Chapter 16 #2
I smiled as she played the game with me this time, but I couldn’t tell if she knew or was genuinely stumped over what transgression she may or may not have made, and so I clued her in.
“I told you to make yourself some breakfast at my place, and you didn’t,” I said as I reached out and cupped her fair cheek, running my thumb over her luscious bottom lip.
“The whole idea of fixing something for myself in your kitchen without you there was weird,” she complained.
“I don’t care if it’s weird or not,” I gently scolded her. “I care that you were fed.”
I let her sit with that for a moment or three, and she swallowed hard, tried to hide behind her drink as she took several more sips.
“I don’t understand,” she said finally.
I cocked my head, and it struck me… “Are you not used to anyone insisting you take care of yourself?”
“I mean, not really,” she said. “I live alone.”
Interesting…
“Come on.” I touched her elbow and slid my hand to hers, grasping her fingertips.
She slipped from her barstool. I stood from mine and guided her around the bar and back downstairs, taking the room beside the bathrooms. It had a couch, a side table, and not much else.
It was a small room, with a single window overlooking the garage, the venetian blinds lowered.
I turned on the recessed overhead lights and dimmed them with the wall switch just inside the door. Satisfied that the blinds were shut tight, I closed and locked the door behind us, closing us in to the intimate space, which had, once upon a time, been an office.
“What do you want?” she asked, and a little apprehension filtered into her voice.
“You didn’t want to fill your mouth in my kitchen, so I figured it was only fair to fill your mouth with my cock as punishment.
” I unzipped and pulled my aching boner out of my pants and underwear, taking a seat on the couch.
I put my arms along the back of it and spread my knees enough for her to kneel between them if she chose that option, rather than climb onto the couch beside me to do it.
I didn’t care how she got it done, just that she did it.
Obediently, she took a step toward me and went to her knees on the thin office carpet between my feet.
Her hand was soft and her grip firm, just the way I liked, as she jacked me.
When she went to suck me, it was like her inner vixen knew what to do and came out to play.
I didn’t know, maybe it was the setting, or the fact we’d already fucked a few times.
Maybe it was just that we were finally on the same page, but a sort of darkness filled her bright blue eyes, and she started by licking me, balls to tip, with the flat of her velvet tongue. And combined with that look?
Fuck me – yes, please!
I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and let go of the stress of the day.
Let go of the office politics and club politics, dropped the weight of my responsibilities, and homed in on the here and now.
On the feel of her soft pink mouth enveloping my dick, of her lips snug around my shaft, at the barest teasing graze of her pearly whites, here and there, as she swallowed me practically whole.
She gagged and drew back quickly, and I opened one eye and checked on her. Her cheeks were stained red with embarrassment at her little slip-up, but she was a trouper and got herself back on track quickly.
It was a fight between watching her and closing my eyes and losing myself to the feel of her. I went back and forth between the two, my respirations deepening and picking up their pace as she worked magic with her mouth.
Fuck, I could get used to this. She was quickly becoming an addiction, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
What’s more, and what was more dangerous, was that I actually cared. I was genuinely miffed at her that she hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning – and I was even more surprised to find I was miffed at myself for not staying to make sure she’d eat.
God, she worked magic on me with that mouth of hers, though – the pressure, the cadence of her bobbing blonde curls, the way she sucked and licked – Goddamn, I couldn’t get enough.
I held back her hair so I could watch her beautiful face, her eyes closed in concentration, an almost peaceful look upon her elf-like features, as she went down on me, carefully taking me past her gag reflex.
Watching her almost did as much as the feel of me in her mouth.
It was like time stopped, and we were outside of its constant march forward.
If it’d been raining outside, we would have been able to step between drops suspended in the air.
I’d only had that sensation once or twice in my life – the whole time-stopping thing – and this, by far, was the most intense.
I didn’t want her to stop. I didn’t want to rejoin the flow of time and be forced to go back to the grind of club and work life.
I wanted it to stay stopped with my dick buried in her perfect mouth for as long as she’d have me, which by my body’s reckoning wouldn’t be much longer now.
I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight as I stood at that precipice, tipping forward, suspended for entirely too long on that moment before taking the plunge off the cliff into the crystalline warm waters of satisfaction.
I warned her, barely in time, “I’m gonna come!” She just redoubled her efforts, quickening her pace, and taking me to the back of her throat, swallowing everything I had to give her expertly.
She had a hidden talent for this… one I would definitely exploit for myself in the future. I was suddenly glad there were times when Savvy Savannah had a smart mouth. It would give me plenty of excuses to fill it.
I mean, it’s not like I didn’t have any interest in returning the favor. She was sweet as a summer peach and tasted like sunshine herself.
She sat back on her heels, blushing faintly, and running a fingertip at the edge of her lips to neaten up any smudged lipstick. She was beautiful, her blonde hair faintly mussed from where I’d held it back from her face to watch her.
“Get up here,” I ordered, and she clambered a bit awkwardly to her feet. She stepped close, and I reached up under her skirt and whisked her panties down her legs.
“Whoa.” She covered herself, down there, with an uneasy laugh, and gripped the light and flowy material of her dress.
“Come here.” I had her step out of the scrap of lace and satin and pulled her down into my lap.
Her dress’s skirt was between us, which was annoying, but not what I was after quite yet.
I captured the back of her neck with my hand and dragged her mouth to mine, kissing her soundly.
The way she relaxed against me and fell into the kiss was amazing, and as soon as my cock recovered and got with it, stiffening up again, I just had to be inside her.
She melded the front of her body to mine beautifully, her mouth soft against my own, tongues dancing. It was unique to have her taller than me from our respective positions on the couch, and I couldn’t say I disliked it.
She rubbed herself against me, and she was already hot and wet, causing my excitement to rise.
I thrust my hips beneath her, causing a delicious friction that did nothing to whet either of our sexual appetites.
Despite having just gotten off literally moments before, I was ravenous and needed to be inside of her now.
Thankfully, my cock got with it, and I was already starting to grow hard again.
I wrapped my arms around her, and guided her up onto her knees so things had a chance to line up.
When she came back down, it was more than perfect, and I unintentionally slid right in – no barriers, which I hadn’t intended.
I was a man of my word after all, but both of us needed a moment at the unexpected contact.
She felt so phenomenally good, I couldn’t deny wanting to savor the moment and linger a little longer. I froze, and she froze, and our gazes met.
“I have a condom in my pocket, I didn’t mean to—” I wasn’t exactly apologizing, but rather was still trying to at least explain myself when she did the hottest thing imaginable.
“Fuck it,” she said and rolled her hips, her mouth crashing down over mine.
Well, alright then!
Part of me knew it was potentially a bad idea, but I was wholly in the moment and couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to, which was jarring all on its own when I prided myself so much on my near limitless self-control.
I guess she’d just found my limit.
She rode me, and it was a thing of beauty – the way she leaned tall, gathering her hair and holding it off her neck, sweat lightly dewing her skin in a light wash over her decolletage.
It was hot in here. The airflow from the system wasn’t quite doing what it was supposed to in the small room. Either that, or the heat rising between us couldn’t be contained.
Shit, I didn’t care. My hands were on her hips, encouraging her rise and fall, her back-and-forth, and the way she came down and rolled those hips?
Goddamn.
It was as though she’d found her inner siren, and it was hot as hell.
She went until her legs trembled with fatigue from the unfamiliar workout.
When she began to falter in her rhythm, when both of us were maddeningly high and about to make that shining plunge, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, thrusting up into her wet heat with a near brutal pace.
The friction growing, her panting breathy cries reaching a sweet crescendo, both of us shuddered with a mutual completion of our satisfaction.
I couldn’t even begin to explain how fucking good it felt to fill her pulsating twat with my essence.
Fuck it felt good. Too fucking good, and also, too fucking real.
“Shit, I shouldn’t have done that,” I said, gasping as she folded into me and I held her close.
“I’m on a shot,” she gasped out. “God, that felt so good.”
“Won’t happen again,” I grunted, and smoothed a hand down her back.
“Mm,” was her non-committal reply.
We sat quietly, my cock softening and slipping out of her, a rush of our combined love pooling between us a little uncomfortably.
“We need to clean up.” I grabbed a wad of tissues from the end table beside the couch and shoved them into her hand, gathering her skirt up out of the way so she could get up the worst of it.
We both laughed a little uncomfortably at the initial cleanup, and I took the soggy Kleenex from her and tossed it in the wastebasket under the table, satisfied when I heard the light rumple of the grocery bag that lined it.
She got off me, and I tucked myself back in, even as she sat beside me on the couch and pulled her dress down over her knees, hugging them to her.
“You good?” I inquired.
“What? Yeah! I’ve just… never done anything quite so… ah… public.”
“Public?” I looked around the sealed-off room, and she laughed a little uncomfortably and said, “I mean, there are other people around, in like the building… You know what? Never mind.” She covered her flaming face with her hands, and I chuckled.
“You’re not very experienced, are you?” I asked gently and sat down next to her.
She shook her head and looked up at me, mortified.
“Don’t worry… I think I like that about you,” I said. “You’re just full of surprises.”
“Thank you?” she murmured, and I could tell she was definitely at a loss for words.
“Come with me. We can do a little better on getting ourselves together and presentable in the bathrooms right next door before rejoining the others.” I held down a hand to her, and she took it, standing with a bit of a groan, reaching down to step her other ankle out of her panties, which had gotten hung up on her heel and had been swiftly abandoned.
Panties in one hand, my hand in the other, I unlocked the door and ducked my head outside.
“Coast is clear,” I said with a wink, and drew her out into the garage and over to one of the single-occupancy restroom doors. I dragged it open, glad the prospect had already been down here and guided her in.
“Be right next door,” I said and shut her in. I heard the lock latch and went over to take care of myself in the next one over.