Chapter 7 #2
I push a few things aside and encourage B to lie back by placing my hand on her chest. She obliges and lies flat on her back.
I hold her legs, so they don't dangle, and as I get down on my own knees, I rest them over my shoulders.
I wrap my arms around her thighs and undo the button on her jeans.
She lifts her hips to help me slide them down her ass, and I duck under the fabric, sliding them behind my head.
She's wearing lacy black underwear that are currently being swallowed by her ass cheeks. I pull them to the side and stare at her beautiful pussy displayed before me. "Fuck, that's beautiful."
"I know."
I dive right in, running my tongue up her slit. B doesn't seem like the kind of girl who has the patience for teasing. At least not yet.
"Ohhh, right there."
Her reaction to me sliding a finger in has my dick twitching in my pants. I want her so badly. I slide another finger in and start feeling around for that sweet spot. When she arches her back on the desk, I know I'm headed in the right direction.
At some point, B rises up on her elbows to watch me. I glance up at her, my mouth engulfing her wet pussy. Her eyes are hooded, and I can see her chest heaving. She runs a hand through my hair and grabs a handful to tug on. I moan into her clit, which has her clamping on even tighter.
I think she’s getting close by the way her body tenses.
Her feet start digging into my back, trying to push me away, but I know that's not what she really wants; it’s just an instinct.
I hold onto her legs tightly, resisting the push.
Her hand leaves my hair to clutch the edge of my desk as she falls back again.
"Don't stop!"
Wasn't planning on it. I'm not an idiot, and I don't have a death wish.
Her thighs squeeze the sides of my head, and her muscles start to shake as she rides her release. I slow my tongue and lighten the pressure. A few more passes over her clit have her shivering, and she lets me go.
Before I can fully stand, she's sitting up on the edge of my desk, reaching for my pants. She hops off the desk and spins us around so that I'm now the one sitting where she just came for me. She gets down on her knees and starts to undo my jeans. I can't help but smirk. This is my favorite part.
"No fucking way." She looks up at me, my hard cock in her hand. "Of course you have a Jacob's ladder."
"Is that okay?"
She gives me that annoyed eye roll I've already gotten several times since first meeting her. "You're kidding, right?"
"Just asking." I put my hands up in surrender. "Don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."
"I feel like you know me a little better than that by now."
"I might."
"Plus, didn't you see the tattoo on my hip?"
"Actually, no. I was a little too focused on something else."
She rolls her eyes at me, yet again, as she stands and turns to the side to flash me her tattoo. It's a woman dangling in the air upside down, bound by ropes.
I run my hand over the tattoo. It's not new, maybe a couple of years old. "An Agura?"
“You know Shibari?”
Do I ever. “A little.”
When I was in the depths of trying to get over my ex, I plunged myself into anything that would occupy my mind. One of those things happened to be a ropes class.
"I knew you had a kinky side."
"Who says I do?"
"Ummmm, you literally have barbells on the underside of your dick. Not just one, but..." She lifts up my hard shaft and starts counting. "One...two...three."
She looks at me, like she's waiting for some grand confession.
"I think you should count again. That felt nice. Maybe with your tongue this time."
She tightens her grip on me, making me wince. "I'm going to put it in my mouth right now because I want to, not because you told me to."
"Be my guest."
With a frustrated grunt, she gets back down on her knees and shoves most of my length into her mouth, my tip touching the back of her throat.
The sudden warmth and wetness surrounding my cock takes my breath away. “Fuck.” I grab the back of her head and gather her lavender hair in my hand.
Her tongue plays with my piercings, and I have to clench the edge of my desk with my free hand to try and gain some sort of control here.
I tilt my head back and close my eyes. Her mouth glides up and down my shaft at a painfully slow pace. She's teasing me.
I pull her up on her feet faster than she can say anything. I spin her around and shove her into the desk. I press her torso down, so she's now bent over it, cheek pressed to the wood surface. Her hands are on either side of her chest like she's going to push herself up, but she doesn't.
I lean down so she can hear me whisper. "You like playing games?"
She doesn't need to say words. The grin that spreads across her face says it all.
I rub my hand over her ass and smack the middle finger she has tattooed on her left cheek. "I like it."
"Knew you would."
Keeping one hand on her back, pinning her to the desk, I use the other to pull her panties down. The way she's bent over exposes her to me perfectly. The little devil even spreads her legs for me before I have the chance to ask. "Good girl. Now don't move."
Just then, I hear the lock on the back door rattle right before the sound of the metal door opening. "Shit!"
I jump back and pull up my own pants as B lifts herself off my desk and frantically puts her own back on. "What the hell," she whisper-yells at me, "I thought you said no one was here."
"No one’s supposed to be here."
"Hello?"
It's Arlo. Fuck. They're going to give me so much shit for this.
I manage to zip my rock-hard dick into my pants just as they open my office door.
"Oh! Hi. Sorry, I saw your car out back and assumed you were here alone. I didn't know you had a client today."
Shit. I parked here before the museum and walked over. "Uhhhh, just a consultation. Arlo, this is B; she was in the other day."
Arlo waves from the doorway. "I remember."
An awkward silence falls upon the room, and I scramble for something to say, but Arlo saves me.
"I just came to grab my tablet. Forgot I left it charging at my station."
As soon as Arlo leaves the room, I look over at B. "I'm so fucking sorry about that."
She shrugs. "It was thrilling."
"It was something..."
Arlo pops their head in again. "Heading out. I'll see you tomorrow."
All I can do is wave. I'm sure my face is beet red, giving me away. Not to mention the sweat that's coating my forehead.
"I'm going to head out too," B says, and she walks by me, heading for my office door. But she pauses before she gets there, looking at me with a coy smile.
I can't lie, I'm really fucking disappointed. "You sure I can't convince you to stay?"
She shakes her head. "I've got somewhere to be."
"Another date?"
She tries to hide her growing smile by biting her lips between her teeth. "This was not a date."
"Right."
I walk over to her and get really close. "Well, this was fun. Until it wasn't."
She leans against the open door, acting casual. "Yeah."
"Yeah? That's all you have to say?"
She pushes off the door and throws her arms around my neck, pressing her body into mine. "What? Do you want me to gush all over you and tell you that you have the prettiest cock I've ever seen?"
"Well...is it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"That is why I asked." I lean down so our faces are close, testing out a theory.
"I guess you'll never know then."
I lean in another inch, and she leans her head back, away from mine. That's what I thought.
She releases my neck and walks out of my office.
"That's it? You're not gonna ask me to take you to dinner or bring you back to my place to finish what we started?"
She turns her head to look back at me. "That's not really the kinda girl I am."
"Didn't think so, but figured it didn't hurt to ask. Didn't want you to leave here crying that I didn't offer more." I would never say this to another girl; I’m not a monster. But I can’t fight the frustration I feel at how cool she’s playing things.
"No chance of that."
Damn, this girl is a hard nut to crack. She's not giving any sort of sign as to whether or not she enjoyed herself, aside from the orgasm she had.
And I would bet this shop that it was real.
No way this woman would fake it just to make a man feel good about himself.
No, I bet if she wasn't getting off, she'd yawn just to prove a point.
"I'll walk you out."
"No need. I know where the door is."
We have a stare-off for a moment, testing each other’s wills to see who will crack first.
I think she's about to crack, but she doesn't. "Bye."
"Bye."
I wait until I can barely hear her footsteps, then I follow her.
Partially because I need to lock the door behind her, but also because I just want one more look at her.
It’s likely I’ll never see her again, unless she comes back for another tattoo.
But even then, she’ll likely book Raina instead of me just to piss me off and confuse me even more.
I stand against the wall in the back hallway, watching as she leaves.
Not a care in the world. Her figure passes the large window to the right of the door, and I catch her glancing into the shop as she walks by.
If she sees me watching her, she doesn’t let on.
Her face looks curious. I hope it’s because something is compelling her to reach out again. But then she continues out of sight.
I walk through the main area, toward the front door. I’m stopped when I spot something out of the corner of my eye.
“No way…” I can barely get the words out through my guttural laugh, but they’re only meant for my own ears, anyway.
B’s jacket.
I bend over and pick it up off the floor. She must have walked right past it. Did she leave it here on purpose, or did she truly forget it? With her, all bets are off.