on his tongue. Humming, he flicked his tongue back and forth across the tip before closing his lips around just the head and sucking hard.
"Oh. Oh." The sounds got faster, louder, Sammy's hips pumping, thrusting into his mouth.
He wrapped his hands around Sammy's hips, fingers digging in as he kept the thrusts from going too deep. He wasn't going to let Sammy come. Not yet.
Just as Samuel's noises got desperate, he pulled off and stood again, taking those sounds in as he plastered their mouths together. Samuel slammed up against him, demanding more, needing him. Yeah, that was it. Pure and honest.
Hands on Samuel's shoulders, he pushed him down gently, bending as their mouths continued to cling. "Make it good and I'll fuck you until you scream, Sammy. I'll give you everything you need."
"I don't..." The words said Samuel didn't, but Jesus fuck, that mouth did. It dropped over his cock, the heat and suction enough to make his head slam back.
His fingers slid into Samuel's hair, tangled in it. He didn't push or pull or thrust, just let Samuel know he could if he chose to. And he moaned, letting Sammy know just how fucking good it was.
"More. Fuck, more."
Samuel fucking took him down to the root, throat working around the tip. Those long fingers wrapped around his balls, tugging hard enough to ache.
"That's it, Sammy. So fucking good." Shit, he was going to come if he wasn't careful, and he was saving it for Samuel's ass, knew that's what the man needed. "Enough. Lose the pants and spread out over the desk."
He got another hard suck, a tug and those eyes challenged him.
"Oh, you're a cockhound, are you, Sammy? You want to taste me? Want my come to shoot down your throat?" His voice was rough, betraying how good it was.
Those cheeks flushed dark, eyes closing as that throat swallowed again.
"Oh yeah, that's what you want." He stroked Samuel's hollowed cheek. "Open your eyes again and it's yours."
He heard Samuel's soft whimper, felt the fight in the man. God, so sexy.
"You can let go with me, Sammy. It's safe." No one would ever know how good Samuel looked on his knees, sucking cock. No one but him.
Just open your eyes , he willed, just give it to me.
There. There, bright and wanton and just a little shocked, Samuel's eyes were beautiful. The moan was torn from his throat, his hips snapping. He held Samuel's eyes as he thrust several times, his spunk spraying down Samuel's throat.
"Yes!" Fuck. He was so fucking lost in those eyes.
Samuel whimpered for him, the sound vibrating around his cock.
"Such a pretty man." He stroked one hand through that heavy hair. Now that ass was his. "Time to get up now and bend over your desk for me."
"What?" Samuel popped off his prick, eyes wide.
"You heard me. It's time to remind you what you were running away from, time to punish you for running away in the first place."
"What? No. No way. You...you need to go." Sammy stood, backed away.
"That's not what you want." He followed Sammy, not letting the man off the hook. "You're going to bend over and I'm going to give you what you need so you can do your job."
"It's time to go for the night..." Sammy kept backing up.
"You inviting me back to your loft?"
"What? No. No, I don't. No, of course not. You just. You're off the clock." Sammy's ass hit the wall.
"That's good timing, then." He took Sammy's mouth, the kiss hard. Fuck, he could taste himself there.
He grabbed Sam's ass, knowing it would burn, ache deep down. He couldn't wait to fuck it, to feel the heat of it against his hips. Tomorrow he'd bring some plugs, maybe a razor. Oh, he could see that. Shave and plug this fine man on his lunch hour tomorrow.
He stepped back, just a step. "Now go bend over the desk Sammy."
"No way..." Look at that hard cock.
He grabbed Sammy's shoulders and spun them both around, pushing Sammy toward the desk.
"This is... You can't..."
But he could and Sammy was letting him. He pushed on Sammy's shoulders, making him bend over that big