Until You (At First Sight 3)

“Do you need any help in there? I also like taking stock. I’m really good at—”

“Holy shit,” I groaned as he deep-throated me again. “Yeah, you get it. You just fucking get it.”

“Thank you,” Mildred said through the door. “I do get it, don’t I? Oh, and thank you for telling me about the card! It was so thoughtful of you to ruin the surprise, especially since I don’t do well with surprises. I really liked how you just signed your name without even writing any other message. That was very… sweet.”

“So sweet,” I said to Vince, grabbing the sides of his head, fingers digging into his scalp. His skin was flushed and he was nodding at me, letting me know what he wanted.

So I just skull-fucked the shit out of him.

r />

“It was,” Mildred said. “And the cheesecake looks good.”

“Damn good,” I grunted, feeling my dick hit the back of his throat. “Looks so good.”

“It really does. I’m supposed to be on a diet, but it’s my birthday. I think I’m allowed to cheat.”

“Gonna go in your mouth,” I warned Vince. “You’re gonna need to swallow it all.”

“Oh,” Mildred said. “Don’t you worry about that! I’m perfectly capable of eating every last bite. It’s why I’m on a diet to begin with! You know, it’s a funny story, actually. Cheesecake happens to be my favorite food, so that’s why we have it today!”

“Oh, I’m just gonna make you take it,” I moaned. “Take all of it, okay?” He tapped my thigh to let me know he was good to go.

Mildred laughed. “You won’t have to make me take anything. You might even need to make me stop!”

“Don’t stop. Holy shit, don’t stop.”

“Oh well,” she said. “I suppose you’re right. I mean, if we don’t have the things that make us happy, what do we really have? Thank you, Paul. I think I needed to hear that today of all days.”

“You ready to eat it?” I said roughly to Vince. “Gonna eat it all?”

He nodded, cheeks wet.

“So ready,” Mildred said. “Maybe I will eat it all. Oh, that’s so terrible of me, but it’s my cake, isn’t it? So what if my doctor said I’m one gram of sugar away from being diabetic and losing my foot. It’s my birthday.”

“Yesssssss,” I said as I came in Vince’s mouth. “Oh fuck, yesssss. Do it, fucking do it.”

His throat worked around me as he swallowed like a champ, only the smallest amount dribbling out around my dick and onto his chin.

“Yes!” Mildred said. “I will do it. In fact, I’m going to go do it right now! Best. Birthday. Ever.”

“Fuck,” I panted out, my dick sliding from Vince’s mouth. He looked wrecked, face wet, lips swollen. I leaned down and kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. He melted into the kiss, whining into my mouth.

And so I did what any good fiancé would do: I unsnapped his slacks, reached in his underwear, gripped his dick, and jerked him off while he groaned against my tongue. It didn’t take long before he came, making a mess of his underwear and my hand.

It took a few moments of us breathing heavily against each other, his forehead pressed against mine, eyes closed.

Finally, he said, “I’m going to marry you, Paul Auster. I’m going to marry you and we’re going to live happily for the rest of our lives. You’re all I could ever want.”

I sighed, not even trying to keep the smile off my face. “You’re so weird,” I muttered.

He grinned at me as he opened his eyes. “Back at ya.” Then he grimaced. “Wow, coming in your pants does not feel good when it’s over. I’m gonna have to lose the underwear.”

Because that was knowledge I needed. Knowing that Vince would be walking around the office commando for the rest of the day was going to make this the worst day ever.

Vince chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, pulling my hand out of his underwear, trying not to get jizz on his slacks.