Chapter 20 It Is Certain
IT IS CERTAIN
Jack
“Come in,” I said, as the brown door slowly opened.
The first thing I saw was a pair of strong legs. Then black pumps, with a strap across the top of her feet. Then the owner of those gorgeous legs stepped inside, and I dropped the paper in my hand.
Holy fantasies.
I raked my eyes up and down, not even sure where to stop or where to linger because the whole package was a dream. Bare legs, black pencil skirt, tight as sin, her gorgeous brown hair pinned up on her head. Then there were the glasses.
Sexy cat-eye glasses.
Peering over the top of them seductively, she shrugged off the black belted jacket she wore, tossing it on the purple couch.
She had on a white blouse, unbuttoned to her cleavage.
In her hand, she held a library book. She thumped it against her palm and gave me a stern look as she shut the door.
“I believe you have some overdue library books, Mister Library Patron.”
“Is that so? What sort of fines am I looking at?” I licked my lips, never once taking my eyes off the stunning woman who owned this moment as she walked across the carpet in my office as if she’d been designed for this kind of play. She made her way to my desk, and hopped up on the corner of it.
“You could be looking at some hard time,” she said, her eyes twinkling with naughtiness, her voice laced with innuendo. God, her mouth looked superb as she said hard. Her perfect red lips were so fuckable.
My gaze dropped to my hard-on, tenting my pants. Her eyes followed mine. “Very hard time,” she added, as she crossed those legs that I wanted to lick from her ankles all the way up. I could spend all day between her legs.
“Would you like to collect those overdue fines?”
“I might,” she said, leaving the book on my desk, then removing something from the breast pocket of her blouse.
Lipstick. She opened the tube, and slicked some across her lips, turning them redder.
I hissed in a breath at the sight in front of me.
Michelle. Perched on my desk. Applying lipstick.
I wanted to pin her down and ravage my sexy librarian.
But I knew this woman was running the show right now. This was her surprise for me, and hell if I was going to do a damn thing right now but take whatever she wanted to give. I only hoped she’d be giving it to me soon, because all the blood in my body had rushed to one organ. My cock throbbed.
She tucked the lipstick between her breasts, and I groaned.
“I’m jealous of your lipstick,” I said, my eyes straying longingly to her shirt. “Why don’t you unbutton that shirt a bit and let me see your tits?”
“You should be very jealous of my lipstick,” she said, raising one hand to deftly undo a few buttons, exposing the swell of her full breasts.
A low rumble worked its way up my chest. “Let me suck on them.”
She shook her head, and wagged a finger. “No. That won’t pay the fines on your overdue books.”
“What will then?” I asked, my fingers gripping the arms of my chair.
In a blur, she dropped to her knees, and I was ready to sing Halle-fucking-lujah. Michelle on her knees was my perfect Friday afternoon.
“Do you like payback, Jack?” she asked with a perfect pout on her cherry-red lips, her quick hands reaching for my fly, and mercifully unzipping it.
“If it involves your lips wrapped around my dick, then I do,” I said.
“You came into my office and had your way with me in my chair. Now it’s my turn to finish you off,” she said, and quickly tugged down my briefs.
My cock sprang free, and she wrapped her hand around me.
“Fuck,” I hissed out, that first touch some kind of temporary relief from the throbbing.
She stroked me, and I watched her, savoring the way her eyes turned hazy as she stared at me, like she was mesmerized by my dick.
She dropped her lips to the head, and I groaned loudly at that first dizzying feel of her soft lips wrapped around me.
A tremor rolled down my spine, and I speared my hands through her hair that was still up in some kind of twist. “Fuck, Michelle. Your lips are fucking perfect on me,” I said, moving her up and down as I watched.
She glanced up at me, flashing some kind of knowing look with those brown eyes.
“Look at you. Look at how good you look with my dick in your mouth,” I said, and relished the way her lips curved up while she sucked up and down. My fingers dug deeper into her hair. “I’m messing up your hair, but I don’t think you’ll be bothered.”
She shook her head, then my balls drew up as her lips tightened around me.
More friction, more suction, and I closed my eyes briefly, relaxing into the pleasure bursting through me with every stroke of her tongue, every suck of her lips.
She tugged on my balls, rolling them between her fingers as she worked me over with her lips.
All my frustration from the afternoon, all the tension from Kira’s session, it all melted away with the glide of her lips and the pressure of her hands.
I groaned loudly as she dropped me from her lips, only to take my balls into her mouth and suck. I opened my eyes, not wanting to miss the sight.
“You look so hot and dirty,” I told her.
She let me fall momentarily from her lips. “Just you wait, Jack,” she said, then licked me back into her mouth, and I felt her throat relaxing as I rocked into her. I began moving my hips in sync with her, setting up a perfect rhythm.
Then I heard a faint buzzing, just enough for me to open my eyes. I drew a deep, sharp breath as I felt a hum against the base of my cock. A hum I’d recognize nearly anywhere. Then a vibration sent waves of pleasure through me.
“You are a naughty girl,” I gritted out as my blood pulsed. I gripped her head tighter, staring down to see what I suspected. Her lipstick was a vibrator, and she was rubbing it against my shaft. The twin sensations—her lips and the vibrations in my body—sent me closer to the brink.
“I want to fuck your mouth so badly right now,” I bit out.
She let go of me momentarily to whisper hotly, “Do it.”
She turned up the toy, sending waves of pleasure through me, like an annihilation of the senses, and there was nothing else in existence but the sinful press of her mouth.
My lungs tightened. My vision turned blurry.
The rattle and hum of the lipstick sent mini tremors through my bones.
Release was in sight, so close, and I curled my hands around her skull and pumped into her mouth, watching her as she took my cock all the way in.
Her mouth was like a miracle, her body was divine, and she was built for the most sinful kind of sex I wanted to have.
Hot, rough, adventurous.
This wasn’t the first time I’d been privy to her talented mouth sucking me, but there was something about this moment that sent a molten thrill through me. It was the way this blow job was a fait accompli. She’d strutted into my office with one thing in mind: being my fantasy.
“I’m going to come so hard and I want you to take it all,” I said. “I need to fuck your mouth hard.”
She squeezed my cock in her hand as an answer and drew the orgasm out of me in one long deep powerful suck.
“Fuck,” I cried out, my hands wrapped around her head, her hair spilling all over my fingers as I gave her everything inside me and she took it. She took every last drop as she slowed her pace, and I moved with her until finally, I let go of my hold on her, dick dropping from her mouth.
I exhaled deeply. A satisfied sound. She wiped her hand across her lips, her eyes lit up and her smile devilish.
“Come here,” I whispered, and pulled her up in my lap. “You’re so beautiful when you do that to me.”
“You like the way I look with you in my mouth?”
“I love all the different looks you have. I love the way you look naked. I love the way you look with your legs spread. I love how you look in this seductive outfit. I love how you look when you come,” I said, lowering my voice as I traced her lips with my fingertip.
“Were you surprised to see me?”
I nodded. “Surprised and happy,” I said, edging her cheek with soft kisses that made her tremble against me and sigh sexily. Soon, soon I’d take my turn with her.
I smoothed away her hair that had fallen in a wild tumble around her face. Some strands were still in the clip, but the rest had fallen free. Reaching up to the back of her head, I opened the clip and let the rest fall out.
“Nice glasses, by the way. Do they help you see better?” I teased.
“They make large objects appear even larger,” she said with a naughty grin. I laughed deeply, looping one arm around her shoulders, the other around her waist, and holding her close.
“Thank you for making my Friday go from being annoying as fuck to hot as hell.”
“Why was it annoying?” she asked, gentle concern in her tone.
She ran her fingers through my hair. Softly.
Ever so softly, and that small, tender gesture somehow undid me, loosening the remaining tangles of annoyance in my chest. I sighed heavily.
I didn’t want to revisit the frustrations now that they’d started to dissipate, but here she was on my lap, and she’d done something that stripped all the tension from my body, and also somehow peeled away another layer from around the steel cage of my heart.
“Remember when I said I was not branching into development?”
“Yes.”
I scrubbed a hand across my jaw. “I had to have a meeting about some asshole developer trying to screw our biggest retailer today,” I said, then shared more of the details about Conroy and the clubs.
She arched an eyebrow. “I’ve never been to a sex club,” she said.
“Do you want to go?”
She shook her head. “Not at all. It’s not my thing. And don’t say how do you know if you haven’t gone.”
I laughed, leaning back in my chair, holding her tighter. “It’s okay. You’re a private woman. I get it.”