“That’s great. Seems people like this idea. I always said Wilder was the best social network out there,” Dylan said absently, staring at the screen. That had Tristan’s hand moving in longer strokes across his leg. That switched Dylan’s focus. He watched that hand move further up his thigh. All the while, Tristan’s attention remained on the screen.
He had to give Wilder credit—this had been an incredible day. The whole community was excited about this merger. The mayor gave Tristan a key to the city for moving part of Wilder, Inc. to Dallas. Teri and the kids were perfect. The fight from earlier faded as they smiled and acted respectful and courteous. Although there was a small amount of whining behind the scenes about their cheeks hurting from all the grinning they had to do.
He heard about the hashtag earlier in the day. Chad was the first to catch the trend performing so well. The three of them followed the posts all day, giving him a regular whispered blow by blow when any big news agency or celebrity posted or retweeted about the merger. Cate was most excited that one of the guys from One Direction sent a shout out, commenting something about her and Chloe being the secret behind Secret. That was the only time they broke from the charming children they presented to the world. Cate squeaked out a yell and ran straight to him, interrupting an interview. But that was taken as normal, fun teenage conduct, making the whole company seem a little more down to earth and accessible.
The other huge success of the day, drawing his attention away from the festivities was the heightened usage both Secret and Wilder were experiencing. As a company, they prepared for the extra jolt, something a large team of technicians stayed out of the activities to handle and monitor closely for any problems.
He made a mental note to work on the Landry issue regardless of what Tristan said. He knew the guy wouldn’t like the way this all played out. He prayed, for the time being, they could continue on this course and he didn’t sabotage anything out of frustration. They needed the synergy both offices were building in order to make this thing a success.
The feel of Tristan’s palm stroking his leg made it hard to think of anything other than what he truly needed at that moment—to see Tristan spread out on his office table, damn the consequences. The adrenaline coursing through him had him gripping Tristan’s hand and guiding the palm to his dick. Tristan grinned up at him and squeezed through his pants. The look of lust that flashed across Tristan’s eyes had his cock plumping even more. He already wanted Tristan so bad he hurt. Tristan didn’t waste any time unfastening his belt and trousers. Tristan’s strong hands stroked him lightly, almost reverently.
“I wanted to do this all day.” Tristan growled and pushed Dylan’s slacks and underwear down around his thighs, then leaned in and mouthed his shaft. Tristan’s warm tongue licked and flicked at his sensitive tip before engulfing him in all that hot wet heat.
“Feels good.” Dylan arched his hips forward and watched Tristan’s blond head move back and forth on his dick. Yeah, he’d wanted Tristan’s mouth on him all day too.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your mouth?” Dylan slid his hands into Tristan’s hair and urged him on. His knees about buckled when Tristan did that swirly thing with his fist and tongue. He pumped his hips forward, pulling Tristan’s head into his thrust, fucking his hot mouth with abandon. His need to possess this man was overpowering. Tristan gagged around him but he couldn’t stop his movement; it felt too damn good, and hearing Tristan gag turned him on even more. He was being rougher than usual, but Tristan wasn’t complaining. In fact, his lover’s actions suggested he was into the moment as much as Dylan.
When his dick hit the back of Tristan’s throat, Tristan moaned around him. The vibrations rushed through his body and settled in his balls. Dylan picked up his pace and thrust into Tristan’s mouth. He loved how Tristan alternated between squeezing his balls while rubbing and pressing his fingers into the area behind them. The suction of that warm wet mouth was entirely too much. He was going to come before they even got started if he didn’t do something now.
He pulled out of Tristan’s mouth and used his fingers to tilt Tristan’s head back. His lover’s eyes lifted to meet his as he spoke. “I want you spread across this table or my desk. And we’re both gonna come while I’m buried deep in your tight ass.” Tristan groaned at his suggestion, and his own body tightened at the sound of Tristan’s approval.
Tristan unfastened his pants and shoved them down his legs as he rushed to stand. He kicked his shoes off to the side and stepped out of his pants, leaving them in a bundle on the office floor.
Damn! The guy’s gorgeous. Tristan’s grin was back in place as he strolled over to Dylan’s desk and shoved his papers and things to the side.
“So is that a yes?” Dylan smiled at the look Tristan gave him.
“Of course. You have all the best ideas.” The guy unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor, but didn’t bother to remove his tie, which was hot as hell. Dylan couldn’t take his eyes off Tristan. He stood quietly as he took in the sight in front of him. Tristan had on a black jock strap that framed his perfect bubble butt. God, that man was going to be the death of him.
“This how you want me? Bent over your desk like this?” Tristan’s voice drew his attention from the thoughts building in his head. Dylan watched as Tristan spread his legs, pushed his ass out, and looked over his shoulder at him. Dylan squeezed the base of his own dick. He could have come just from the sight of Tristan’s tempting ass alone.