Chapter 135 Bend Over
Caleb's POV
The next night came too slow.
It was far too long before Mia went to bed. I waited another hour just to be sure, lying in the guest room with my dick already aching under the sheets, my mind in every filthy word Liam had growled in the kitchen.
At midnight, I slipped out of my room. Just boxer briefs this time. The hallway was dark as i walked towards his office.
His office door was cracked open when I got there.
I pushed it wider without knocking.
Liam was behind his desk, still in his work clothes, his button down rolled to his elbows, tie loosened, top two buttons undone.
It was like my fucking wet dream.
The second he saw me, he leaned back in the leather chair, eyes raking all over my body.
“Took you long enough,” he said, voice low.
“Wanted to make sure she was really out.” I closed the door behind me and locked it with a soft click. “You said tomorrow night. This is tomorrow night.”
He smirked. “Get over here.”
I walked around the desk slowly, letting him look. My cock was already straining the front of my briefs, the head pushing against my boxers, a wet spot from my precum very visible now.
He spread his thighs wider under the desk. “On your knees.”
I dropped instantly. The carpet was thick and soft under my knees.
He reached down, thumb brushing my bottom lip. “Open.”
I did, my tongue out.
He unzipped himself and pulled his cock free, already hard. Thick. Veins standing out. The head shiny with precum.
It was a dream come true.
“Been hard since dinner thinking about this,” he muttered. “Watching you eat across the table, knowing what I did to you last night. Knowing you were still leaking me.”
I whimpered and leaned forward and licked the slit of his head, tasting him.
“Fuck, good boy.” His hand slid into my hair, not pushing yet. Just holding. “Suck it slow. Make it last.”
I took him in, inch by fucking inch and relaxed my throat, letting him fill my mouth until my nose brushed his balls and held there. Swallowed around him.
He groaned. “Jesus. That throat.”
I hummed, the vibration making his hips twitch.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
I held them at the small of my back and let him control everything.
He started guiding me with slow up and down his massive cock. Not fucking my face yet. Just using my mouth like a toy. Letting me taste every part of him, every vein.
“You like that?” he asked quietly. “Being on your knees in my office while my daughter sleeps down the hall?”
I moaned around him and nodded as best I could.
“Bet you’re dripping already.” He pulled me off with a wet pop. “Show me.”
I sat back on my heels, tugged my briefs down just enough to let my cock out of them. It slapped against my stomach.
“Look at that,” he said, voice rough. “Not even touching yourself and you’re this hard.”
“All for you,” I whispered.
He reached down, wrapped his fist around me and gave me one slow stroke.
“Oh fuck.” I bucked into it.
“Stay still,” he warned. “You come when I say.”
I bit my lip. Nodded.
He stood up, and towered over me.
Then shoved his chair back.
“Up. Bend over the desk.”