Chapter 37 #2
The risk of being discovered is an added thrill I had no idea I would be turned on by, but am. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as badly as I want this.
I take one slow, unhurried lick down the length of his cock, slowly dragging my tongue from the underside of his thick head all the way to the base.
Wilder’s entire body goes taut, the muscles of his thighs coiling tightly, his hand flying off the arm of his chair to my hair, where his fingers tangle in the strands roughly.
Not to stop me, but more like he needs to feel in control of a situation where it’s clear he’s not.
I am.
My tongue darts out and laps at the bead of cum that’s seeping from his slit, and I fight back a moan at the taste.
It’s salty, and masculine, and nothing like I expected. It’s Wilder.
I wrap my lips around the head and suck, using my tongue on the small ridge on the underside that has his grip in my hair tightening.
Clearly, he likes that, so I do it again, feeling him tense even further.
Inch by inch, I slowly ease my mouth down his cock, taking him in as far as I can go until my eyes are watering and I’m close to gagging.
“So, I think that we’ve got a clear plan about what we want to see out of the team for this series.
Is everyone good with what we’ve discussed?
” a woman’s voice says from above me, and I realize that I’ve been so caught up in tasting him, I’ve completely shut out the meeting, honestly nearly forgetting that it was even happening.
I pull off him when I need to suck in a quiet breath. A string of saliva trails from my mouth to the head of his cock, and I find his eyes on me, dark and hungry, wearing an expression that makes me rub my thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache that’s building higher and higher inside me.
I had no idea that sucking his cock would make me feel like this.
Make me dizzy with need.
“Yep,” Wilder grunts. One syllable is all they get from him, but still, I hear the strain in his voice.
It makes me smile.
Bringing the tip back to my lips, I lick around it like it’s my favorite popsicle and then take him back deep into my mouth, all the way down my throat to where my nose is pressed against his stomach.
His hips flex gently, and it pushes him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag around him. It’s not uncomfortable; it’s just… new.
A feeling I’ve never experienced.
I’m surprised by how much I like it.
By how much I want to be bad for Wilder.
Maybe I just want to be wild for him.
I want to feel his cum painting my throat because he’s lost control.
I make the effort to relax my throat and breathe through my nose as he gently rocks his hips upward, fucking my throat.
Suddenly, he tugs my hair and lifts me off, pulling himself completely out of my mouth with an obscenely loud pop.
And then he leans forward, and I hear the sound of his laptop slamming shut with so much force the desk shakes.
He stares down at me, his pupils dilated, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. Like he’s high on some type of drug.
The rough pad of his thumb traces my bottom lip, over the saliva pooling at the corner, and his fingers tighten their grip in my hair, holding me perfectly still.
“You loved that, didn’t you?” He smirks when I whimper. “Gagging around my cock while I was losing my fucking mind on that video call. Being my bad girl, making a mess of herself, while all I could do was watch?”
I nod and dart my tongue out to lick the pad of his thumb before sucking the tip into my mouth.
He stares down at me, his admiring gaze drinking me in, and I grin around his finger.
I don’t even know who I am right now, but I love it.
Every second of it.
Wilder pulls his thumb free and shakes his head, mouth tilting, until I put his cock where his finger just was, sucking him deep into my mouth once more.
A low, strangled groan spills out of him, and his head falls back on his shoulders. His hand flies to my hair, tangling at my nape again.
Only this time, he’s not quiet. He’s not bothering to mask the way his control has slipped or the way what little restraint remains is frayed around the edges.
“Fuuuuuck,” he growls, and I feel every single syllable between my legs. “Just like that, baby. Swallow me.”
I do as I’m told, his praise encouraging me to take him deeper, until I have to pull off and suck in a ragged breath.
He’s gorgeous like this.
Head thrown back in pleasure, his body trembling while I work his cock in my fist, stroking roughly.
I can tell how much he likes it when I squeeze him harder because his hips chase the movement, flexing each time I do.
Wilder guides my mouth on his cock with the hand fisted in my hair, and I use my hands in tandem, twisting, tugging, and pulling as he fucks my mouth with abandon.
Until suddenly, he’s pulling me off him and shooting up from the chair, his large hand replacing mine around his cock, fisting tightly.
“Open,” he grunts with his eyes wild. “Tongue out, baby.”
I blink, sitting back on my haunches, and do as I’m told, opening my mouth for him and sticking my tongue out.
He’s fighting to keep his eyes open as he roughly strokes his cock, a guttural groan tearing free from his chest, long and drawn out as he explodes.
With each stroke, he spills his cum into my mouth, covering my tongue with it until I feel it dripping out of the corners, coating my chin and lips.
“Hold it there, baby.” His hungry gaze snags on mine. “You look so goddamn pretty with my cum filling your mouth.”
I sway slightly on my knees from how unbelievably hot this is, but I follow the directions and keep his cum on my tongue where he can see it.
It’s salty and tangy. Not at all unpleasant.
Because it tastes like Wilder.
I’m trembling when he presses his middle and ring fingers onto the tip of my tongue, then slowly pushes his cum and fingers down to the back of my throat until I gag around them.
His cock twitches, still half-hard from my mouth, or maybe he’s just already hard again, doing something so… dirty and obscene.
If he flipped my dress up right now, he’d see how wet I am.
How turned on I am by all of this.
“You like swallowing my cum, baby?”
I nod around his fingers, and his eyes darken impossibly. “That’s because you’re my bad girl, huh? You fucking love getting dirty for me.”
Again, I nod.
I’m past the point of caring, past any point of reason.
I slip my hand between my thighs and dip my fingers into the front of my panties to where I’m wet and slippery. I rub my clit in circles, a moan spilling out of me at finally, God, finally having some relief.
Wilder’s eyes flash down to where I’m touching myself, and he slips his fingers out of my mouth.
He hums. “Do you need my cock in there? Need me to fill that tight little pussy and make it better?”
He has no idea how needy I feel right now.
I’m tempted to push him down on the floor and impale myself on his cock within seconds.
Especially if he keeps talking like this.
I don’t pause, rubbing my clit furiously, desperate in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been.
But then, in a blink, Wilder’s hauling me up from the ground, careful not to hit my head against his desk, before I find myself turned around and bent over the top of it.
I have no idea where his laptop or any of the things on top of it went, but I assume they’re on the floor now.
A loud whine bursts through my lips when he flexes his hips against my ass, and I feel how hard he is.
Cool air kisses my skin as he flips my dress up, the wetness between my legs now exposed, and I can’t stop the shiver that travels a path down my spine.
“Just look at you. Goddamnit.”
His calloused palms run along the outside of my thighs and over my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them roughly.
And then… there’s a sharp slap against my ass, and my skin stings. It burns in the most delicious way, like he’s striking a match to set me aflame.
Wilder just freaking spanked me.
My pussy is throbbing and clenching already, and I can feel how much of a mess I am between my legs, but I don’t care.
I’m so turned on.
“Fucking hell, Maisie. I can see your tight little hole clenching, searching for something to fill it. So fucking hot, baby.” The words are choked out.
Oh God.
Oh God.
I drop my forehead down onto the desk beneath me, my fingers curling around the edges tightly while he spanks me, over and over, each strike of his hand causing my nipples to brush against the top of the desk.
They’re so sensitive right now that I feel like I could come this way, with only him spanking me.
The sound of his slaps echoes around the room.
It’s dirty, and hot, and wrong, but also so, so right.
Getting spanked by the coach while his players are just outside on the ice.
After a series of lashes, he pauses, breathing hard in short, shallow pants, and dips his head, laving my burning skin with his tongue, running his fingers gently over each globe until I’m nearly melting into the desk below. He nips at my skin, raking his teeth across it.
“About time I spanked this ass, don’t you think?” he says, grabbing handfuls of my ass and spreading me open, sucking in a breath as he admires the view. “That mouth likes to say shit that now your ass is having to take the punishment for.”
“Doesn’t feel very much like a punishment, Coach.”
He chuckles darkly behind me, and goose bumps explode on my skin. “Yeah, well, next time we’re not in my office and we’re at home, I’ll be sure to make it feel like one, baby.”
I suck my lip between my teeth. “Promises, promises.”
When he curves his massive body over me, the whistle around his neck jingles, clanking against my back, and I turn, glancing over my shoulder at him, a salacious thought suddenly sprinting through my mind.
“Will you…” I trail off, my confidence faltering slightly at actually having to say one of my fantasies out loud. “Will you put your whistle around… my neck?”
There’s a rumble coming out of Wilder’s chest, but he doesn’t say anything.