He cleared his throat. Okay, it was the first time in a lot of years, but not the first time ever that Dev had placed him in this position. He could get through this. He cleared his throat again.
Fuck! He tensed as trailing fingers of sensation shot from his dick to his head in a surge of ecstasy unlike anything he could have imagined. What the f**k was she doing? Her mouth was sucking firmly, her tongue rimming the flared head, fingers massaging taut balls with firm strokes, but she was doing something more. Pressing against the base of the cock, nimble little fingers applied pressure as the ball of her thumb rotated. He swallowed tightly, his eyes widening as he felt his release begin to build.
* * * * *
“Not yet.” Tally eased the pressure of her mouth on Dev’s cock, her fingers tightening on the base to delay the release she could feel surging up the shaft of tight, hard flesh. “Let’s see if we can’t make it better.”
Dev stared at her with narrowed eyes, his breathing hard, face flushed as she reached for the glass of ice water that was on his desk. Her fingers slid over the rim, drawing a sliver of ice from the cold liquid. She saw the glimmer of amusement in his eyes and wondered if Lucian was similarly awed with her abilities.
She could barely restrain her chuckle. She could imagine the hell he was going through while sitting through that meeting with those stuffy, straight-laced government types.
Opening her mouth slowly, aware of Dev watching her every move, she laid the ice on her tongue, allowing the cold to penetrate her warm flesh as it melted quickly.
“Now we see if you can keep that control,” she whispered on a small laugh as her head lowered once again to the straining flesh.
* * * * *
Lucian flinched. A strangled groan growled at the back of his throat as the pressure on the base of his c**k eased, only to have the head surrounded with an icy blast of sensation a second before the heat began to return as never before. White-hot, growing, shimmering before his eyes as his balls drew up tight and hard, warning him that release was only seconds away.
“Mr. Conover?” The Major was staring at him in concern. “Are you feeling okay?”
Lucian’s gaze swung to Jesse, who quickly lost his amusement in the face of whatever he was seeing. The pleasure was too intense, too destructive. Fuck. He was going to kill them.
His c**k throbbed in warning, a small amount of pre-come dampening it beneath the material of his slacks.
Lucian jumped to his feet and without apology, without an explanation, stalked across the office to the private bathroom off the side. He slammed the door, his fingers shaking as he locked it with one hand and tore at the zipper of his slacks with the other.
No sooner had he managed to free the tortured flesh from its confinement than he exploded. He barely throttled his strangled groan, his head falling back as he bared his teeth and felt his se**n jet violently from the head of his cock.
Hard spasms wracked his body, drew every muscle tight and locked the breath in his throat as he fought to steady himself, to rein in the harsh male shout that he knew had erupted from Dev’s throat.
Son of a bitch. He shuddered with the feel of gentle lips milking the last drops of come from a straining c**k before they slid away slowly. He fought for breath, his chest heaving, his composure shot now. Never, in his entire life, never had he known anything so f**king good, and all he’d had for his pleasure was the echo of impressions through the bond he shared with Dev.
His legs trembled; sweat beaded his flesh, dampened his shirt and did little to cool the heat raging just under his skin. With shaking hands he cleaned the sink that had been splattered with the silky jets of seed spewing from his c**k moments before, then fixed his clothes slowly.
His eyes narrowed as his teeth clenched in fury. The little witch. She was going to pay, and by God, he would make sure she paid well.
He moved from the bathroom back to the office.
“Jesse, gentlemen, I seem to be afflicted by some odd virus at the moment. If you’ll excuse me…”
“Lucian.” Jesse stopped him as he headed for the door. “Get well quick. You and Dev have a flight in two hours. You’ll be accompanying the General to Washington to lay the idea out to the committee. I hope you’ll be able to make it.”
Lucian stared back at them, fighting to keep his expression calm. “I’m certain it’s merely a temporary affliction. I just need a few moments. Excuse me.”
He nodded stiffly to the three men before he threw open the office door and stalked out to Tally’s desk.
There she sat, as cool and triumphant as a reigning queen. She smiled slowly, a smug little curve to her lips that warned him of her victorious demeanor. But her gaze was hot, wild. She wasn’t unaffected and she hadn’t found her own release. Damned stubborn woman. He glanced at Dev, who stood furiously at the door to his office, watching her heatedly.
“Wrong move, sweet thing,” Lucian told her softly, leaning close as he planted his fists on her desk and stared into her satisfied expression. “Bold. Daring. But wrong time, wrong place. You chose to pick a meeting to test your skills during office hours, business time. No quarter given. Do not make the mistake of ever asking for such, either. When I get back from this little trip you’ve just caused with your shenanigans in distracting me during that meeting, you better be waiting, because I intend to f**k you six ways from Sunday. Maybe, just maybe, by the time we’re finished you’ll be too f**king tired to cause trouble.”
She rolled her eyes. He snapped his teeth together in fury at the mocking expression.
“Darling,” she drawled. “I would cause trouble if I were dead. You’re once again overreaching your own capabilities.”
Overreaching? Lucian leaned closer, almost nose to nose, the vindictive little light in her eyes making him crazy to f**k it out of her.
“Am I, Tally?” he asked her gently. “When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna spank your tight little ass until you scream to come for me. I’m going to make you beg.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, Daddy, make it hurt so good.”
She was laughing. The little vixen was having the time of her damned life. The impression hit him nearly broadside. Had he ever seen her eyes twinkle like that? Seen such joy on her face? She was torturing him and she was loving it.
For a moment, just a moment, warmth curled through his heart. Her laughter, her joy, was like an addiction, but he’d be damned if he could live through another episode such as the one he had just experienced.