Chapter 13 Robyn
“You dirty little slut!” Letty shrieks from the other end of the line, and I burst out laughing. I made sure sleeping on the couch wasn’t an option for him last night, forcing him to come to bed with me. “Someone clearly likes a little sugar with their daaaddy.”
“Oh shut up, it’s not like that.”
“What exactly is it like then?” she questions, but I can hear the humour in her words.
“It’s just sex… while he’s still married to my bitch mother, nothing more, nothing less.” Jumping up from the bed I make my way over to the bathroom and look at the mess which is my reflection. “Jesus…” I snort.
“What?”
“He really fucked the shit out of me last night, because… damn, I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.”
“I’m not surprised after the picture you sent me of him sleeping, I mean… hello!?” She chuckles. I pick up the brush beside the sink and start brushing my hair as Letty continues to talk. “Also, the fact you’re literally fucking your mother’s husband is wild to me.”
“I wish I cared, but the dick’s just too good. At one point I thought the poor bastard might have a heart attack with the way he was rocking my shit. I mean he’s forty-nine, he could pull a muscle and be out of the game for weeks.”
Letty bursts into hysterics, her dirty cackle causing me to pull the phone away from my ear. “Is it safe for you to travel to LA yet?”
Tying my hair up into a messy bun and slipping out of my pajamas, I hold the phone against my ear using my shoulder. “Urgh, no. The blizzard stopped this morning, and Jack says the snow should start melting over the next couple of days, so once I can pack up and leave, I’ll send you a WhatsApp.”
“You’re actually going to leave?” She sounds surprised.
“Don’t be shocked, he made it very clear this was only until I was able to leave. I don’t think he’s looking for anything right now. And to be honest—”
“Neither are you,” she finishes my sentence for me. “I know. I just figured that might have changed this morning?”
“Nah,” I snort. “I have far too much going on, and besides it’s just fun. My mother fucked the chef; he fucks her daughter… kind of makes sense.”
“Alright. But I don’t want to hear shit about how you fell in love with him when you get here.”
It’s my turn to dissolve into a fit of laughter now, because if there’s one thing that’s never going to happen… it’s me falling in love with Jack Miller.
Not in a million years.
Swinging my body playfully around the end of the bannisters, I make my way through the foyer towards Jack’s office.
I’m wearing one of his white shirts and nothing else, because why else would I be looking for him if it wasn’t to get fucked again, or at least to please him.
He said it’s over the moment we’re not snowed in anymore…
so I’m going to make the most of it while we are.
When I reach the door to his office I don’t bother knocking—even though I can hear him talking with multiple people inside. As quietly as I can, I grip the handle and open it, stepping inside and closing the door behind me.
His eyes roam over my body, the corner of his mouth twitching in approval over my clothing choice.
“Yes, upgrading the security levels for Sanderson House would be the best option here,” he agrees, curling his finger and silently beckoning me over.
“I think it’s abundantly clear to everyone on this call that a security break like this is unacceptable. ”
“Of course, Jack,” another man replies just as I carefully drop to my knees and begin to crawl underneath the desk.
As more men chime in on the conversation, he sits in silence, widening his legs so I’m able to kneel between them.
Jack glances down at me as I slowly begin popping the buttons of his crisp white shirt one at a time, teasing him.
He settles his elbow on the arm of the chair and uses his closed fist to mask the smirk on his face.
“Don’t you think so, Jack?” someone asks him.
He clears his throat, turning his attention back to his laptop screen. “Run that by me again, I was going through some options in my head and wasn’t paying attention.”
I stifle my laugh as best as I can when his foot taps against the side of my upper thigh. I remove his shirt from my body, tossing it behind me and out of view. Starting at his ankles I glide my hands up the full expanse of his legs, flattening my palms when I reach his thick, muscular thighs.
“Do you think it would be better to incorporate a brand-new set of coding into the current security system, just so in the event a crash like this does happen again they have a failsafe?”
“A failsafe is something they should’ve had from the beginning, so why was this not set up in the first place?
” Jack replies, readjusting himself in his seat as I pop the button on his trousers open and lower the zipper.
He bridges his hips slightly so I’m able to pull them and his boxers down and under his firm ass.
Jack watches as I lick the entirety of my hand then turns his attention back to the screen, trying his hardest to pay attention, even though I know he’s dying inside.
“How—” He coughs when I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin to jerk him nice and slow. “How long do you expect it to be before this new failsafe system can be ready for a… t-test run?” He stutters briefly before centring himself again.
I rise up on my knees, resting the crown of his dick against my lower lip, collecting as much saliva in my mouth as I can before letting it dribble from my pursed lips and over his thick cock.
“Fuuuck,” he whispers through gritted teeth. When I slurp his cockhead into my mouth he inhales deeply through his nose, holding the air in his lungs for a few seconds before releasing it out of his mouth.
I wink up at him as I begin to jerk him off, using both my hands in a twisting motion as I move them up the length of his shaft, taking more of him into my mouth as I go and never taking my eyes off of him.
He reaches forward, stroking the back of his fingers over my cheek and into my hair, fisting his hand harsh enough to make me moan around his cock.
“Also, while we are at it, I think we need to reevaluate the pricing levels for in-house security,” another man says.
“I agree.” The other people in on the meeting approve.
Jack thrusts his dick all the way down the back of my throat, pressing his other hand on my head and holding me down. The invasion of it stuns me and I start to choke and gag around the length of him.
“I think that’s a great idea, Ben.” He coughs, masking my sounds as his own. I poke my tongue out further, trying to find some release but it’s no use as I heave and tears begin to fill my eyes. “Who do you think we should go with?” he asks, releasing me.
Thick globs of saliva fall down my chin and onto my bare chest, most of it still attached to the underside of his dick, leading back to my mouth, and as I blink away the panicked tears from my eyes, I watch all my drool trail down to the little seam of his balls.
“Maybe we could look into—”
“Again,” Jack mouths wordlessly at me, his bright green eyes boring into mine as he clicks his fingers and points at his stiff dick, and I nod because even though I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, the rush I got when I was finally able to was incredible.
“We also need to speak to Deathtrap Media again; the owner still has yet to return his contract. Dennis, can you deal with that? I’m a little too tied up at the moment. ”
“Of course, boss.”
I open my mouth wide and poke out my tongue, flattening it against my chin waiting for him to serve me what I’m so eager for. He holds either side of my head and begins to slowly guide my mouth onto his cock, and I take the deepest of breaths before he’s fully sheathed inside my throat once more.
Jack slowly thrusts in and out, not giving me much room to breathe, but the thrill of knowing I’ll be retching soon enough, covering him in my spittle, turns me on.
He holds me there for what feels like forever, and when the burn in my lungs becomes too much, I tap his thigh, begging for freedom… and he relinquishes his hold instantly.
He taps a button on his laptop but looks at the screen as he hides his mouth behind his hand. “Now suck it, Robyn, show me what a gluttonous slut you are for my cum.” Tapping the button once again informs me he muted his mic previously.
I begin working his cock like it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, licking and kissing the shaft, jerking him off and spitting on it as quietly as I can.
I’m practically worshiping it, dragging my tongue all the way down to the base and sucking both his balls into my mouth, not forgetting to give them just as much attention.
I’m so lost in the moment that when Jack slouches down in his chair I pop his balls out of my mouth and without thinking I run my tongue further down, gliding it over his taint, but I can’t get close enough. So I yank his trousers over his knees and let them pool at his feet.
Leaning forward, I press my hands to his inner thighs and spread them wider which enables me better access to do exactly what I want.
I gaze up at him and he gives me a quick nod letting me know I can continue doing what I want.
So I do. I kiss and lick his taint gently while jerking his dick at the same time, but the moment I flatten my tongue and glide it over his untouched asshole, he jerks forward frantically.
“Fuck!” he barks, both of us instantly stilling.
“Sir, are you okay?” one of the men on the call asks.
“Yeah, I just, uh, fuck… I spilt my hot coffee everywhere,” he lies terribly, and I have to stifle a giggle with the back of my hand. “Continue with the meeting in my absence and send me an email outlining everything you need confirmation on.”
Jack doesn’t wait for them to answer before he slams his laptop closed and breathes a sigh of relief, slumping back in his chair and kicking his trousers from around his feet. “Keep going,” he exhales.
“Jerk yourself off for me,” I tell him, and watch as he grips his cock firmly and begins to fondle himself.
I place my hands back in their original position and he sags lower in the chair to help me.
Using my thumbs, I spread his ass cheeks apart and poke my tongue out, swirling it in slow circular motions over his tight little ring.
The sounds that flow from his throat are a garbled mess of pleading and begging me not to stop.
“Holy shit,” he whimpers. “God damn it! Don’t stop, Robyn, please.”
“You taste so good, baby,” I murmur against his hole.
What the fuck did I say that for?
Hoping he didn’t hear that last word, I continue to lap and slurp at his anus, stimulating him to release louder cries of enjoyment that are filled with high levels of pleasure.
Without thinking, I stick my finger in my mouth, making it nice and wet before leaning forward on my knees and taking hold of his cock. “Do you trust me?”
“Fuck…” he breathes recklessly. “Yeah… sure.”
I press my finger against his hole, swirling the pad to try and relax him all while simultaneously sucking his cock back into my mouth.
Initially he clenches up not willing to let me in, but after a few seconds of sucking him off he finally begins to relax and I’m able to stick my finger in his ass.
I pop my mouth off the tip of his cock but continue stroking it nice and slow to keep the momentum of his pleasure going.
“Oh, fuck!” he cries. “Don’t… fffuck… Robyn…” he stutters through whimpered words, barely able to form a sentence as I go in search of his prostate, and the moment I find the spongy patch inside him, I begin to work it at a nice slow pace, watching as his cock jerks in my hand.
“HOLYMOTHERFUCKINGCHRIST! Right there… Don’t… don’t fucking… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he chants. So I continue my assault on his prostate, edging him closer to orgasm and turning him into a whimpering, convulsing mess. “I’m coming!” he cries out.
I gently pull my finger from his ass and say, “Come in my mouth… I want to taste you.” He stands up from his swivel chair, threading his hands through my copper hair and I open my mouth, patiently waiting.
He jerks himself a few times before groaning animalistically, “nngh!” and shooting thick ropes of hot cum into my waiting mouth, but he’s shaking so much, half of it ends up covering my face.
As he falls back into his seat, fully spent and a blubbering mess, he looks down at me and watches as I sweep the remnants of his release off my face and into my mouth. Swallowing everything before I poke out my tongue to show him.
“Good boy.” I wink.
“Come here.” He chuckles loudly, bending forward and lifting me into his lap. “I’ll show you what a good boy I can be.”