GREGORY's POV

His length, still hard and leaking, throbbed in front of me irresistibly. I licked my lips, swallowed down my shame… and leaned in. The desk looming above like an altar.

He gripped my hair—gentle enough to guide, firm enough to command. “Open for me,” he ordered, and I parted my lips, my tongue flicking out.

He guided his length into my mouth. As he pushed his length in, even the cool metal of the desk couldn't distract me from the heat emanating from his length while filling my damn mouth up.

He tested me by pulling his length deeper into my throat, choking me and letting my throat...