Chapter 14 #2
But he’s just playing along to check an item off my list. His words are just lines he’s reciting, not true confessions. Right?
I can’t get out of my head, can’t stop thinking about what all this could mean.
“If you don’t stop thinking about work, I’m going to bend you over your desk and smack that pretty arse until you come. I want you here with me in this moment. Want you to know how much I want to fill you and make you pulse around my cock. And I want your feckin’ eyes on mine when I make ya come.”
He snakes a hand down my leggings and into my panties, gathering my wetness, spreading it around as he massages, teasing me.
“If you ever want to get ahead in this company, you’re going to have to do better than that,” I say breathily, needy for release.
A low growl emanates from his chest as he slips two fingers inside, grinding the heel of his palm against my clit. The dual sensations are overwhelming, like my body doesn’t know what to focus on.
“Too much…” I rasp as my head lolls back and forth against the door.
“You can take it.” He backs off my clit slightly, pumping his fingers faster as his cock grinds against my inner thigh.
“I—”
“It’ll be worth it, ma’am. I promise.”
The ache in my pussy builds, as that familiar tingle starts in my clit, but it feels… different. “Holy shit.”
“That’s it, come all over my fingers.”
Why does it feel like I have to pee? I close my eyes, already in my head.
“Don’t leave me, a chroí. Stay with me. Open those gorgeous feckin’ eyes and look at me when you come.”
My eyes fly open, and I see the intensity on his face. It’s overwhelming how he’s staring at me with such longing. How does he always know when I’m pulling away mentally? When a slight smirk appears, I exhale, knowing he’s got me.
“That’s my girl. Are you gonna squirt for me? It feels like you need to let go, doesn’t it?”
I nod, confused how he could possibly know that.
“That’s how it feels before you squirt. Jesus feckin’ Christ, you’re incredible. Give it to me. Cover my hand in your sweet cum.”
He continues grinding against my inner thigh, his breathing increasing as his eyes bore into mine.
When my orgasm hits seconds later, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Waves of euphoria pulse through me as I shudder in his arms, trying to make eye contact until the intensity is too much and I have to close my eyes, gripping his shirt as I bite his shoulder to stifle my moans.
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes,” he groans into my neck as his hips jerk erratically against me.
Oh my God, did he actually come in his pants? Why is that so incredibly hot?
Before I can process everything that just happened, he sets me on my feet and then drops to his knees, pulling my leggings and panties down as he goes.
“What are you doing?” I say, my voice breathier than I intend it to be.
“You said if you came before me, I’d get to feast on this delicious cunt.
Since you squirted all over my hand, and I’m starving, I want to clean up the mess I made of ya.
” He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and takes my hand, placing it on his head.
“Either use this to hold on or move me where you need me.”
Then he forces my legs open wider with his broad shoulders and licks me like a man starved. With the way he’s eating me, there’s no way he’s not making a bigger mess. And that mess feels so undeniably good.
I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms before.
The closest I’ve come was yesterday when he made me come in the tub and then after on the bed, but there was a decent bit of time between.
Multiple orgasms were on my list. This is just another item he’s checking off, right?
One step closer to this arrangement being over.
Why does that suddenly fill me with dread?
He pulls back. “Thinking about your spreadsheets, ma’am?”
My cheeks heat, realizing he’s caught me having wandering thoughts again. How does he do that? “Sorry.”
“What is it going to take to prove to you that I want this? That I want to get ahead?”
Is he still in character? “You want a bigger role at this company?” I say, continuing the charade. Hiding behind this character feels safe.
His eyes connect with mine, and the look he gives me speaks volumes. “I want anything. Everything. All of it. All of you. All of this,” he says, gesturing around the room with his head.
“At the company?” I say weakly.
“Anything more you’re willing to give me.” He punctuates the words in such a way, making it clear he’s not playing this game anymore. And then he descends on my pussy, kissing, licking, and sucking it like it’s the last time he’ll ever do this.
He lifts me off the ground for a moment, one leg still over his shoulder, the other cradled in his arm as my orgasm hits, setting off the most magical prism against my closed eyes, like a rainbow of pleasure, each new color setting off a different sensation.
Despite my brain screaming warning signs at me, my heart slaps that bitch in the face telling her to be silent for once, as warmth fills my body and I convulse against his face.
I’m totally and completely gone for this man.
And I’m totally screwed.