Tess #2
Right now I was actually feeling pretty special. I was this much closer to getting what I wanted, and it was because of Scott. I couldn’t help being grateful, power games or not. “Thank you. Truly. I wasn’t expecting you to be won over so easily. I’m...thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for bringing the DRF to Sebastian Industrial.” He finished ordering the background check, closed the laptop, and set it on the coffee table. “Now we can discuss sex without manipulation.”
I felt all sorts of ridiculous for thinking I would have been able to manipulate the man into anything. But that didn’t do anything to diminish the want I had for him. It was a light switch. All he had to do was be in the room, and I was aroused.
So if he was going to offer… “Okay.”
His eyes sparked with excitement. “Okay, what? We can discuss it?”
“I don’t think we need to discuss it.”
He rubbed his chin with one long finger, a smile toying with his lips. “Say it. Say what you want.”
I could feel my cheeks flush. “Really?”
“If you can’t say it, how am I supposed to know what it is?”
Oh, yes. I’d forgotten he was the kind of guy who liked to hear it out loud. Especially after the way I’d tripped over offering sex earlier, of course he was going to make me say it.
I took a breath for boldness. “I want you to fuck me.”
The smile landed for real. “I’m so glad that’s what you want, Tessa. Because that’s exactly what I want, too. You mentioned that we’d ‘play,’ and that gave me an idea. Can we...make it a game?”
Curiosity outweighed any hesitancy. “What kind of game?”
“I was thinking we’d play ‘Tessa earns the coordination meeting green light.’”
“Earn it?”
“You know what I’m saying. Decide if you want to play—I’ll fuck you no matter what, so don’t let that pressure you.
I’ve greenlit the DRF for the next phase, no matter what.
” His gaze turned dark, his voice dropped low.
“But let’s pretend it isn't. Pretend you have to—what were the words you used?—manipulate me in order to get it.”
Oh, God. This was wrong. The good kind of wrong this time, and I was there for it. “Does it make me a terrible person that I find this scenario you’re suggesting really fucking hot?”
“It makes you a goddess. I knew you were kinky. The minute I realized you watched on the rooftop.”
I wasn’t about to tell him that my kinky side had only come out since meeting him. He didn’t need any more of a head trip. Regardless, I was on board.
Before I crawled onto his lap, though, I needed one more confirmation. “This really has absolutely no effect on the DRF? If I walk out right now, you’re still willing to move them to the next vetting stage?”
No way was I walking out. I’d caught sight of the bulge in his pants, and my mouth was already watering. His cock would be mine.
“Swear on my Grandma Adeline’s grave. Do you want me to put it in writing?”
He’d ordered the background check. That was good enough.
Emboldened by the need tugging inside me, I crawled onto the coffee table between us, giving him a front-row view of my cleavage.
“Mr. Sebastian,” I said, seductively lilting my voice.
“I know this isn’t very professional, but I’m desperate.
I really want SIC to sponsor the Dysautonomia Relief Foundation.
It means more to me than I can even express, and I would do anything to get it.
Anything. Can you tell me how I can earn it? ”
I swear the bulge got bigger. Yes, I was watching.
He pretended to ponder. Casually. As if he didn’t have a noticeably raging hard-on. “I might be willing to consider it. What exactly did you have in mind, Ms. Turani?”
I nodded toward his crotch and blinked innocently. “I could help you take care of that.”
“Could help me with what?” Always wanting to hear the filthy words.
I knew better. I tried again. “I could suck your cock, Mr. Sebastian.”
“I suppose that might be interesting.” He spread his legs apart, inviting me to kneel in front of him.
I scrambled down to the floor at a speed that couldn’t have been sexy. It didn’t matter. His cock was as hard as any steel Sebastian Industrial produced. I could see the clear outline. I could feel it as my hands brushed against it while I rushed to undo his pants.
It felt like it took forever before I had the zipper down and his cock out.
Finally, there it was, big and bloated, the crown an angry red.
I’d never realized how satisfying the right cock could be just to look at.
I could have stared at it all day. Could have leisurely run my hands up and down the hot column of flesh and been content.
But that wouldn’t “earn” me anything. And I really did want to have it in my mouth.
Sucking in my cheeks and flattening my tongue, I drew his head past my lips and was rewarded with a moan.
That was all the encouragement I needed to take him in farther, as far as I could and still be comfortable.
Then I pulled off of him and repeated the motion, again and again.
Slow enough to be able to savor his taste and his scent. Slow enough to taunt him.
Scott made pleased sounds as I worked. Frustrated sounds too when he clearly wanted a different speed than I’d set. I planned to get there, eventually, but before I could, he wrapped his hand tightly in my hair so that my head couldn’t move.
“Another way you could earn your sponsorship? You could let me fuck your face.”
With his cock still in my mouth, I moaned out my consent. Instantly, he took over, holding my head still while he raised his hips and thrust in over and over, plunging in deep, so deep that his tip hit the back of my throat.