Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Forest
Autumn gapes at me when I roll down my zipper and pull my cock out, stroking it until I’m fully hard. This is the worst thing I’ve ever done. It’s also the hottest. I moan at having her undivided attention, and I step my feet out wider, then crook my finger once more at her.
“You still want to make up for lying to your sister and making me the butt of your joke?”
Autumn rubs her thighs together and slowly sinks to her knees, whispering shakily, “Yes, sir.”
“Fuck, angel, I like the sound of that.” My cock twitches, the power of her words going to my head. I press my thumb against her bottom lip, my voice low and husky when I tell her, “Open your mouth.”
My cock swells impossibly larger when she does so, and I move my hand to the back of her neck, gently guiding her forward. Not too much pressure, in case she wants to back out. I want her to want to do this—not because I’ve made her do it.
She’s breathing so hard that her warm breath fans my lap, and precum beads from the slit on my tip.
The moment she rolls those hypnotic eyes of hers up to meet mine and sticks her tongue out, I push the head of my cock between her lips.
When she licks the underside of my shaft experimentally, a fire is lit within me.
I push deeper, withdrawing only long enough for her to take half a breath, then fill her mouth once more.
“There’s nothing small about me, is there, Ms. Fischer?”
“No, sir,” Autumn says around my cock, bracing her hands on my thighs, blinking rapidly up at me. Perhaps she likes this little role-play as much as I do. I’ll have to remember that for later.
“Didn’t think so.” I work at keeping my moans quiet, in case anyone comes back early from lunch, while starting to roll my hips back and forth.
“What we do,” I say, stroking her soft hair, “is between us and only us. You will not discuss—let alone lie—about the size of my dick with anyone except to correct Bailey, and then never again.”
She pushes against me, letting my cock fall from her mouth. “But I tell my sisters everything.”
“Did you tell them I made you cum so hard that I had you squirting all over my face and dick? That you begged me to do it over and over again until you soaked the bed and passed out? More than once, might I add.” Her lashes flutter, her mouth drops open, and I thrust between her lips, pushing to the back of her throat.
I cup her face with both hands, holding her head steady as I carefully fuck her mouth.
My balls draw up high and tight when I ask, “Did you tell them you begged me to cum inside you?”
Autumn’s eyes flare wide, and she digs her fingers into my thighs hard enough that they’ll likely bruise. “No, sir,” she says with a scratchy voice when I pull out.
Flames of desire dance up my spine when I glide my cock over her wet, velvety tongue. “You want me to do it again, don’t you, angel?”
Autumn’s breath hitches on my next withdrawal, and a tear rolls from the corner of her eye.
Then another, and another. I go rigid, like an icy rod has been driven down my spine, vanquishing the fire.
What the fuck am I doing? Taunting this sweet angel and saying such filthy things to her after asking her to give me a blow job at the office?
Who is this man I’ve become? I would murder anyone who treated my daughter the way I’ve treated Autumn.
Fearfully, I say, “Angel…”
She squeezes her eyes shut, and I yank my hips back, drop heavily to my knees, and pull her into a tight embrace. She drops her forehead on my shoulder, hooking her arms around my waist, hugging me just as tightly as she begins crying in earnest.
I cup the back of her head. Her little dick joke is nothing compared to what I’ve done. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done or said all that.”
“No, it’s not that.”
My shoulders relax by a fraction. “Then why are you crying?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers hoarsely, trembling in my arms.
I shift us so that I’m sitting with my back against the door, my legs stretched out, with Autumn curled on my lap. That’s where I hold her, letting her get her tears out as I lightly caress her hair, her back, and her thighs, giving her the space to cry.
When her tears fade, she surprises me by cupping my cheeks, lifting her chin, and then kissing me hesitantly.
As soon as I meet her tongue with mine, she turns insatiable, shifting to straddle me.
It’s her who strokes my cock until I’m fully hard again, and it’s her who tugs her skirt up to her hips and pulls her thong to the side.
It’s her who lifts and positions my cockhead at her entrance, then drops down on my lap, making us both suck in strangled breaths.
I may grip her by the hips, but she’s the one in control of how hard and fast we go.
I bang my head back against the door as I race toward climax. “Angel, oh fuck, that’s it.”
Brushing my lips with hers, her voice is raspy when she says, “Enjoy it, sir, because this is the last time you’ll ever get to touch me like this again.”
“What?” I ask uneasily, unsure if I heard her right.
Autumn tangles her fingers in my hair at the roots as she rides my cock, kissing me with a passion to match mine, confusing me all the more.
“Baby, yes,” she moans into our kiss, melting into me.
Her pussy walls contract around my shaft so forcefully with her orgasm, flooding my lap, that she siphons the cum right out of me.
“Angel, angel, I can’t pull out.” I seal our mouths together and cup the back of her head, pinning her to my chest, unable to think straight, blissed out by the euphoria of being so intimately connected to this angel in my arms.
But then there’s a seismic shift in the atmosphere, and Autumn shoves against my shoulders, and she shoots straight up off my lap before I finish cumming.
The next rope of cum lands on and stains my slacks and the bottom of my white button-down.
Stumbling back in her heels with the abrupt movement, she nearly falls, having to catch her balance by slapping a hand on her desk.
As soon as she’s steady, Autumn yanks her skirt down.
“That was fun while it lasted,” she says with a forced laugh, flipping her messy hair over her shoulder. “Thanks, BigDawg.”
I stand up so fast that I get dizzy, lightheaded as I hike my wet slacks up over my spent cock, my heart beating faster. “Please don’t do this.”
“Do what?” she asks as if she’s as confused as I am, though she hugs herself as if she’s cold. Shielding herself.
I motion to her. “This. Act like it didn’t mean anything.”
She tilts her head. “Of course, it didn’t mean anything. I told you, I’m sowing my wild oats.” She blows out a whistle. “This was a hell of a way to start, I’ll give you that, BigDawg, but it’s time to move on. Hope the next guy can live up to it, or I’m going to be disappointed.”
“Stop it.” I try to grab her wrist, desperation welling inside me. This can’t be the end. “This ‘wild oats’ thing is a joke, and you know it, or else you wouldn’t be crying. What we have—”
She jerks away from me, her humorous pretense falling away. “We have nothing, and we never will, Mr. Woods.”
My eyes grow hot as her words pierce my heart. “How can you say that?”
“Because we want very different things!” she shouts, swiping angrily at her cheeks, fresh tears brimming her lower lash line, her mascara all but washed away, making her look even younger.
“What things?” I ask in a lower voice, cringing when I dart my eyes to the door, where anyone could hear us.
“Sorry. Wouldn’t want anyone to find out and make your life any harder,” she mutters, and for the second time today, she storms out of the office.
It’s me, this time, who has to catch my balance before I fall, my knees weak beneath me. I drop into my chair with my elbows on the desk and my head in my hands, trying to think of where the hell I went wrong.
“What happened?” Sherman asks, standing in the open doorway. “Did you two get into an argument?”
I jam my stomach against the edge of the desk when I roll my chair forward, hoping like hell my boss hadn’t seen the wet cum stains on my clothes before doing so. “You could say that,” I croak.
“About what?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” I answer honestly, rubbing my forehead. What “different things” was she talking about?
“Hmm.” Sherman sucks his teeth as he sharpens his gaze on me. “I hope you can work things out between the two of you. If not, and you no longer wish to work together, then we need to have a meeting to come to some kind of resolution.”
This is it. He’s going to fire me. Not only have I lost my angel and will be forced to watch her “move on”, but I’m going to lose my job. I sit up straight and start to plead, “Mr. Fischer—”
He holds up a hand to stop me. “I’m not going to fire you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
I slump back.
“You haven’t been here long, but you came highly recommended, and from your results so far, you’ve outperformed expectations.
” He puffs his chest out with pride. “As does Autumn. If it’s a matter of conflicting personalities and all that, which I don’t fault either of you for—I’ve dealt with my fair share over the years—then we’ll shuffle some things around. ”
It’s not. Our fight isn’t a matter of conflicting personalities, though lord knows we have plenty of that going on. It goes, in some way, so much deeper. That much is clear by both Autumn’s and my reaction to her trying to end things between us.
Sherman turns with a disappointed sigh. “I’ll have Barbara arrange the meeting.”