Chapter 8 #3
I gently pushed her hips a little wider, and she shuffled right to the edge of the chair, her breathing heavy. Her hand reached out, holding the top of my head. Fuck, she looked good. Her pussy was shining with arousal, her trim was so cute, and fuck, she smelled so good.
I dived in and moaned instantly. Fuck, it had been too long since I’d done this.
I licked up her folds, and she moaned deeply, flying a hand straight over her mouth to stop herself from being too loud, and bloody hell I was throbbing.
I licked up her arousal before lightly flicking my tongue over her clit, which made her hand in my hair tighten, and she pulled me closer to her.
I began to lick harder with the flat length of my tongue, and her hips arched up toward me.
I moved my hands from holding onto her calves to push her hips down lightly, keeping her still for me.
I kept licking, but took breaks just to suck lightly on her clit, and she began to tense.
Her hand was more forcefully pushing me against her now, and her hips were trying to fight against my hold.
She was close. I circled my tongue on her clit before I sucked harder, and she whimpered into her own hand as her thighs tensed up completely.
She came, hard. Fuck yes, Blondie. Her nails dug into the back of my head, and it fucking hurt, but I didn’t stop sucking until she gasped and her legs went entirely weak.
I pulled back softly, and because I was fucking hungry, I licked up her come, coating my tongue, making myself moan aloud.
She whimpered as I did, letting go of my hair and rubbing at her face, desperately trying to compose herself.
When I’d had my fill of her, I pulled back, kissing her thighs softly before I sat back on my heels and looked up at her with a grin, wiping the back of my hand across my chin.
She exhaled deeply and smiled softly as I helped her sit more comfortably on the chair, pulling her skirt down enough so it was more comfortable.
But I wasn't fucking helping her close her blouse, because she looked fucking incredible with her tits out like this.
I couldn't help but lean forward and kiss across her chest.
She gently combed her fingers through my hair and tugged me toward her, and I kissed her gently. She whimpered, tasting herself on my lips, and I deepened the contact as I intertwined our tongues, making her groan. I pulled back and whispered, “Are you okay?”
She nodded and pulled me back in for a soft kiss. She smiled against my lips as she answered, “I’m having a really good morning.”
I chuckled. “Perfect.”
Her eyes flickered down, and she whispered, “I should probably…” her voice trailing off. I grinned.
Shrugging, I said, “I quite like the view.”
She blushed and shook her head, pulling me back toward her for a kiss I gave gladly.
Fuck, I felt so much better. Fucking soaked, but right then I could barely remember why I was pissed off to begin with.
As our lips slid effortlessly across each other, I glided my hand down her exposed skin and held her waist; she hummed happily.
Neither of us deepened the kiss, just using each other to ground ourselves in this exact moment.
Then her breathing changed again, but it was completely different, and her lips went entirely still. I pulled back. “Billie, are you okay?”
She fumbled and checked her watch. “Fuck, Alex, I need to be in a seminar in five minutes!” She began to completely panic, pulling her bra properly back into place and fumbling with her buttons, doing them up completely lopsided.
I grabbed her frantic hands. “Breathe, Blondie,” I said calmly, and pushed her hands away to undo her wrong buttons, beginning to do them back up properly.
She took a shaky deep breath and abruptly stood up. I moved with her, sorting out her blouse as she pulled down her skirt. Her eyes widened in realisation, and I nodded toward her desk with a grin. "They're under the desk.”
Her eyes found the sodden knickers, and she sighed heavily.
I finished fixing her buttons, and she moved quickly away to her handbag in the corner, pulling out a fresh pair of knickers.
She moved one foot and then the other, pulling them on in a way that was both incredibly graceful and hilarious given the rush.
She tucked in her blouse before turning back to me, clearly still flushed and a bit giddy at the entire situation. She was so cute.
She tussled her hair and pulled out a mini makeup bag, quickly sorting herself out in the reflection of the glass cabinet behind her, dashing powder around her face to combat the sheen of sweat from coming on my tongue.
I grinned as I picked up my jacket off the floor. A good fucking morning indeed.
She took a deep breath, shaking out her shoulders, and turned, looking far more composed than she did a minute ago.
She caught me completely off guard, pulling me in for a fast, soft kiss.
I grabbed onto her waist, pulling her flush against me before she let go.
She smiled softly and stepped back, unlocking the door with a click. “I really need to go.”
I nodded, smiling back. “I know, it’s all good, Blondie.”
I walked out of the office; she followed right behind me, sighing, keeping her voice incredibly low. “Stop calling me Blondie.”
I smirked as we turned the corner toward the lift. “Not a fucking chance.”
She groaned but fought a massive smile on her lips. She was cute. I did really like her. Not like I was going to fucking start taking her to dinner, but like, if she wanted to do this again, I’d absolutely be up for it.
We stepped into the lift together. She pressed the button, and as the heavy doors began to close, she looked over to me and raised an eyebrow.
“What?” I asked with a slight chuckle.
She shook her head and looked straight at the doors in front of us. “What sort of morning were you having?”
I grinned and rolled my eyes. “I’d rather think about the morning I’ve just had.”
She didn't say anything, just tucked her hair behind her ears. The doors opened on the ground floor, and she bustled out quickly, not looking back as she rushed toward her seminar room.
I watched her go. Fuck, my ego was huge. It took me like five minutes to have that woman locking her office door. Good for me.
I chuckled as I turned away, and I was pretty sure my entire chest caved in as I met Dr. Carter’s gaze.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. She looked fucking murderous. Her eyes flicked to the hallway Blondie had just disappeared down before she turned away, her heels clicking aggressively across the reception floor as she left the building.
Oh shit. I mean, we weren't doing anything, just in the lift together. Yes, okay fine, I was fully ogling her as she walked away. Technically, that just made me a perv rather than inherently doing something wrong. But fuck, she looked absolutely furious.