, toes curling in his shoes. Taeryn's lips, his hands, the way he hollowed his cheeks… it was too much. He felt his control slipping.
Every groan, every curse tumbled from his lips, and Rihan knew he was about to burst.
When Taeryn hollowed his cheeks just right, he felt the release hit, and Rihan cried out, his body trembling, pulse hammering.
Taeryn didn't waste a drop. He pulled back with a soft pop, dazed, cum-drunk grin still on his face, his eyes gleaming with possession.
Rihan drew in a shuddering breath, running his fingers through Taeryn's hair. "That… felt good."
