CHAPTER 2- TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP

The next morning, Logan arrived at the office before sunrise, determined to regain control. He’d barely slept, his mind replaying that shameful scene in his chair on loop. The way he’d come like a teenager just from imagining Damonn Vale’s mouth was Pathetic and weak. He would not let it happen again.

By nine o’clock, Damon strolled in wearing another sinful outfit, a crisp light blue shirt that hugged his lean, toned torso and dark trousers that looked almost painted on. The top two buttons were undone, revealing the delicate bop of his Adam's apple.

“Morning, Mr. Wale,” Damon said cheerfully, setting a coffee on Logan’s desk. “Black, two sugars. Just how you like it.”

Logan didn’t look up from his monitor. “I didn’t ask for coffee.”

“You didn’t have to.” Damon leaned over the desk to place a folder down, deliberately giving Logan a close view of his chest and the smooth skin disappearing into his shirt. “Thought I’d be useful. Since I’m here to serve and all.”

The word “serve” landed like a punch to Logan’s groin. His cock stirred despite his best efforts. He gripped his pen tighter.

“Get to work. The quarterly projections need reviewing. And... keep your distance.”

Damon smiled sweetly. “Yes, Sir.”

Throughout the day, Damon was a constant torment. He bent over cabinets in the outer office, ass perfectly displayed. He “accidentally” brushed his fingers along Logan’s hand when handing documents. Every time Logan looked up, Damon was watching him with those hungry hazel eyes, lips slightly parted.

By seven in the evening, most of the staff had gone home. Logan was on his third cup of coffee, trying to focus on the upcoming international conference call with investors. The door to his office remained unlocked, he refused to give Damon the satisfaction of thinking he needed privacy.

Damon entered without knocking, carrying more reports. “These are ready. Anything else you need before I go...or?”

Logan’s jaw clenched. “I have a call in five minutes, make yourself disappear.”

Damon snorted, but he didn't leave. Instead, he sat across the chair from Logan, close enough that Logan could smell his subtle cologne, something expensive and dangerously seductive.

The video call connected before he could send him away. Logan straightened, switching to his cold, commanding CEO voice as he greeted the investors. The discussion turned serious quickly, numbers, projections, market risks.

Damon watched him with dark fascination. Then, without warning, he slid off the chair and dropped gracefully to his knees, disappearing beneath the desk.

Logan’s eyes widened. He froze mid-sentence as Damon’s hands spread his thick thighs apart.

“Mr. Wale? You were saying something about the Asian market expansion?” one investor asked through the speakers.

Logan cleared his throat, voice strained. “Yes… the projections show a twelve percent growth if we...shit.”

Damon’s fingers worked open his belt and zipper with practiced ease. Logan’s cock sprang out, already half-hard and thickening rapidly. He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as Damon wrapped warm fingers around the base and gave one slow, teasing stroke.

Fuck. Stop. Someone could walk in any second.

But he didn’t push Damon away. He couldn’t. Not when that hot, wet mouth hovered so close he could feel Damon’s breath ghosting over the sensitive head.

Damon looked up from under the desk, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. He licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip, then swirled his tongue around the leaking slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum like it was candy.

Logan’s voice hitched. “I apologize. I was saying, if we follow the statistics I sent via email, we'll be...ughhh... we'll be well on our way to top sales this month again.”

Damon took him deeper. The wet heat enveloped the head, then more, sucking gently while his tongue pressed against the underside. Logan’s hips jerked involuntarily. He reached down with one hand, tangling his fingers in Damon’s soft hair, not sure if he wanted to pull him off or force him deeper.

Damon moaned quietly around his cock, a low, filthy vibration that nearly made Logan groan out loud. He started bobbing his head, taking more with each pass until Logan’s thick length hit the back of his throat. Damon didn’t gag. He relaxed and swallowed, sucking hard.

Logan’s free hand clenched into a fist on the desk. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Questions? No? Moving on to the European division…”

Under the desk, Damon worked him like a pro, sloppy, and loud enough that Logan prayed the microphone didn’t pick it up. Saliva dripped down his shaft, coating his balls as Damon took him to the root again and again.

The risk made it so fucking sexy. The door was unlocked, he was on a fucking business call with international clients. Heck, anyone could walk in and see the great Logan Wale getting his cock sucked under his desk by another man.

The thought pushed him closer to the edge.

Damon pulled off just long enough to whisper, voice hoarse, “You’re so fucking big, Sir… Use my throat. I can take it.”

Then he dove back down, sucking harder, faster. Logan’s grip tightened in his hair. He started thrusting shallowly into that perfect, wet mouth, fucking Damon’s face while continuing the call in a voice that was growing rougher by the second.

“Gentlemen… I think we’ve covered the main points. I’ll send the full report tomorrow.”

He ended the call abruptly, slamming the laptop shut.

The second the screen went dark, Logan lost control.

He shoved his chair back slightly and gripped Damon’s head with both hands, fucking into his mouth with deep, punishing strokes. Damon moaned loudly now, eyes watering, throat bulging as he took every inch like a greedy slut.

“Fuck you little whore,” Logan growled, voice breaking. “Sucking me off while I’m on a million-dollar call? You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Damon nodded frantically, humming affirmatively around his cock. His own erection strained against his trousers, untouched.

Logan’s balls drew up tight. The pressure built fast and vicious. “Take it. Take every fucking drop”

He came with a guttural groan, flooding Damon’s throat. Thick, heavy spurts pulsed down Damon’s throat as Logan held him flush against his pelvis, hips stuttering. Damon swallowed greedily, not wasting a single drop, eyes locked on Logan’s face the entire time.

When Logan finally pulled out, Damon gasped for air, lips swollen and shiny with spit. A string of saliva connected his bottom lip to the head of Logan’s cock.

Logan stared down at him, chest heaving, disgust and lust warring inside his chest.

“This changes nothing,” he snarled, tucking himself away with shaking hands. “I’m not… I'm not gay.”

Damon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled, voice raspy. “Whatever you say, Sir. But your cock seems to disagree.”

Logan stood up sharply and stormed toward the door, leaving Damon still kneeling under the desk, looking thoroughly used and far too satisfied.