Chapter 27 #2
“You keep trying to tip me. Fuck Venmo, this is what I want from you.”
Ignoring the rush of arousal between my legs, I doubled down. “They’re part of a matching set.”
“Are they, now?” He slid a hand over my dress, sliding the dress sleeve down my shoulder to reveal my plum balconette bra.
“Good investment, this bra is sexy as hell.” His fingertips traced the thin cup and my nipple stiffened. His voice was ragged as he pinched my nipple through the lace. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I panted, breath quickening while his other hand slid back under my skirt and moved slowly, so fucking slowly, towards the apex of my thighs. He arrived at my center, slipped a finger under the fabric …and stopped. I almost screamed. “You’re enjoying torturing me, aren’t you?”
“So, so much,” he purred. The look in his eye — half predatory, half playful — had me more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. With his eyes still locked on my face, he used a single finger to part my folds and press inside.
Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing, deploying just the tip of one finger and igniting me everywhere.
His movement was gentle and curious, without pistoning or pumping, just slow caressing.
I shifted my hips under his touch, arching my breast into his hand, wanting the release I knew he could give me.
“Tell me what you want, Victoria.” His voice was smoky as his finger dipped deeper.
“You know what I want.”
“I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you to make me come."
His tongue darted out to wet that full lip.
“Good girl, using your words,” he said, running the pad of his finger slowly up my front wall, my hips bucking and inner muscles already starting to clench. “Anything else you want?”
“I-I don’t know,” I breathed, prompting a look of surprise. “I can’t think straight right now.”
Rewarding me for my honesty, he added a second finger and my hips started convulsing. He used his forearm to lift my skirt and blow cool air on my clit, making my hips leap. God, I wanted him to touch me there.
He brought his soft lips to my breast and flicked his tongue against my nipple, then leaned back on his heels. “How do you want to come?”
“How?” I repeated in a daze.
“On my hand, like this?” he said, fingers pumping inside me, warm breath against my cool skin as his soft beard tickled my breast. “Or do you want me to lick your pussy?”
My face heated, wanting that more than anything but the words catching in my throat, fighting years of believing that good girls didn’t talk dirty.
I nodded, and his head lowered between my legs.
Fucking finally. He sucked my clit until I was writhing, gripping the armrest, thighs squeezing his ears, right on the edge of …
His head lifted to meet my glare.
Then the bastard laughed at me. Laughed. “Say the words, Victoria. You want me to go down on you? You want me to eat you out? Does that needy clit need to be licked?”
Shit. I was on the edge of an orgasm, and I wanted him so badly I could scream.
“Eric,” I breathed. “Can you just …”
His fingertips increased their intensity as his eyes locked on my face, my breath meeting the pace of his fingers pumping inside me.
“Taste me,” I begged, releasing the chair to thread my fingers through his hair. “Please.”
With that plea, the teasing stopped. His perfect tongue flicked my clit, his fingers pressed that perfect spot, and his hand on my breast pinched with perfect pressure.
My body gave into him, his hands and mouth propelling me over the edge, pleasure bursting outwards from everywhere he touched me. My head fell back against the headrest as I bucked against his mouth and cried out, my hand holding him exactly where he needed to be.
He moaned against my clit, the vibrations extending my pleasure. As the sensitivity crested, I tried to pull him off, but he resisted, slowing the pace of his tongue and the pressure of his fingers, bringing me down gently as he caressed my most sensitive skin.
Every sensation felt like electrical pulses: his beard on my folds, his flyaway hair on my thighs, the tip of his tongue making a small circle just outside my clit, leaning back to kiss the inside of my thigh as his fingertips slid out.
When I finally opened my eyes, his pupils were blown out with desire, his beard wet with proof of my arousal, his soft lips wrapped around his fingertips to suck off my taste.
I let my gaze travel down his body, taking in his panting chest and the hard bulge against his zipper, and pride surged through me. That’s what I did to him, how much he wanted me.
“I want to suck your cock,” I blurted out, surprising myself with the dirty words dripping with desire. I’d never said those words aloud, but they flew out of my mouth unbidden.
“Seriously?” Surprise flickered across his face.
“You don’t want me to?” I asked, taken aback. Years ago, I’d studied videos to ensure I was great at blowjobs so I could reciprocate for a night out or an expensive dinner. But this moment held no reluctance or obligation, only the desire to watch him come apart.
“Of course I do, I just …” An amused grin split over his face. “I assumed I’d get you off, I didn’t expect you to reciprocate.”
I reached for his shirt, pulling him up to stand between my legs, licking my lips as his hips rose to my eye level. Unbuttoning his jeans, I slid them down to reveal boxer briefs straining with his erection … and I laughed out loud at the ridiculous pattern.
“Pineapples?” I ran a hand over the hair on his muscular thigh.
“Christmas gift,” he shrugged as he kicked off his pants, which landed somewhere behind him in my office. “I wasn’t expecting a blowjob tonight.”
I squeezed his thighs. “Like you can’t get one whenever you want.”
“It’s been a while for me, too,” he said, his hand stroking over the strained cotton. I tore my gaze from his boxers to look up at his face, full of desire yet tight with restraint, uncertainty hiding behind his need. “About three months.”
He hadn’t had sex with anybody since he met me.
I pushed his fist aside, the underside of his shaft pulsing against my palm. When my hair fell in front of my face, I paused to scan my desk for an elastic.
He tore loose his bun, his glorious mane cascading down around his face. His fingers scraped my scalp to pull my hair into a ponytail with his tie. Strangely, the thoughtful styling felt more intimate than when his fingers had been inside me.
I lowered his boxers and his cock sprang up eagerly. And what a cock it was. My mouth watered at the contrast of his golden skin and slightly lighter shaft, pink at the tip.
“And you call me the Cobra.”
“You’re the little cobra.” When he laughed, his erection slapped against his contracting six pack. Fuck, his body was a masterpiece. “He’s the King Cobra.”
Laughing, I brought my hand around the shaft. The crown was wet with precum, which I licked off with the tip of my tongue.
“Don’t tease, Victoria,” he commanded, voice gruff. His palm caressed my cheek, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip. “You’ve been doing that for months. Put that smart mouth to work.”
I dropped to my knees and slid my lips around his cock. Wrapping a hand around his thigh for leverage, I went deeper with each pass, relishing the tightness in his hamstrings as he battled his urge to thrust.
“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he brushed the loose flyaways away from my face. “Those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock look even better than I imagined.”
I picked up the pace, pressing my tongue into his crown on the way up and increasing my suction on the way down. His ass tightened as my tongue fluttered on the underside of his shaft.
“Good girl, just like that,” he sighed between panting breaths. He enjoyed for a few minutes as I explored, his searing gaze locked on every flick of my tongue, moaning as my hand caressed his balls. “I’m gonna come, how do you …?”
“Mouth?” I lifted off quickly to ask, “Or breasts?”
I usually went with whatever ended fastest without major cleanup required, but not now. Right now, both choices turned me on. I barely recognized myself as this bold vixen.
His head dropped back, the vein in his neck pulsing as if the decision itself was agony, then snapped down. “Tits.”
My hand released his balls to tug down the other strap of my dress, unclasping my bra and tossing it near his jeans. He shuddered, using his hand around my ponytail to pull my mouth off his cock and biting out, “Chair.”
I lifted off my knees and leaned back on the seat, legs wide to keep him close.
His grip on my ponytail tilted my neck and I arched my back to present my breasts.
With a pleased groan, he wrapped his hand over mine around his cock to pick up the pace, stroking vigorously before he came in long spurts.
As the warm wetness landed on my nipples, his eyes were locked on my chest, expression primal as his cum spread on my willing breasts.
He exhaled heavily as the last tension drained from his muscles. He released my hair and propped himself up on the back of the chair as his eyelids closed in relief.
The liquid slowly dripped into my cleavage, leaving a messy trail. I cupped my fingers to prevent it from dripping onto the dress pooled around my waist. When he opened his eyes and saw me touching my breasts, he murmured, “Shit, you know exactly what I like.”
Under his still-heated gaze with his praise hanging between us, I changed my movement from being utilitaria —I’d been hoping to wear this again before dry cleaning—to seductive, rubbing his cum into my skin.
“Good girl,” he murmured as my fingers caressed my nipple.
His obvious desire emboldened me, giving me an idea that had never crossed my mind before: I lifted a finger to my mouth and sucked it clean.
He watched with such unabashed desire that I didn’t know how to react … so I wiped some cum off my collarbone, saying dryly, “Usually I prefer diamonds, but I could get used to pearls.”
A shocked look crossed his face before his mouth widened into an incredulous smile. He doubled over with a whooping laugh. “Christ, I didn’t think you’d know what a pearl necklace was. You just keep surprising me.”
He pulled me up to stand, my dirty chest rubbing his clean shirt. “Now turn around so I can unzip that dress, and let’s get you cleaned up in the shower.”