Rejection (The Mate Games 2)

“Here. Drink some of this. It will sort you right out.”

“I don’t have time for this, Eugene. I need to get back to work.”

“But I just poured myself a new glass...”

I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around him as I worked over his length, my hand cupping his balls and making him clamp down on my hair harder.

“Jesus and all the saints,” he muttered.

“Fine. I’ll leave, but I’m taking your chianti with me. Ignore this if you want, but it isn’t going to go away. Sunday Fallon is a problem we need to sort out.”

“I’ll sort her. Now get out.”

I worked Caleb harder as Professor Moriarty’s footsteps moved away, wanting to see if I could make him come before the door shut. His cock throbbed in my mouth, breaths coming in sharp pants with every passing moment.

“Oh, by the way, Caleb,” Moriarty started.

“Fecking hell, Eugene. Leave me be.”

He was swelling in my mouth, thighs trembling, and I knew he was about to blow. Maybe I could send him over the edge and win this little game of mine. I let go of his balls and moved my hand farther back, sliding across his taint and exerting pressure as I did.

“If you don’t take care of her, I will. You should know that.” Moriarty’s words were cold, but I wasn’t focused on the implication in them. I had a priest to defile.

“I said I’d handle it, you great bloody wanker. Now fuck... off!” Caleb roared. The sound of shattering glass alerted me to the fact he’d just thrown his drink at the other man. I wonder if he’d been aiming for the wall or if he was distracted.

The door creaked open as Moriarty huffed. “You really are an arsehole.”

Caleb’s balls tightened up as my finger probed the tight ring of muscle at his ass.

The door slammed shut, the wood protesting the force of it.

And then his entire body tensed, a tortured moan leaving him as he swelled further in my mouth and spilled jet after jet of his cum down my throat.

His taut muscles went lax with his release. He was still breathing heavily when he pushed his chair back to look down at me. I couldn’t stop my smirk, and when I reached up and ran my thumb over the corner of my mouth where some of his spend had escaped, he whispered, “Christ almighty, Sunday.”

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“Yes, you have. Repeatedly. Now get out of my office before I do something I’ll regret.”

Prior to tonight, I might have been stung by his dismissal. But still alight with the glow of my victory, I ignored the brusque words and focused only on the affection in his gaze. He could send me away as many times as he wanted. I would just keep coming back.

He couldn’t resist me forever. Especially when I knew he didn’t want to.

“Miss Fallon.”

“Oh? Already calling me back? I thought you were kicking me out.”

“There’s the small matter of your punishment we have to see to before you leave.”

“Will it require me to get back on my knees?”

His eyes flashed. “No, actually. It will require you to keep your hands to yourself.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What?”

“I can smell your wet cunt from here. But the only one who gets your orgasm is me. I figure it’s only fair since you just stole mine without permission.”

“You didn’t tell me no. And your fingers in my hair held my head in place as you fucked my mouth. Don’t tell me I stole anything.”

Sharp eyes locked on mine, fire flickering in them as he continued like I hadn’t just schooled him. “So go home. Get in your bed. And think on your sins. And if you make yourself come before I tell you to, I’ll know, and you’ll be in even more trouble. Trust me. You don’t want to find out what happens if you break my rules.”

Yes, I do. I really, really do.

Instead of protesting, I smirked, my voice coy and teasing as I started back for the door. “Goodnight, Daddy.”

His growl made me grin.

Caleb could deny it all he wanted. He was mine.

And I would have him.