Chapter 16
16
LINCOLN
I ’d never come so hard in my life as I did last night in my shower. My orgasm went on forever as I played back the events from earlier that evening with Kylie.
The taste of her.
The feeling of her tight pussy around my fingers.
Knowing that nobody had touched her there, except for me.
I’m hard now, just thinking about it. I’ve had that problem all damn day as she struts in and out of my office in that tight pencil skirt of hers. Knowing what she looks like underneath.
I’ve been tempted to ask her to stay so I can eat her out on my desk again, but we have this opportunity to acquire another airline company that’s struggling. They don’t own a huge share of the market, but it would still give me more of an edge on our competitor. Alas, I am stuck working instead of finding new ways to make my assistant come all over my tongue.
Sometime after lunch, she scurries into my office and closes the door shut. Her cheeks are a deep pink, like she’s overheated. She looks like she might have a fever.
“Is everything all right?” I ask, trying not to sound too concerned.
She bites her bottom lip and looks down at the ground while she nods her head. I’m not sure what is going on, but something seems off.
“Are you sure, Kylie? You aren’t looking so good,” I reply as I stand up and walk up to her. I place my hand on her forehead. “You’re really warm.”
“I … I wanted to come in here before I lost my nerve.” She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“I don’t understand.”
“I just took my lunch,” she explains. “I was just in the break room, so I decided to read. My books—they’ve been my escape since my parents died.”
I’m still not following why that made her run in here, breathing heavily and looking flushed.
She continues, “They are adult books.”
It strikes me what she means by that. I just don’t want to spook her and make any assumptions. I realize there is not only an age difference, but also an experience difference. The last thing I want is for her to feel like I’m putting ideas in her head.
“Go on,” I say through gritted teeth.
I may be willing to hold back my words, but it’s hard to hide what she does to me. My body is on fire when I think of her reading a book like that. And now that she’s in my office with those flushed cheeks, I can barely contain myself.
“I was curious about something,” she says.
I’m not going to push her on this, so I remain silent.
When she recognizes I’m not going to rush her, she takes a deep breath and continues, “I want to know what it feels like.”
Well, that doesn’t exactly clear things up for me. That could mean a million things. Images are flashing through my mind like a movie reel, each one dirtier than the last.
“You want to know what what feels like?”
Her hand comes up and plays with a button on my shirt. Instead of following her hand, my eyes remain on her face. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see determination in them.
“I want to know what it feels like to touch a man.” Her eyes dip down to my pants, where I’m already semi-hard, and then they look back up at me. “I want to touch you.”
Suddenly, there’s not enough air in this office. My body heats up, like I just stepped outside in Vegas in July. The effect her simple little request has on my body should concern me, but I’m not interested in analyzing that right now.
“You want to touch me?” I look around the office, not sure how to respond. “Here? Now?”
A glimmer of excitement sparkles in her eyes as she nods her head. I don’t know what to say. It’s one thing—what we did in my office the other night while no one else was here and it was dark—but in the middle of a busy workday, where anybody can knock on the door? I would never have considered it as a possibility, but when I look back at her, I know there’s no way in hell I can turn her down.
Not just because my dick is begging for something as silly as a hand job, but because I don’t think I could handle the look of disappointment on her face if I said no.
That’s how I find myself leaning down and kissing her soft lips, nice and slow, as I walk us over to my desk. I know the windows are frosted, but there are people walking everywhere just outside.
How is this innocent virgin in front of me, about to get me to do the most daring sexual act of my life?
I sit down on my chair, my body feeling tight with nerves—something I’m not used to. I can hear the subtle sound of her breaths as they pick up speed. She drops to her knees and rests her hands on my thighs. The contact makes my entire body feel like lava.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers nervously. “What if you don’t like it?”
“Kylie,” I growl, “I’m about to come from your hands on my knees. There’s nothing you can do wrong. Just start with pulling my dick out.”
Her throat bobs, but she follows my command. I watch her delicate hands fumble with my belt. The sound of my zipper dragging down slowly by the work of her hands is enough to make my dick jump to life even more. Her eyes open wider as she notices how hard I am just beneath the surface. Instead of seeing fear in her eyes, I see exhilaration, like she’s thrilled to finally get her hands on me.
There’s something in this moment. Knowing she’s never touched another man before? I can feel my dick leaking with excitement. It’s slightly alarming what it does to me, like I have some kind of virgin kink.
She reaches through the fly of my boxers. The second her hand makes contact with my dick, I wince at how strong the sensation is that floods me. She stops instantly, looking up at me with concern.
I shake my head quickly, feeling like a teenage boy who’s never been touched before. “It feels so good. Keep going.”
It’s a good thing she’s never done this before; she might not know that it’s not impressive for a man to be so affected by a simple touch. Maybe if I come too quickly, she won’t laugh at me.
She pulls me out and looks at my dick with such curiosity. Her eyes bounce from the tip to my base and back up, taking it all in. And there’s a lot to take in. I’m bigger than most.
“You’re so thick,” she says. “I can’t wrap my hand around all of you.”
Fuck. This commentary isn’t going to help me last.
“I’m big, baby. It’s okay though. Just move your hand. It feels amazing.”
That gives her the confidence she needs to move her hand up to the tip of my dick. Instead of bringing it down, she uses it to touch and play with my tip. Using her other hand, she glides her fingers around my shaft. Pre-cum leaks out of me, which seems to surprise her.
“Wow,” she whispers to herself.
Then she runs a finger through it and starts to rub it around my tip.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl as I watch. “You’re driving me crazy.”
She looks up at me with a devilish smile. “I like seeing you lose control like this.”
I roll my eyes. “Is that the only reason you wanted to touch me?”
Instead of answering, she tightens her grip on me and moves her hand all the way back to my base, then brings it back up to the tip. My pre-cum is helping her hand slide along me a bit easier.
My eyes roll into the back of my head.
Okay, you have to last more than one tug, you fool. Think about something else.
“You don’t want to watch?” her soft voice asks.
I open my eyes and look down at her innocent ones. “I’m afraid if I do,” I growl as she continues to move her hand, “I’ll come too quickly.”
She bites her lip, like she’s considering my words. “I’d rather you watch. Even if you come fast.”
I nod my head. “Whatever you want.”
I’m such a pussy. Apparently, she could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to her.
Her hand starts to move faster, and that feeling that starts in my balls begins to take over. I try to hold it off, but I feel it getting ready to explode. I look up at my CFO and COO standing outside of my office, talking to each other, all while my assistant has my cock in her hand.
It’s the final thing that makes me blow.
“Fuck!” I groan. “I’m coming, Kylie.”
Instead of stopping, she keeps pumping her hand and watches with amusement as ropes of white cum burst out of me, landing everywhere. Her hand, my dick, my pants. My entire body relaxes when the last of it is out, leaving both of us panting and staring at the evidence of what we just did.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she breathes. “It’s all over your pants.”
I lean forward and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear to keep it out of the mess. “Don’t worry. I have spare suits in my closet by my bathroom.”
Her shoulders fall with relief. “Thank God.”
We both stand, and I lead her to my private bathroom to clean herself up. While she washes her hands, I kick off my pants and open the closet to grab a fresh pair.
She watches me closely through the mirror in front of her, jaw set tight.
“Is, uh … everything okay?” I ask delicately.
I’m not sure if she’s angry right now or regretting what we just did, but I can tell she seems off.
“Do you do this often?” she asks as she scrubs her hands furiously.
I step into my fresh pair of pants. “Do I do what often?”
“Mess around with your employees in the office? Is that why you have so many suits in here?”
I leave my pants hanging open and walk toward her, shutting the water off and grabbing a towel. I start to dry her hands while I think about what to say.
“I’ve never once touched a woman or let one touch me in my office. This is all a first for me.”
A hesitant smile pulls at her lips. I don’t miss the way it makes my heartbeat quicker.
“Good. I just didn’t want to be one of many who …”
“You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever been with. But that’s why we have to be careful about what this is.” I place the towel down and step away, making quick work to get my pants zipped and buckled.
She nods her head in understanding, but it still feels like we’re both ignoring something that’s burning under the surface. Something that, if we’re not careful, will set our entire worlds ablaze.