Chapter 14 #2
“I have a better idea,” she whispers as her eyes flash to the clock. She hits her knees before I know what’s happening, and she’s undoing my belt before I can get a word out. “We have to be quick because my lunch break will be over soon.”
“Bristol,” I breathe out her name as she pulls down the zipper and wraps her hand around me.
Her palm is warm, and she’s gentle as she gives my dick one stroke before looking up at me to confirm this is something I want.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg her for her mouth before my brain kicks in.
I would never fucking do this in the normal course of my life.
It’s too reckless. I have a reputation to uphold.
A company to run. Business to handle in a small town that wouldn’t be helped by me getting blown in a sex toy shop on my lunch break, let alone being with my son’s aunt dressed in a gingham costume dress that’s so fucking short I can almost see her panties when she leans forward. I feel depraved even considering it.
But one look at her face, the way her eyes light as she gives me a wicked little smile, and I’m a fucking goner. How many chances like this will I get in a lifetime? If history serves, it’s exactly one. So I’m taking it.
“I’m gonna make a mess of that dress,” I warn her.
“You can try.” She lifts a brow and then leans down to take a taste of me, her tongue swirling over the tip of my dick.
“Fuck…” I groan, my eyes shuttering as I lean back in the chair, gripping the armrests to keep myself steady.
Her lips wrap around me, and she takes another tentative taste before she sets to the task of making me lose all ability to speak.
Her right hand works over me in tandem with the bob of her head and the soft dance of her tongue touching every inch of me.
She’s messy with the way she licks and sucks, and as much as I love the sight of her, I close my eyes again to listen to the sounds.
They echo off the walls of this room. The wet slide of her lips up and down my dick, the murmuring of praise, and my favorite fucking part—the soft moans she’s making when she takes me deep.
So deep I might never come back from it.
Her fingers dig into my right thigh as I jerk my hips involuntarily, and my dick bumps the back of her throat.
My eyes snap open, and hers are watering, but it’s not with complaint.
She’s still going, taking me again and pushing her limits while I do my best not to move.
There’s a flash of skin in the mirror, and I see the full tableau of us reflected there.
Her on her knees in front of my chair, the slow bob of her head up and down and the way her skirt is riding up so high that I can absolutely see her panties now.
The lace trim hugs her upper thighs, and the curve of her cheeks makes me want to bury my face between them. But I can’t see what I want.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whisper the request, and she complies as best as she can from the position she’s in. I get a glimpse of what I needed. She’s wet. Seeping through the fabric. “You like sucking dick like this? On your knees while I watch you get wet in the mirror?”
She lets her lips slide off my dick slowly, leaving a small drip of us on her lower lip that I brush away with my thumb before I put it into my own mouth. She watches, her lips forming a small O of surprise at the way I do it.
“I like sucking your dick. You make it easy to enjoy.”
“Then finish me off so I can take care of you. I want to hear you beg for me before we’re done.”
“You first,” she taunts before she sets back to work.
I brush her hair out of her face, and her eyes lift to meet mine, watching me while she destroys whatever pride I have left by making me come in record time.
“Darlin’, watch yourself,” I warn her. It’s rare I do this.
It’s probably been years since the last time.
I don’t like the idea of someone catering to my needs just for the sake of it.
I want someone who wants me as much as I want her.
All in. Desperate and eager. And Bristol makes me feel needed in the best fucking way.
So I don’t know why I’m surprised when she stays when I try to warn her off.
I would have happily made a mess of her pretty blue dress, but she swallows me down instead.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, darlin’. You’re a fucking angel.” I’m muttering ridiculous shit I’m probably going to regret later while she’s taking me until I’m spent and sated. I’m practically shaking from how good it is by the time she’s done.
But I’m ready to take care of her now. Fighting to clear the fog so I can make this as good for her as she just did for me.
I’m stuck staring at her instead. Her deep brown eyes sucking me into a vortex of thoughts about how I can’t ever let her go as her fingers delicately sweep at the corners of her mouth.
She slowly rises from her position on the floor.
“I should get back to work. It’s probably time to reopen, and I haven’t even eaten yet.” Her eyes dart to the clock again.
“Fuck that. They can wait until after I’ve eaten. Take the panties off and bend over.”
“Anson!”
“Ans?”
She says my name in a teasing scold at the same time a deeper male voice echoes it. Her eyes widen at the same moment my heart freezes in my chest.
“Ans? Is that you? I thought I heard your voice.” Bo’s voice enters our small bubble like a bomb, blowing it to smithereens as I see her tiptoe back into the corner of the changing room.
I have no choice but to answer right now. But later… Later I might strangle my brother for ruining this for me.