Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
Jack
We find an unused conference room and she leads me in, locking the door behind us. There are wooden tables set up in a boardroom style in the middle of the room with a projector and lectern at what must be the head of the table. Very business-y, very not me.
I look between the room and her, confused. “Why are we in here?” I ask.
Emily turns to face me, leaning on the door, “I said, we still have things to talk through.”
“And you want a meeting?”
She rolls her eyes and walks towards me. “No, just privacy.” There is almost no space between us now and she has to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. She places a hand on my chest, where I know she can feel my pounding heart and directs me to turn so I have my back against the wall.
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask, my voice gravelly.
She looks down as she says, “Well, it seemed like the other day, you didn’t have chance to enjoy yourself.” She takes a deep breath and lifts her blazing eyes to mine.
She doesn't drop my gaze as she starts to lower herself to her knees and says, “I’m going to change that now.”
I don’t think I’m breathing.
“What are you doing?” I whisper. My eyes are wide as I look down at the goddess kneeling before me.
I grab her hands to stop her as she reaches for the strings on my sweatpants.
I put my hands under her shoulders and lift her so she’s back on her feet, she’s flush to my body as I hold on to her waist. “You don’t have to do anything.
I fucking loved the other day.” My eyes search hers for what reason she could possibly have made up in her head to think I didn’t enjoy when we were together.
Her hands grab my shirt at my chest as if to pull me closer, but she doesn’t look at me as she asks, “Do you not want me to?”
“Of course I do,” I say between ground teeth. I squeeze her hips harder and grind my now throbbing cock against her so she can feel just how fucking much I want her to. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, to feel like it’ll keep me interested.”
She decides this is the perfect time to wet her lips, her little pink tongue glides over the corner of her mouth and she sucks her bottom lip in after it.
“That’s the problem,” she whispers as she leans in closer, raising up on her tiptoes.
Her breath caresses my lips as she says, “I desperately want to. I have been thinking about it since that day on my sofa when I got a taste of you on my hand. I don’t think there’s anything I’d rather be doing right now than having you fuck my mouth. ”
I grip her ponytail in one hand puling her head back and stare into her eyes, searching.
Neither of us blink as I say. “I would like nothing more than your mouth wrapped around my dick, Emily. But don’t you ever think that I didn’t enjoy the other day, just because I went off quicker than intended.
Your pussy riding my fingers is all I have thought about since that day and I will die happily having heard my name on your lips when you came for me. Understand?”
A small whimper is her reply. The noise breaks some tether on me and I crush my lips to hers. I groan when she opens up for me letting my tongue inside to taste her.
She breaks the kiss quickly and drops back down to her knees, her hands have already slid down the waistband of my trousers and she works her way into my boxers gripping me hard. “Fuck!” I cry.
“Shhhh, we don’t want anyone overhearing.” She looks up at me with a wicked grin slapped across her mouth.
Fuck. That mouth. Is she really about to do this?
She reaches around to pull my pants down, freeing me from them and my underwear and as soon as my cock is out, she grips it again in one hand, slowly pumping.
“Mmmmm,” she hums as she slides her thumb over the bead of pre-come that appears at my tip.
My balls tighten as a response to that sound from her.
She meets my gaze once more as she leans her head in, sticking her tongue out and licking me from base to tip. My whole body shudders and I grit my teeth against my shout, a growl leaving instead. She does a few more licks up my shaft, lubricating the way while lazily pumping me in her fist.
She switches between looking me in the eyes and watching what she is doing, as if fascinated by the sight in front of her.
I understand the sentiment; I can’t keep my eyes off what she is doing now.
I watch as she leans in again and this time sucks the tip of me into her mouth.
“Shit,” I bark, unable to stop the thrust of my hips as I’m starved for more.
She grins at my reaction. “Patience,” she tuts. Patience is not something I have a lot of when it comes to feeling her warm and wet around me.
I ball my hands into fists at my side to stop myself from grabbing that ponytail again and fucking her mouth exactly like she asked for. I don’t think she’d really like me to lose all restraint like that, but fuck do I want to.
Finally, she slowly, ever so fucking slowly, sucks in my cock. Taking it inch by inch until her mouth meets her fist at the base where she starts to pump. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me in and out. That perfect little mouth doing exactly what I had dreamed about it doing.
“You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock, Emily,” I say to her, to spur her on but also because it’s the truth, she’s never looked better. “Do you like having my dick inside you like this?” I ask and she hums in agreement, the little vibrations travel right to my balls.
Her free hand roams to reach for one of mine and she places it on the back of her head. Taking her prompt, I grip her ponytail hard and pull slightly, she groans at the pressure.
Oh, so she likes it a little rougher. Good to know.
***
Emily
I wish I could say how I ended up in a conference room, on my knees, in front of Jack Cartwright, his dick in my mouth.
But honestly, I don’t know. I know when I saw him this morning it brought back a lot of memories, like his mouth on my tits and his dick in my hand.
Then, Jess’ voice popped in into my head telling me to find somewhere here to fuck him and well.
.. Here I am. I’ve been in worse places with worse dicks in my mouth, for example, that time Chris and I had an overnight stay in Hull before catching a ferry.
So really, I can’t complain.
Especially not when Jack grips my hair tighter and slowly starts to move his hips.
Yesss. That’s what I wanted. He is tentative at first as if testing out what I can handle, slow shallow thrusts still letting me have control with my mouth.
I reach around and put my free hand on his ass cheek, I give it a quick squeeze because why not?
It’s not every day you get to squeeze a professional athletes bum, and oh my, is it firm.
I move my thumb so I have more of a grip around his hip and move him back and forward in a rocking motion, trying to get him to understand what I want from him.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, baby?” he asks.
Fuck, do I love how he talks to me whilst we’re making each other come.
If I was wet at the sight of him hard for me, him talking to me whilst I’m on my knees for him makes me fucking soaking.
I nod at his question the best I can, but he doesn’t seem happy with that. He grips my hair harder and fully withdraws from my mouth, making a wet pop sound when he’s out. With his firm grip still on my hair, he guides my head to look up into his eyes.
He looks wrecked. His eyes are glazed and his chest is heaving as he draws in ragged his breaths. I’ve done this to him. I can’t help the satisfied smile that spreads across my face at the sight.
“I need you to tell me what you want.” His voice sounds rough, the control in it sending sparks straight to my clit.
Him being so far gone, being made that way by me, gives me the confidence to say, “I told you before. I need you to fuck my mouth.”
It’s like a tie is broken on his restraint at my words and before I can look back, he has both hands on the back of my head and he thrusts his dick straight down my throat.
Now, I’ve seen it before, I’ve literally just had it in my mouth, but even I’m surprised by the sheer size and force as Jack thrusts full power into my mouth.
It makes me gag and he pulls back slightly until we find our rhythm. Me sucking and him thrusting.
My eyes start to water, and I feel spit roll down my chin as I take him deep in my throat. He’s making a fucking mess of me, and I love it.
One of my hands is holding his strong hip so I can keep tempo with him, and I slip the other down the front of my leggings. Shit, I am soaked for him.
I moan as I circle my swollen clit. Jack looks down and notices what I am doing. “Fuck Em, is your pussy wet from tasting this dick?” I just moan my response. “I bet that sweet little cunt is jealous of your mouth right now.”
His thrusts get sloppier and I know he’s getting closer, I circle my clit faster almost there myself. “Em, your pretty little mouth is going to make me come. Are you going to come with me?” he asks. I nod, eyes wholly fixed on his now.
“Fuck,” he growls, still thrusting into me.
I feel my legs tense as I start to go over the edge, I moan but it’s garbled by Jack still fucking my throat.
“Good girl,” he says as he sees my legs clamp around my hand as I ride out the first waves of my orgasm.
“Good fuckin—” he’s cut off by his own orgasm that shoots down my throat as he spills into me.
His thrusts slow as he comes down from his high.
He stills and backs up as I swallow the rest of him down.
He picks me up, panting as he holds me tight. When my legs start working and I can hold my own weight again he places one hand at either side of my head and kisses me with gentleness that you wouldn’t expect the Jack from the last few minutes to be capable of.
“Fuck, Em,” he says on a happy sigh as he pulls me in tight against his chest again. “That was fucking amazing.” I giggle and burrow my face into his chest suddenly shy.
He leans back so he can study my face, a new intensity that I haven’t seen before in his eyes. “Are you okay, beautiful?” he whispers as he takes his thumbs and wipes away the tears that he created in our moment of passion.
I nod with a small shy smile.
“You’re fucking incredible at that.” He grins down at me. He pulls me close again and kisses me gently on the forehead. “I can’t believe I have to leave for a week after that.”
“Yeah, it sucks.” I shrug.
He lifts a brow at me and I giggle at my accidental word choice. “You suck better, though.” He winks and I roll my eyes.