Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
Red
Blue's tongue circles my cap, one hand cups my balls, and her nails dig into my thigh. My pulse spikes so fast, it feels audible. My chair is suddenly too close, the space too tight, and my body hyper-aware of every point of contact with the room.
What is she doing here?
The tip of her tongue presses against the crease where my cap meets my shaft, and my breath catches.
Sucking my dick.
Jesus.
I don't dare look down or move. I lock my spine and keep my hand clenched on the armrest and the pen in my other hand as if nothing in the world has changed.
Casey stares at me, distraught and like an aggressive tiger ready to pounce.
I don't trust my voice, but I can't avoid speaking. I order, "Casey, let's take a breath together." I mimic deep breaths but barely feel the oxygen in my lungs.
Blue lightly sucks on my tip, gliding her thumb over my shaft and squeezing my balls.
How is this girl a virgin?
She has to be lying.
Casey takes two breaths, then her sob cracks through the office, raw and uncontained. "I can't. I can't stop thinking about what he said. About how I look. About how stupid I was to believe—"
"I want you to pause," I interrupt, with heat flaring in my veins and authority settling into my tone. "Put both feet on the floor."
She sniffs. The chair creaks as she shifts and lowers her leg away from her chin. Her hands twist in her lap, and her eyes stay swollen and full of despair. She insists, "He's my life!"
Blue's tongue taunts me further, moving in long, controlled strokes.
I groan, unable to stop it.
Casey's eyes turn to anger. "It's true."
Blue grazes her nails over my inner thigh, then deep throats my cock.
Sensation coils low and relentless, deliberate in its pacing, as if testing how long I can remain composed. Another sound tears out of my chest before I can stop it, and Casey's face tips into confusion, then anger. She snaps, "Am I boring you, Dr. Mercer?"
I've helped numerous women in Casey's shoes over the years.
Never like this.
Blue circles her thumb on my shaft near my balls, sucking and licking with precision.
My jaw locks. I don't move or look down.
I anchor myself to the desk while heat surges and crests in a way that leaves me dizzy and hollowed all at once.
The room tilts, control slips through my fingers even as I force my expression into calm neutrality.
By the time my breath evens, something fundamental has already broken, and I know Blue feels the change.
It sparks something dark, furious, and dangerously alive in my chest.
She doubles down, working my cock like it's a natural thing she does every day.
Sweat pops out on my skin.
"Are you getting mad about my session?" Casey hurls, peering closer.
"Why would you say that?" I question, gritting my teeth.
"Your face is red."
I demand, "Look at me, Casey! Actually—close your eyes."
The words land with weight. She obeys instantly.
I slide the chair back and glance down at Blue. Her flushed cheeks and bright, wild eyes are more intoxicating than ever. She continues working my cock while not blinking, keeping her gaze locked on mine, then lowers her hand off my thigh and shoves it under her dress.
Jesus Christ.
"What now?" Casey asks, tearing my focus off Blue.
I barely get out, "Count. Slowly. One to one hundred. Out loud."
It's the moment I should stop this. It's the opportunity to push my chair away from the desk, latch my pants, and step next to Casey to tell her the session is up so I can get Blue out of my office.
I don't.
Instead, I slouch farther down in my chair, unfasten my top shirt button, and slide my hand into Blue's hair. I push her back and forth over my cock, watching her play with herself.
"One," Casey whispers.
Blue's eyes water, but she doesn't resist. She takes all of me in, her face turning redder.
"Two," Casey says, and it feels way too fast.
"Say Mississippi in between," I firmly instruct. Sweat pops out on my forehead. My balls tighten.
"Three Mississippi," Casey obeys.
Heat coils low, sharp and intrusive, a visceral betrayal that makes my breath hitch for half a second. I lean back another inch, controlling Blue's head.
"Four Mississippi," Casey says.
"Louder," I order.
"Five Mississippi," she shouts.
"Now faster," I order.
"Six Mississippi. Seven Mississippi. Eight Mississippi," Casey recites.
I grit my teeth, unable to take my gaze off my beautiful Bluebird, quivering under my desk, sucking my cock with expert precision, while I pump her face faster over my cock.
It's wrong...so fucking wrong, and my moral compass is completely gone. Everything about the seduction of her under my desk, getting off on blowing me taps into something I never thought I possessed.
Casey's voice stays loud and constant, with her eyes shut. I don't register the numbers, unable to decipher anything but Blue and sensations attacking me.
My hands tighten in her hair. I ground through my thighs, through the soles of my shoes pressed flat against the floor.
I've done crisis containment in rooms filled with screaming, bleeding people. I can do this, I tell myself, then tear my eyes to Casey.
"Eighty Mississippi. Eighty-one Mississippi."
Blue flicks her tongue on my cock, and sucks so hard I fracture. A violent tremor hits me, and I cum into her mouth with an unexpected force.
I grip the edge of the desk and curl her hair around my fist, convulsing while she swallows me with her eyes rolling and body trembling as hard as mine.
"What now, Dr. Mercer?" Casey questions.
I jerk my head toward her, relieved she still has her eyes closed. I manage, "Don't move. Count to one hundred in your head now."
Silence fills the air, along with our arousal so thick, I don't know how Casey can't smell it. I study Blue as she continues to work her clit, not taking her mouth off me, until I can't handle it anymore and push her away.
"Don't open your eyes," I growl, sliding my chair back so I can zip my pants.
"I'm not," Casey whines.
"Good."
Blue blinks hard a few times, then locks her eyes on mine. A drop of cum glistens in the corner of her mouth. She licks her lips slowly, twice, then curls her finger at me.
I hesitate.
She shoots me a challenging look, continuing to motion.
I secure my belt and slide my chair back toward her. In a quick move, she reaches up and shoves her fingers in my mouth.
I groan internally, the scent and taste of her sweet saltiness overpowering me and making my cock twitch again.
She smirks, pulls them out of my mouth, and shimmies her dress over her hips. She sits back against the side of my desk, then tugs at the strings of her blush silk panties, and each side falls, revealing her glistening pussy.
Another round of heat flares inside me. I grip the armrest.
"What now?" Casey asks.
"Do it again. You're doing great," I add, and double-check her eyes are still shut before resting back on my Bluebird.
"Okay, but I think I'm calm now."
"Keep counting," I firmly assert, then reiterate, "You're doing well. This is exactly what you need."
Blue bunches her panties in a ball and tosses them on my lap.
I freeze, staring at them, my mouth watering.
She turns her body toward mine, then sits with her legs crisscrossed and her pussy on full display.
Unable to stop myself, I stare at her swollen clit, grab her panties, and hold them to my nose. I inhale deeply, over and over, until Casey interjects.
"Done."
I put the panties in my pocket and slide closer to the desk so I can't look at Blue. "Open your eyes."
Casey obeys.
"Great job. Please work on that over the next week."
"Okay."
"Please schedule a follow-up with Shirley," I add.
"That's it?" Casey spouts.
"Yes. Once you do this for a week, we'll be able to tackle issues. Until then, we can't," I lie.
Her mouth hangs open.
"Go on." I point to the door.
"You're serious?"
"Yes. To receive help, you must be calm. I will see you next week, and we can work on things," I state.
She glares at me, stomps out of my office, and slams the door.
Blue slides her hand on my calf.
I don't move, letting the reality of what just happened sink in.
I didn't just cross a boundary with Blue. I crossed one with another patient.
My hands tremble. I shove my chair back and stand too fast, heart pounding, heat and horror tangling in my chest. I hit the button on my phone.
"Casey stormed out of here upset. She didn't schedule another appointment," Shirley's voice flies through the line.
I ignore her concern. "Clear the rest of my schedule for the afternoon. I think I might have the flu. Best if you go home before I come out. Intercom me when you're leaving."
"Oh dear. Can I get you anything?" Shirley frets.
"No, thank you. Please go soon so you don't get this," I fib.
"Okay."
Blue shifts, and I point at her, murmuring, "Don't move."
Her eyes widen in surprise, but she sits back, casually against the desk. She pushes her fingers inside her pussy, then thrusts them back and forth while pinning innocent eyes on me.
My blood pressure spikes again. I tell myself to tear my eyes from her, but I can't.
The phone beeps. Shirley says, "I'm leaving now."
"Thanks. Have a good night."
"Hope you're okay," she offers.
"I will be," I assure and hit the button.
I wait a few minutes, watching Blue drip arousal on my floor, and getting hard again. She tilts her head and licks her lips.
My chest rises and falls fast. I get up, crack the door open, and relief hits me. Shirley's gone. I go to the entrance and lock it. I step into my personal space and order, "Get up."
Blue pops out from under the desk, hair disheveled, eyes too bright and blown wide. She flips the hourglass, puts it on the desk, then pulls her dress down. She props herself up on my desk next to the hourglass, crosses her legs, and narrows her eyes. "Interesting session, Dr. Mercer."
The hourglass sits between us, sand drifting, time pretending it hasn't just been bent out of shape.