The List #2
Despite what people might think, even with my hefty interest in kink, I keep it almost entirely in the club. But the thrill that someone could hear us? That everyone else around us is carrying on with their day while I’ve got my face buried in a woman’s ass?
I’m starting to sweat all over again.
“Frankie? You in there?”
I hear a sharp knock at the door that makes Daphne and I freeze.
“Son of a bitch,” I hiss. “Yeah, Rich! I’ll be just a second! Got back from the gym a couple minutes ago!”
I can hear his long, beleaguered sigh through the door.
“No problem, take your time.”
Daphne slips underneath my desk, pressing a finger to her lips with a whisper.
“I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Clever girl, I mouth back.
I pull my chair back to its rightful position, fixing my hair quickly before turning back to the door.
“Come in.”
The door swings open and Dr. Richard Barnes steps inside, dressed like he’s on his way to the least impressive yacht club in the state.
“Ahoy, Matey.” I raise my coffee cup. “To what do I owe this pleasure of this visit?”
Barnes narrows his eyes.
“Why are you in a good mood all of a sudden?”
He’s decked out in loafers, a douchebag polo shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts, which may just be enough to send my libido straight to the afterlife. If you’re fast enough, you can wave at it as it flies toward Mt. Rainier.
“I’m not. You’re here.”
“Charming as always, Francis,” he groans as he lowers himself down, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
With most of the staff here, I walk the line between friend and colleague. But with Barnes? The guy’s a certified creep, so when I’m dealing with him I like to teeter just on the edge of reportable behavior.
“I just saw the posting for that deviance and subcultures PhD seminar. You know that’s within my field. In fact, I’m basically the expert. I want to teach it.”
That cohort has five students in it, three of whom are women, so that’s a big no.
Rumors of Barnes’ affair with a PhD student have been going around for years now.
From what I’ve been able to gather, it didn’t end well, but I can’t move forward without proof.
And I’m working on that, but right now the best I can do is prevent him from getting his hooks in anyone else.
“Oh, that posting’s been filled. Logan’s taking the course when he gets back.”
Barnes leans back in his chair, clearly annoyed, but suddenly I have other things to worry about.
“Seriously? You’re giving it to that overgrown toddler?”
I feel Daphne unzipping my jeans and my whole body tenses.
“It just turns out you two share some of the same interests, Logan—”
I feel a jolt shoot through my spine as Daphne flicks my piercing with her tongue, then smoothly takes the length of my cock down her throat.
“You alright?” Barnes asks, raising a brow.
“Uh-huh. Think I had… too much coffee?”
I guess I was more riled up than I thought, because I’m barely keeping it together.
“You should watch that at your age. Spikes the blood pressure, you know.”
I smile, nodding along with his asinine advice. All I can think about is getting him out of this office so Daphne and I can finish what we started.
“Appreciate the pep talk, thanks for stopping by, Rich. And you know what? I’ll take a second look at that course, who knows.”
Dr. Barnes rolls his eyes, but luckily it seems like he’s had his fill of dealing with mere mortals today, because he leaves without a word, shutting the door behind him in a huff.
I count a few beats just to be absolutely sure he’s gone before reaching under the desk and grabbing Daphne by the hair.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you, Firecracker?”
She peeks up at me from between my thighs, carefully letting my cock free with a final little flick of her tongue.
“Are you going to punish me?”
Fuck, she’s really leaning into the role.
I push my chair away from the desk, and with nothing to rest on she tumbles and lands on her hands.
“There’s a bottle of lube in there. Grab it, and take off your top.”
She peers up at me as I flick my head toward the bottom drawer.
“You keep lube in your desk?” She asks, raising a brow.
“I work a lot of late nights.”
Daphne giggles, opening the drawer to retrieve a small, nondescript bottle, before quickly shedding her shirt and tossing it onto the floor.
“Good girl, now…”
She doesn’t even wait for my instructions, pouring a generous amount all over my cock.
I sigh, beckoning her forward, and she sits up a little straighter.
“Push them together.”
She flashes me a wry smile, but does exactly what she’s told.
“That’s my girl, now don’t move.”
Slowly, I slide my cock between her tits, letting out a little groan.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so goddamn good at this.”
“All I want to do is please you.”
“Well you are,” I groan. “You really fucking are.”
I’m already close, my dick throbbing and twitching as she playfully flicks the tip with her tongue after every thrust.
“Goddammit,” I laugh. “You fucking brat.”
A devilish little giggle bursts from her lips, bouncing a little faster to match the speed of my shaking hips. Every time her tits jiggle my head rocks further back toward the ceiling, and I can feel my climax building.
Faster.
And faster.
Rising along with those maddening flicks of her tongue.
And then an electric tingle shoots down my spine, right before the explosion of pleasure erupts. I shiver and shake as I continue to buck, barely aware of the ropes of hot cum spurting onto her chin and dripping down her chest with every rabid thrust.
She smirks at me as I come to a slow stop, scooping some of the mess up with her finger and sucking it clean. My cock twitches as the last remnants of my climax pulse through me.
“So? Interruptions aside, what grade would you give that performance, Doctor Hughes?”
I reach down to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, the pink in her cheeks making her glow.
“We’ll call that an A+, Firecracker.”