Page 11 of Rebrand

God, I want him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, bringing me back to reality.

“I’m going to come in my pants, and that would ruin them.”

He stares at me, then breaks into incredulous laughter. “Seriously? You’re prioritizing your pants over getting off?”

I lean in and gently scrape my teeth over the sharp edge of his jaw, just because I’ve wanted to for weeks and I finally can. He makes a low sound that goes straight to my dick.

“I’ll buy you new pants,” he promises wildly, but I shake my head.

“You can’t ruin yours either,” I order.

“Damian, be reasonable. We don’t have time to get naked, and there’s no other way to guarantee?—”

I shove him back a step and drop to my knees. This isn’t good for my pants either, but honestly, I’m more worried about his. Kane might decide to buy it later, but for now, the tux is on loan from Phallacy. Cum stains would not be cool.

“Oh,” he says, watching as I slide down his zipper. “Well… okay then. Me first, and then I’ll do you.”

I don’t bother to tell him that as soon as he comes, we’re finding a back door and going back to my place. The refractory time of a forty-year-old is longer than that of a man in his latetwenties, and I plan to eke out every second of sensation I can from my first orgasm tonight.

I already know one won’t be enough.

His cock is hot and hard in my hand, and I grip it firmly, loving the way Kane’s breath stutters when I do. He must have been as close to coming as I was, because the tip is weeping precum, and as I lick it away, he bucks against my mouth.

“So impatient,” I murmur, then open wide and take him in. The weight of him pressing against my tongue is everything I’ve needed this past month, and when I look up at the greedy expression on his face, I know he’s felt the same.

After a few shallow bobs to tease, I take him deep, wringing a sound from him that echoes like music in my ears.

“Christ, Damian, you look… This feels…” His hands come to grip my hair, his hips jerking slightly in a way that tells me he’s dying to thrust.

I slide back, keeping the suction as tight as I can manage, then go deep again, taking him all the way into my throat.

His hands tighten as he comes, and I roll my eyes up to watch his agonized pleasure.

When he sags, letting go of me, I draw back and lick the last traces of cum from him. He’s breathing hard when I tuck his cock back into his pants and zip them, but he pulls himself together enough to offer me a hand getting up.

“Give me one second to catch my breath,” he pants, but I shake my head, lean in to kiss him again, then pull back.

“Not here. I want you to take your time with me. Come back to mine? I can promise you orgasms and a hot breakfast in the morning.”

A slow smile curves his lips. “Orgasms and a hot breakfast, huh?”

“Yeah.” I search his face. “Is that not what you want?”

It’s his turn to steal a kiss, and then he reaches past me to open the door. “Oh, I want that. It might not be enough, but it’s a great place to start.”

I follow him out, smirking. Kane might have been nervous about tonight, but like I’ve been telling him all along: a rebrand opens doors to new opportunities.

And us, together, is going to be the best one.