someone wanted jack eating sushi off rhys’ body
Rhys hung only a foot or so off of the ground but with the binders holding his arms behind his back and his legs together, he couldn’t move much even if he wanted to. His head was held up in a similar fashion, with a leather sling beneath the back of his skull preventing any pain in his spine. Which was good because…Jack really was taking his time.
Rhys hung completely undressed and exposed beneath Jack’s eyes. A chair stood pulled up half underneath his body, allowing Jack to sit as if Rhys’ body was a table. And indeed that’s what Jack was using him as.
Jack had never made sushi for Rhys before but apparently he had a talent for it, considering he’d delicately sliced up all these pretty little pieces of fish while Rhys was hanging. His skin twitched where the cold fish and rice met his skin, still shivering from when Jack had lovingly placed each piece on different parts of his body, from his chest all the way down to his hips. He’d even garnished them with citrus and cucumbers cut into flowery shapes.
“Rhysie…you look so damn delicious. Mmm.” Jack groaned, forgoing any kind of utensils as he reached for a piece of meaty, maroon fish rested in the hollow just above Rhys’ hip. He tilted his head to the side, watching Jack lick his lips as he lifted the delicate morsel. A little moan spilled from Rhys’ lips as he watched Jack eat, his stomach gurgling and groin tingling with confused feelings of hunger and arousal.
“Even tastier served atop you, kitten.” Jack leered down upon him, eyeing another piece of sushi, this time right besides Rhys’ nipple. But instead of reaching out with his hand, he instead bent over, using only his lips and tongue to pick it up in his mouth.
Rhys moaned as Jack took his time, chewing slowly right up against his chest before pressing the flat of his tongue against his nipple once he’d finished. The bonds swayed slightly as he shivered, arching up his chest as best he could against Jack’s mouth, desperate for more friction.
“Careful…” Jack purred as he finally lifted his head and looked up towards Rhys. “Wouldn’t want to disrupt such a perfect table-setting.”
Rhys whimpered, peeking the tip of his tongue out through his lips. He looked up at Jack,adopted his most needy expression as he parted his lips.
“Aw, you want a treat, baby? Hm…let’s see…” Jack’s hand hovered over Rhys’ body, before plucking a piece of shrimp up off of his trembling belly. It grumbled with hunger even as below his cock twitched with life. Whatever. He could deal with that afterwards.
“There we go…” Jack murmured as he lifted the sushi to Rhys’ open lips, pressing it slowly inside. Rhys groaned in pleasure, the food as wonderfully as anything else Jack made. The sweet, slightly iron taste of the shrimp melted with the slight vinegar tang of the rice, delighting on Rhys’ tongue as he chewed and swallowed it down.
“Guess it is more enjoyable if we share, huh?” Jack cupped the side of Rhys’ face, now looking hungry for something a lot more tantalizing than just the meal laid out in front of him.
Tag: long post
Kinktober Day 19: Formal Wear, Public
modern AU, kind of?
“I swear, this crazy bitch is trying to freeze the nuts off of me.” Jack shivered, chilly even with the dense suiting of his tuxedo covering him from head to toe.
“I dunno if she’s trying, but…I sure am glad I decided not to wear a ballgown,” Rhys mused, cradling a warm cup of tea as he gazed forlornly at the open bar. He was still debating whether or not to suck it up and grab a drink anyway. Maybe if he acted flirty enough the bartender would go through the trouble of making him a hot toddy.
It definitely felt a good couple degrees cooler than the average ballroom. And the decor—all blue and white and navy—didn’t help much either, though a part of him felt pleased his tuxedo matched the cool theme. Maybe the temperature it was to ensure the large ice sculpture of Aurelia Hammerlock in the center of the ball didn’t melt?
“I’m telling you, she’s got it out for me. She complained about the heater last time she visited Hyperion. This is revenge.” Jack scowled, spying the the baroness’s signature hairstyle above the crowd of guests.
“Hey…even if it’s a little cold, I came here to have a good time. Don’t go getting into any fights,” Rhys admonished, tugging Jack away from the crowd and near one of the smaller stairwells branching off of the main ballroom. Rhys slid his finger over the glossy face of the watch wrapped around Jack’s wrist, feeling how his pulse quickened underneath.
“Oh? What, you gonna warm me up, kitten?” Jack winked, sufficiently distracted as Rhys tucked them both behind the ornate banister, out of sight from the rest of the party.
“If that’ll stop you from making a scene…sure.” Rhys pushed on Jack’s shoulders until he sat upon one of the carpeted steps, his tuxedo tails trailing out between his spread legs. Rhys was happy he’d been able to sway Jack away from the bright yellow tux to a more respectable charcoal black. Accents of gold in the lapel and pocket square looked much nicer.
Rhys got down on his knees a couple steps below Jack, leaving his head more or less level with his groin. He fiddled with the fly of his pants, drawing it down and letting Jack’s clothed cock push free. Rhys plucked the waistband halfway down, easy to cover up should someone try coming up or down the stairs.
He kissed the side of Jack’s cock, tongue flicking out from between his lips to trail along the skin. The din of the party echoed around them, Aurelia’s high laughter a standout. Rhys felt Jack tense under his hands.
“Easy…” Rhys murmured, trailing his lips up the side of Jack’s cock to the top, where he took it into his mouth. Thankfully, that seemed to do the trick, distracting Jack from his grudge as Rhys easily pushed half of his length into his mouth.
“Ooh, kitten,” Jack breathed, hand reaching out to grasp the back of Rhys’ head. Gelled hair crackled under his fingers as Jack pulled him in closer, causing Rhys to brace a knee on a higher step.
It didn’t take long to get Jack coming down his throat, the CEO relaxing as all tension drained out of him. Rhys sucked it all down without spilling a drop, dabbing his lips with his pocket square before deftly tucking it back against his chest.
“Better?” Rhys purred as he zipped Jack back into his pants, only for the CEO’s grip in his hair to tighten and yank him up into a passionate kiss.
“Now? Yes.” Jack licked his lips when he pulled away, patting the side of his head. “Thanks to my little personal heater.”
Kinktober Day 18: Latex, Role Reversal
Rhys really liked the feeling of the bodysuit against his skin.
Though he would’ve preferred a nice blue design to contrast with the tight black latex, yellow suited him just fine. Besides, color was secondary to how the fabric sucked him in just right, clinging to his thighs and supporting his ass. He felt lithe and limber and sexy, drawing Jack’s eyes as he walked around him in a tight circle.
“You really are a pretty boy, aren’t you…” Rhys purred as he leaned over Jack’s shoulder, fingers trailing along the back of his chair. Jack wasn’t bound but kept his hands in his lap on Rhys’ command, unable to make the first move nor touch him at all until Rhys said so.
“A lot more well-behaved than I thought you’d be…usually you’re real bad about touching things without permission.” He slid around to Jack’s front, slick and supple in his suit as he stuck his boot right between his spread legs. He pressed his toe forward, feeling the bulge forming in Jack’s crotch. He grunted, his hands lacing tighter in his lap, but he managed to keep his cool. Rhys’ cock twitched within the tight confines of his suit, pleased at Jack’s resolve—and his subservience.
“Okay. I’m bored with the game now,” Rhys said as he settled his boot back onto the floor, only to pull himself up onto the chair a moment later, his knees digging into the seat on either side of Jack’s thighs to bring his crotch almost level with his mouth. Rhys felt thankful most of his height was in his legs. He only had to pull Jack’s head down a little bit to get his lips pressed up against the glossy bulge in his suit.
“There we go…” Rhys tightened his fingers in Jack’s hair as he finally parted his lips to suck against his groin, tongue pressing and lapping against the fabric until it grew wet and shiny. Rhys moaned, latex in the folds of his suit squeaking slightly as he shifted and squirmed atop his lover. Though separated by the thin layer of fabric he could still feel the pressure and pliability of Jack’s tongue working him over, encouraging his cock to full hardness. It had little space to grow with how tight Rhys’ suit was, making him grind his groin against Jack’s mouth to gain more friction.
Coming in such a skin-tight outfit was probably a bad idea, but with Jack’s expert mouth and lips working it over, Rhys figured it was worth the post-coital shower.
Kinktober Day 17: Collaring, Orgasm Denial
“You getting off on being treated like the bad boy you are?” Jack tutted, shaking his head at the man lying on the floor beneath him. “Well, that’s not gonna do at all, pumpkin.”
Rhys panted, his throat flexing beneath the collar wrapped around his neck. Jack held the lead taunt, keeping him from laying down completely. He braced himself awkwardly on his elbows, his thighs rubbing together as he tried to catch some friction on his cock. He was almost there.
“What did I just say? You’re pushing your luck.” Jack tugged Rhys’ collar as he nudged the toe of his shoe in between his thighs, rubbing it against his straining cock. “I don’t think it’d be right to let you get off just yet.”
“But sir—“ Any pleading Rhys had in mind was cut off as Jack pressed the sole of his shoe hard against Rhys’ cock, the texture of the treads harsh and gritty enough to snap him away from the edge of orgasm. Rhys swore, voice raspy thanks to the collar and the denial strangling him out of his pleasure. “Shit, Jack—“
“And bad language?” The CEO sounded amused, even as he pulled Rhys’ lead so hard he forced him into a half-sitting position. He rubbed his shoe all over Rhys’ cock before pressing down where it met his balls. The young man squirmed, trying to put on his best distressed pout.
“Sir, please…I’m sorry…please, just let me cum,” he whimpered, straining his voice into something truly plaintive. Not speaking to Jack’s mercy—Rhys knew that was a slim chance—but rather the bulge already evident in his pants. Surely if he acted needy enough, Jack would want to do something with it.
Thankfully it seemed to do the trick, because Jack soon lifted his foot from Rhys’ groin. He even crouched down to grasp Rhys’ chin, pressing a rewarding kiss to the side of his mouth.
“Suppose you should train a good boy with a mix of punishment and treats, huh?” Jack straightened back up, keeping one hand clenched around Rhys’ leash as the other pulled down the fly of his pants.
Kinktober Day 17: Seduction, Masturbation
Jack had been eyeing this middle manager for a couple of weeks now.
Henderson must know his type, because he just kept sending this long-legged cutie over and over again to read the department reports. He could easily just send them to Jack’s inbox, but nah. Give him the full, in-person treatment. Usually Jack would be annoyed having to entertain the stammering reporting of some loser, but this kid—this omega—looked fine as hell.
Jack barely even paid attention to what he was saying half the time, so lost in ogling him from head to toe. Jack loved slender little things like this, with a hint of curves under his dress slacks his hair slicked back like he was trying to prove he wasn’t a total nerd. But Jack could smell the fanboy on him, and he was sure if he propositioned the kid he’d have him bent over his desk in no time.
But playing the long-game could, occasionally, be more fun.
Jack was being bold today. He already had his belt unbuckled by the time Rhys walked up to his desk, and as soon as the omega started to speak he untucked his cock out of his boxers.
“Business as usual, huh kitten?” Jack purred, keeping up a totally nonchalant front as he slid slightly lower in his chair, eyes lazily fixed on the omega. Rhys only cleared his throat and nodded, still a little shy even after all these weeks. Well. Let’s see if Jack could fix that.
As Rhys spoke, relating all the dull findings and figures from his department, Jack started to stroke his cock. He moved slowly in complete, up and down motions, enjoying the weight and warmth in his hand—as well as the knowledge Rhys had no clue what he was doing under the desk. He kept his smirk with only the usual lecherous touch, wanting to keep Rhys unawares for as long as possible.
Though the twitch in Rhys’ nostrils as he tried to focus on the report was endearing. Jack knew he must be exuding more than just his baseline of alpha hormones right now. Rhys might not be able to see his cock but surely he could smell at least a sliver of Jack’s need and arousal. Omegas had a keen sense of smell, after all.
Jack continued to stroke off his cock anyways, wanting to test how long Rhys could last. He noted the twitches in the young man’s expression, and a couple of times he sniffed audibly, like he was clearing a cold. Jack knew better. He knew he was getting to him.
He kept going, not jerking it as fast as he maybe wanted but keeping it slow and measured. Enough that his pheromones would slowly fill the office, and especially the meager space between him and Rhys. His scent, his influence over all those who encountered him, not just omegas, made him feel powerful—just as his guns and loaders and space station did.
“I…sir…” Rhys suddenly stopped in the middle of the report, lowering the tablet. “If you’d rather me come back later, I can do that?”
“Oh? Why?” Jack chuckled, leaning forward on the hand not currently occupied. “But I have so much fun just listening to you talk.”
“Um…yeah…I can gather…” Oh, the little red blush on Rhys’ cheeks looked just divine. Had he figured it out already?
“You know…” Jack purred, his hand slowing to a crawl beneath the table in anticipation. “We could have a lot more fun if we did more than just talk, sugar.”
Rhys’ blush darkened, and he held the tablet closer to his chest like it could shield him from Jack’s looming pheromones.
“I don’t know if that’s…um…I’m on the clock…” The excuses were weak, and Jack could tell Rhys knew it. He smiled wider.
“Hendy won’t ever know, sugar.” Jack squeezed his cock, pre-cum bubbling over the edge. No doubt Rhys could smell it. “C’mon. I’ve read your file. I know you must be dying for something like this.”
And Rhys was. At least that’s what Jack concluded, once the omega finally circled around the desk to see what the he had been hiding beneath it.
Kinktober Day 29: Double Penetration, Glory Hole
Rhys didn’t know whose cock he was sucking through the hole in the bathroom stall wall, but the rough hands on his hips were familiar, as was the dick spreading his hole open.
Jack seemed unconcerned with the identity of the man in the other stall, apparently not minding a stranger’s dick in his boyfriend’s mouth as long as he could still plow Rhys into the wall. In fact Jack’s thrusts forced him even farther on the anonymous cock, encouraging him to suck and lap at the shaft in his mouth as Jack rolled his hips hard against Rhys’ rear.
“Good boy…” The CEO whispered, keeping his voice low as to not alert the other man to his presence. Rhys thought it a little silly—if the stranger hadn’t figured out there was more than one person in the stall besides him, then he probably had moonstones for brains—and yet Jack’s quiet, gravelly tone only encouraged Rhys’ arousal.
He almost wished they could reveal themselves at the end—he kind of wanted to see the look on this guy’s face when he realized he’d been this close to Handsome Jack himself, fundamentally connected by the bridge of Rhys’ own body. Someone deviant enough to explore a bathroom glory hole on Helios surely had fantasies about the big boss himself. And yet he would never know how close he came.
Rhys smirked, lips pulled smugly even over the cock in his mouth. This guy would never know what it was like to have Handsome Jack at your beck and call, to be so prized that he insisted on fucking you even as you sucked a stranger’s cock.
Rhys slurped and lapped noisily at the shaft in his mouth, growing less and less focused as Jack picked up his pace and hammered into that spot that made Rhys squirm over and over again. Saliva collected on the edge of his lips as he lazily sucked the stranger’s cock, attention drawn away to his boyfriend as Jack thrust forward one more time and came with a hiss—and a groan far louder than any he’d let out before.
“Yes, cupcake, yes!”
Rhys hummed in surprise as the cock in his mouth suddenly drew away, leaving a trail of spit and pre-cum running down his chin. He blinked, confused at the suddenly empty hole in front of him. But before he could piece together what had happened or why exactly their mysterious third partner had turned tail and ran Jack’s hands were grasping at his cock and jerking him through his orgasm.
“…At least one of us has the decency to finish what he started, huh?” Jack chuckled into Rhys’ ear, given up completely on staying quiet now as he rubbed his lover’s shaft. It didn’t take long for Rhys to come against the wall of the stall, his legs wobbling as he leaned up against it and let Jack support him from behind.
“Kind of a shame…think I was getting him really close…” Rhys mumbled, licking the mess around his lips. “Pretty sure you scared ‘em off, handsome…”
Jack kissed against the side of his head, surprisingly affectionate for a man who’d just finished screwing his boyfriend in the bathroom.’
“Eh.” Jack shrugged, his arms looping tighter about Rhys’s waist. “Some people just can’t handle the truth, pumpkin.”
Kinktober Day 29: Sleepy Sex, Massage
“Ugh,” Rhys moaned as he flopped down on the couch and planted his face into a pillow. His entire upper body smarted, like it did sometimes when he exerted his cybernetic arm too much. He didn’t remember doing too much physical today, but regardless, his muscles ached.
Thankfully, Jack was there to lend a helping hand.
“Just lie back, sugar. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Jack straddled him from behind, rolling the hem of Rhys’ undershirt up until it exposed most of his back. The young man hummed, turning his head to the side to look up at Jack as broad hands, slicked with scented oil, started to work into his tightened muscles.
“Oh…oh man, yes. That’s it…” Rhys moaned, body and eyes feeling heavy and relaxed as Jack rubbed and kneaded his back. He never knew his boyfriend to be so skilled with his hands, but oh he was just melting into this. A pleased smile spread over his lips as the smell of lavender and rosemary filled his nose. Jack’s fingers worked into the tense tissue, massaging it out until he lay so loose and lazy on the couch that he barely reacted when Jack’s hands started to move a little bit lower.
Rhys let out a small, interested moan when Jack’s oily digits started to peel back the waistband of his boxers. He wiggled languidly against the couch, holding his pillow to his face as Jack’s hands cupped his ass and started to gently stroke against the skin.
“Mmm…not sore down there…” Rhys murmured, against the fabric of his pillow. Through a half-closed eye he could see Jack over his shoulder, smiling sleepily at the lustful look on his boyfriend’s face.
“Well, not yet, pumpkin.” Jack winked, giving Rhys’ ass a firm rub.
“Don’t be too rough…” The young man mumbled after a moment, honestly just relaxed into the smell of the aromatic oils and the pressure of Jack’s hands. Still, pleasured feelings warmed in his groin as Jack caressed his ass, slipping a finger in between his cheeks to brush oil up against his hole. Rhys twitched, hips lazily rising up from the couch to meet his boyfriend’s palms.
“Oh, I’ll be delicate as a flower, sweetheart. Don’t you fret,” Jack whispered, fingertips stroking over Rhys’ entrance as he left more skin burnished with oil. “Just relax and look pretty, and daddy will take care of everything else for you.”
Kinktober Day 28: Striptease, Humiliation
Of course Rhys would screw up his first night on the job.
All he had to do was serve the drinks the bartender finished to the proper clients. Remembering what went where and to who wasn’t the hard part, but apparently keeping balance on his new pair of high-heeled work boots was too much of a task for him. So just as he ambled to the booth of well-dressed businessmen who’d ordered a round of the club’s signature cocktails one heel jiggled and slipped out from underneath him, causing the drinks to fly through the air and douse both Rhys and the man sitting closest to him.
Rhys gasped as the liquor soaked his clothes and dripped onto the floor. He nearly slipped again as he struggled to both keep his balance and figure out what to say to the man who’s fancy suit he’d just splashed. He clapped his hands over his mouth, mumbling out apologies as intense eyes fell over him. The rest of the man’s party fell silent, lips slightly parted, watching the both of them intently as if they expected their companion to blow up.
But the man only smiled as he lifted a hand to his nose and sniffed it.
“You know, I was really looking forward to trying out this cocktail, pumpkin.” He slid around in the booth until he faced Rhys, legs parted and elbow leaned on the table. Rhys swallowed, feeling the eyes of the patrons of the other tables on him as they started to whisper and gossip. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from this man and the way he appraised Rhys with sharp eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to try to apologize, his voice locked on a stutter.
“I’d ask you to bring us another round but I don’t wanna risk you dropping them all over the place, sugar. But don’t worry, I ain’t mad. Not really.” The man snickered, gaze dragging over Rhys’ legs and up his lanky torso. “You’re clothes are all wet and sticky now, aren’t they? Can’t be comfortable. How about you take them off?”
Rhys’ racing thoughts suddenly ground to a halt at that. What? Was that a joke? He…he didn’t really want him stripping down in the middle of a busy club, right?
“I—no, it’s okay, I’ll just…I’ll just get my boss—“
“Nah. I don’t want your boss, pumpkin.” The man leaned in, teeth showing through his widened smile. “C’mon. You’ll feel better. I insist.”
Rhys didn’t know why he didn’t just go get his manager anyway. It wasn’t like servers were completely beholden to the club’s customers anyway. This guy had already gone over the line asking him to take off his clothes.
And yet, Rhys found his fingers drifting to his tie anyway, as if the stranger’s eyes were hypnotizing him to do his bidding.
He let the tie hang loose around his neck as he moved onto the black vest and then the white dress shirt clinging to his body. He peeled the wet fabric away from his skin after he popped each button. Murmurs drifted up from the other tables as well as the stranger’s companions, but the pleased smile and nod of approval from the man himself encouraged Rhys to keep going, even as embarrassment clouded his cheeks. He felt funny with this mix of shame and interest whirling in his belly, and as he started on his belt he wondered why no one had stopped him yet. Surely one of the others guests would have alerted his manager or one of the bouncers, but nothing happened until his pants fell to his knees. That’s when the stranger decided to touch him.
“There. Doesn’t that feel better?” He grinned as he settled a hand on Rhys’ hip, right where his blue boxers dug into his skin. “And this is really helping me forget the drink you spilled all over me, babe. Now nobody has to get fired tonight.”
Rhys nodded, his arms wrapped around his midsection. He looked down, mortification properly settling in when he saw his own half-naked body. He might have saved himself from losing his job but there wasn’t anything he could do for his dignity.
“Hey now, don’t be so weepy now, sugar,” the man’s voice melted from commanding to soothing as he urged Rhys to sit on his thigh. He dabbed at his cheek with a napkin he’d been using to wipe at his own damp skin. “No one here’s gonna get mad at you as long as you keep ol’ Jack happy. And right now? I’m very happy. Trust me.”
“O-Okay…” Rhys whimpered, still feeling stupid and ashamed now that he sat perched on this stranger’s—Jack’s—lap with half his clothes off and blush creeping down his neck. From the booth he could now see his boss peeking out from around the bar, but to Rhys’ surprise he didn’t look particularly upset—more relieved, even as Rhys sat in the lap of one of their guests. Confusion added to the muddle mess in Rhys’ stomach, but it seemed for the time being the stranger was correct.
“One of your little buddies will grab us replacement drinks. You’re gonna stay right here for the rest of the night…Rhys…” Jack read off his nametag as his arm squeezed around the young man’s waist. “And if we keep accidents to a minimum, you can expect a big fat tip outta it.”
Kinktober Day 27: Gun Play, Degradation
“You fucking bandits are always trying to test me, huh?” Nisha’s boots clicked against the wooden floors of the sheriff’s office. A pistol spun in her hands, sunlight filtering in through the old window shades winking along the barrel until she halted it in a threatening brandish.
The bound man at her feet spat, a little dribble of red spotting on the floor beneath him. She moved closer, the floorboards creaking underneath her weight as she came to a halt in front of her captive. The barrel of the gun pressed against the crook’s cheekbone, tilting his head to the side.
Pretty green and blue eyes flashed up at her from beneath heavy eyelids. He was pretty for a bandit. Too pretty to kill. There was a reason he was sitting on the floor in her office rather than hanging like rakk-bait from the gallows.
“Lucky you’re a bit of a looker. What, psychos didn’t try ripping your face off yet?” Her dark purple lips pulled in a smirk as she slid the end of the gun barrel down to the man’s angular jawline, following it with interest until she tucked the tip under his chin and pushed it up. The metal was still warm from the warning shot she’d fired earlier, right before she’d managed to subdue and hogtie this handsome stranger.
“I would say I don’t have much use for a pretty boy around here, but…things do get a little bit lonely. Could keep someone like you until I get bored.” She flicked the gun barrel up and over his chin to press it against his lips.
“Suck, bandit, and if you do a good job I won’t shoot you in the throat and string you up for everyone to see.” She growled softly and started to edge the gun into her captive’s mouth. It took only a moment for the man to comply, cracked lips parting as a pink tongue cradled the underside of the metallic tip. The hand not holding the grip of her pistol slowly moved to settle in the man’s hair, feeling the silk of each strand even under the grit of the Pandoran desert.
Might be a lost, pampered pretty-boy instead of a bandit, she thought as she shifted the gun barrel inside of the man’s mouth, pressing it against his tongue and urging him to properly suck. Those intense eyes hooded, focused on the task at hand as he started to get the hang of it.
Nisha’s teeth showed bright and sharp from behind her dark lips as she wound her fingers tighter in her captive’s hair. Honestly? If he learned to put his mouth to proper use, she couldn’t care less who he was or where he came from.
Kinktober Day 27: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Against a Wall
“Look at them…” Jack chuckled, eyeing the meeting just beyond the window he had Rhys pinned against. “Going about their business…no clue what’s happening just a couple of feet away…”
Rhys moaned, his breath fogging against the glass as he rubbed his cock up against it. Jack’s thrusts were unusually slow and even, like he wanted to savor this for as long as he could. The idea of fucking Rhys within spitting distance of his stuffed-shirt board of directors seemed to tickle Jack to no end.
“Two-way mirrors…frikkin’ genius invented this, huh pumpkin? You can watch anyone you want and they’ll have no idea…no idea I’ve got my dick out and inside you right under their noses. Hah! Hilarious.” Jack breathed against the side of Rhys’ neck, one hand sliding up the glass to pin Rhys’ wrist against it. “Of course…helps to have my pretty partner and crime to make it really sweet.”
“S-So you won’t stop telling me…” Rhys panted as he rolled his hips back against Jack, only for the CEO to bounce a particularly hard thrust against his ass. He moaned as he cock smeared agains the mirror, right against the back of one of the director’s chairs.
“Hah. Look at that.” Jack’s other hand moved around to pet Rhys’ dick. “Wonder if I can make you jizz all over the table once I’m through with you. What do you think?”
Rhys only moaned in response, less interested in Jack’s grudge against the directs and more absorbed in his arousal. Not that the sight of the unknowing men and women in front of him wasn’t doing anything for him. It danced just on the edge of shame, just enough to whet Rhys’ dirtier appetites. The directors always hated Jack’s more flamboyant, extravagant ideas, even if they eventually conceded thanks to coercion or violence, so the idea of fucking so close to them as they droned about quarter projections and design deadlines was priceless.
Shit. Maybe Rhys was a little more interested in feeding Jack’s grudges than he’d initially thought. He grunted when Jack pressed him harder up against the glass, cock grinding deep inside of him.
“Might even…consider taking out the wall next time…could you imagine?”
Though Rhys felt he wouldn’t be caught dead standing naked in front of Hyperion’s top executives, such a deviant idea and the way Jack purred it into his ear like a filthy secret had Rhys arching his back and coming, cock splashing an arc up against the mirror and over the impassive forms of the huddled executives.
“Mmm. You really creamed Derkowitz good…” Jack hummed in approval as he roughly pulled his cock out of Rhys’, taking the shaft in hand and shifting to stand a little right of Rhys’ shaky form. “Let’s see if I can get an even better shot.”
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