Cheek pressed against the desk and toes curling into the carpet, Royce wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out much longer when Jack suddenly grunted and seized behind him. One of his hands landed on Royce’s shoulder while the other remained at his hip. Jack took a good grip and thrusted one last time with Royce’s name falling off his lips.
“Sir,” Royce cried as Jack slipped out of him. Whimpered and sniffled. Probably pathetic, but Royce couldn’t bring himself to care. “Please…”
Rather than answer him, Jack gently turned him over so that he now laid on the desk. He got down on his knees and rested Royce’s legs over his shoulders so that he didn’t need to lift them.
“Whenever you need, little one,” he murmured. “You’ve been so good for me.”
Jack applied his mouth to Royce’s erection. No preamble. No warm up. He just took him fully into his mouth and sucked.