Nick spun him around again, dropping to his knees this time. The arrogant CEO on his knees should have felt like victory. Instead, it only heightened Liam’s submission. Nick looked up, water streaming down his chiseled face, eyes dark with hunger. He took Liam’s cock into his mouth in one smooth motion, deepthroating him without hesitation, throat muscles contracting around the length.

"Fuck...Nick!" Liam’s hands flew to Nick’s wet hair, gripping tight as his hips snapped forward. The heat, the suction, the way Nick’s tongue swirled under the head, it was too much. Nick’s fingers returned to his hole, thrusting in time with his mouth, nailing his prostate on every...