Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
K acey
Sebastian fisted my hair, the dominating side of him taking over.
As he crushed his lips against mine, I instinctively fought him, pummeling my fists against his chest, but not only was he too strong, the connection we shared was too great. I squirmed yet faltered, melting into his strong arms as he wrapped one around my waist, his hand cupping my body. Being this close was incredible, yet detrimental.
But I couldn’t seem to get enough.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth, captivating my mind with his roughness and need. I was lightheaded and incapable of thinking. This was so very wrong, but oh-so delicious.
When he allowed me to step back, we were both breathless. I took another stride away from him, pressing my fingers against my lips.
He appeared pleased with himself as he returned to his throne behind his desk. He looked far too damn regal to be a real man. I had no idea what to make of this other than it seemed the man had experienced a breakthrough of sorts. He wanted me to be a part of the team. I tried to think about all the ramifications, but knew the close future would hold turmoil.
Could I survive it?
Hell, yes.
“What do you say, Ms. Taylor? Would you like to be my vice president of operations for the newly formed Winfield Partners? It will mean long hours and dubious pay in the beginning, but I assure you the benefits will be to your liking.”
The man was practically radiating with power.
I thought about the offer and something devilish came over me. After taking a quick look at the door, I dropped to my knees very slowly. I was able to remain in his line of sight and the moment I started crawling toward him, hunger flashed in his eyes.
“My little kitten purrs to life,” he said in his deep tone.
“Roars is more like it.” I continued to crawl toward him, taking my time. What I was about to do was sinful and dirty, but around him I felt completely uninhibited.
Even compelled.
It was not my personality, but around him, I’d shifted into someone I no longer recognized.
There was something seductive about being on my hands and knees, crawling toward the most powerful man I knew. He swiveled in his chair, now facing me as I rounded the corner of his desk.
“You look beautiful.” He leaned his head against the back of his huge leather chair and spread his legs wide open. It was an invitation to move between them and I didn’t hesitate. Perhaps he thought he was in control at this moment, but he was very wrong. The moment I ran my fingers along the inside of his muscled leg, that was proven.
He tensed, his breathing becoming more labored than before. And his cock was at full attention, straining against his trousers. I licked my lips in anticipation, an action he faced with amusement.
Something special occurred when he smiled, which was rare. It was as if the room was lit up, brighter than the afternoon sun. I brushed the knuckles of my other hand along his other leg, enjoying the way every muscle in his body tensed.
“What you do to me,” he muttered almost absently. A side note. As if I knew exactly what I did and what I was about to do.
So true.
As I rose onto my knees, running my fingers over the outside of his cock, his features changed. They were darker, almost foreboding. I had a feeling he was imagining all the dirty things he wanted to do to me.
I would enjoy every minute of it.
My eyes flitted up to his as I pulled at his belt, being overly dramatic about unfastening it as well as unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. I was in a wicked mood, sliding further under his desk before pulling his chair to face the door.
He chuckled softly as I freed his throbbing cock. The way he rolled his fingers through my hair immediately ripped at the clasp holding the long strands in a tight bun. He preferred my hair down, enjoyed when it was splayed across his chest like a fan.
“You’re too tempting.” The words were issued more as a growl.
I tugged on his trousers until I had freer access. He brushed the rough pads of his fingers down my face ever so lightly, taking a deep breath and holding it after doing so. My panties were already damp, soon to be completely wet. This was so naughty, but I just couldn’t help myself.
Maybe I’d read one too many filthy romance books where the heroine performed this very salacious act. The thought of someone coming into his office made this another forbidden moment and we’d shared several.
At least no one could see who was under the desk, but they would notice the wicked smile on his face.
I darted out my tongue, licking the tip. The taste of him was tangy yet sweet. While I was cramped in the small space, excitement continued roaring through me. I could find myself enjoying this at least once a day.
Wouldn’t that be a kick? Imagine the staff learning of our naughty tryst. As I stroked the base, I licked down the underside, thrilled by his guttural sounds. I had him by the balls. Almost literally. I slid my hand between them, cupping and squeezing while I rolled my hand up to the tip.
Dots of pre-cum leaked from his sensitive slit and I engulfed them immediately. The sweetness slickened my throat and I wanted more. I craved licking up every drop. Maybe my thoughts weren’t very ladylike, but I was beginning to like the new me. Bold. Daring.
Refusing to accept anything less than what I wanted.
It felt good to be in control, even if he had a fistful of my hair. He slid further down in the chair, splaying his legs as wide open as the confines of the desk would allow. I swiped my tongue across his ball sac, inhaling his rich, musky aroma.
I had a feeling his scent would linger for some time. When I pulled one testicle into my mouth, he shuddered audibly. He had a way of fueling me with every movement and every sound.
With my eyes closed, I sucked on first one ball before the other, finally zigging and zagging my tongue as I brushed it along the veined side of his shaft. When I engulfed his cock, he pressed my head down, forcing me to take him down by several inches.
My jaws were instantly tight, aching from the wide girth. How could any man be this huge?
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” His voice was almost unrecognizable, the gruff tone laced with a seductive husk. He pushed my head again until the tip hit the back of my throat.
I did my best to breathe while sucking, my tongue swirling back and forth.
The next sound I heard further ignited the fire.
His cell phone.
I sensed Sebastian was fumbling to reach it. I almost choked from starting to giggle just as he answered the call.
“Sebastian Winfield.”
He exhaled in an exaggerated tone as I twisted my hand around the base of his shaft as I maneuvered my body so I could more easily suck while he talked. Why did the thought turn me on so much?
Because I was a very bad girl at heart.
“Francis. It’s good to hear from you.” Sebastian had easily regrouped, his voice completely professional.
Meanwhile, I sucked in earnest while running his balls through my fingers.
“That’s a generous offer and something I’ll definitely consider.”
I managed to get almost every inch in my mouth, holding still for a few seconds as he stroked my head, petting me like I was his favorite kitty.
“Ms. Taylor? Yes, you’re right. She’s a vital member of my team. I’ll let her know you asked about her.”
I pulled his shaft all the way out, teasing him by darting tiny licks across his cockhead.
He pressed his hand over the microphone area of his phone and peered down at me. “Suck, baby girl. Just suck me dry.”
There was no reason to hesitate or stop. I was enjoying the hell out of myself, resuming my task as he finished up the call. After he tossed the phone onto his desk, he let out a deep sigh.
“You made quite the impression, Ms. Taylor. I assume I’ll need to give you a raise.”
“Mmm…” I had my mouth stuffed and preferred not answering. It would break my concentration and I was determined to have him come inside my mouth.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked absently. He seemed more relaxed than I’d seen him, breathing deeply as I continued licking and sucking. But it wasn’t long before I sensed he was close. His entire body tensed once again, his heart rate also increasing.
I moved up and down on his cock, constantly swishing my tongue.
“Well, fuck,” he growled and jutted his hips off the chair, impaling my mouth.
One hand was firmly wrapped around the arm of the chair, his knuckles white. The other was tangled in my hair, holding me in place as if I had any intention of running.
His breathing even more ragged, several muscles spasmed just before he spewed hot, rich cum into my mouth. “Fuck. Yes.” His roar was loud, filling the space. I had to wonder whether it had filtered outside these walls.
Even though I gulped as much as possible, strings of cream slipped past both corners of my lips. He continued stroking my head as his muscles jerked, every other sound a deep growl.
When he started to come down from the haze, he raked both his hands through his hair and thumped his head against the back of his chair.
I licked his cock, cleaning every inch before crawling from underneath. I sat on the edge still between his legs, forcing him to watch as I ran my finger through the beads of cum that had trickled onto my chin.
“Next time you’ll be covered in my cum.” His statement brought a frenzy of butterflies swarming my stomach.
“I look forward to it.”
He took a deep breath, doing his best to collect himself. When he lifted his head, staring straight into my eyes, I sensed he’d returned to full business mode.
“We should order in. It’s going to be a very long night.”
While his words were all professional, his grin told an entirely different story.
The night was young and it was definitely not going to be all about business.