Chapter 5
Chapter five
Mark
Iglance at my watch. It’s only been twenty minutes or so since Hunter took Skylar into the stairwell, but it feels like an eternity. I observe the party through the two-way mirror in the conference room and wait for any signs that she's headed my way.
I've been up here jerking off like a teenager as I imagine all the positions he might have her in. That asshole better do what he was supposed to do. We had a deal.
I pace back and forth in front of the window, my hard dick dripping in anticipation of her gorgeous body, hoping she finds me quickly. I stop moving as the stairwell door bursts open, my eyes laser-focused on our girl.
Skylar pauses, glancing around the party with a feral look in her eyes, and I can't help but grin. Hunter got her ready for me. After a few seconds, her head snaps up to the second floor. As if she can feel my eyes on her, a slow, sexy smile breaks out on her gorgeous face.
Skylar makes her way through the party, maneuvering through the groups of people. She's waylaid for a second by Mindy Johnson, but she manages to extricate herself quickly and ascends the stairs.
I’ve never been so excited in my entire fucking life, and quickly tuck my cock away as I get ready for her.
My breath fogs the glass as I watch her bypass the open door of my office. She peeks inside and grins, heading straight for the conference room. I let out a sharp breath when I see the faint marks on her neck from Hunter's mouth. She passes the window, but all she sees on her side is a mirror.
I sit down at the head of the table, ready to play my part as my rock-hard length strains painfully in protest.
A soft knock sounds at the door.
"Come in."
Skylar's eyes light up when she sees me, and it takes everything in me not to run to her.
I want to carry her away to some beautiful bedroom and make love to her instead of fucking her like we have planned tonight.
But we promised her one night—at least for now.
And I'm going to play my part so that maybe, just maybe, we can get her to stay longer.
"Mr. Price said you were waiting for me, Mr. Warner." Skylar's voice is purely professional. Anyone nearby would think she was here for a business meeting, but as she shuts the door, the click of the lock is loud and clear.
She glances at the window, seeming surprised to be able to see the party in full swing on the floor below us.
"It's a mirror on the other side," I tell her.
Skylar bites her lip and nods as she walks over to me. I notice her gait is a little strained, and I realize Hunter has already given her our gift.
"Having a little trouble moving?" I can't help asking.
Skylar's eyes lift to mine, and she grins. "A little."
I clench my jaw as I picture the little toy getting her ready for us. "Have a seat, Ms. Miller."
Skylar sits, then jumps up again with a little yelp.
"Have a seat, carefully," I advise.
She sits gingerly. Her eyes close briefly as she wiggles to find a good position.
I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life. "Ms. Miller, it has come to my attention that we did not conduct an exit interview, and I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Skylar nods, clasping her hands in front of her. She crosses her legs and then moans a little as she re-situates herself with the new angle.
Fucking hell.
"Okay," she says breathlessly.
"First question. Have you ever received oral sex in public?"
She grins, her eyes shooting to mine.
"Ms. Miller. Answer the question, and please keep it professional."
Skylar bites her lip to hide her amusement. "No, sir."
I stifle a moan of pleasure, writing, Have her call me sir again later, before shuffling my papers into a neat stack and clearing my throat. "Next question. Do you like the idea of people watching you get fucked?"
Skylar puts both hands flat on the conference table, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "Yes," she whispers.
I stand and remove my suit coat. "Ms. Miller, I need you to bend over the table. I've lost something, and I need to find it."
Skylar's breath whooshes out in a burst of excitement. She stands, knocking the wheeled conference room chair out of her way. Bending, she presses her upper body flat on the desk, her hips bent at a ninety-degree angle over the edge.
Walking up behind her, I lift her dress, and her breathing increases when I touch her.
I pull down her panties and see the little purple jewel.
It’s exactly as I pictured it, nestled between her soft, peachy cheeks, and I almost come in my pants at the sight.
My cock strains against my zipper. I reach forward and tug lightly.
Skylar's moans spur me on, and I pull it out a bit more before pushing it back in.
"Oh, God. Oh, God." Skylar's cries are music to my ears.
I'm not great at teasing. I prefer to give our partners anything they need, but I have to play a role tonight. We have a long way to go, and we need to get Paul on board. She needs to be ready by the time we get to him so he won’t be able to tell us to fuck off.
"All right, sexy. Tell me if you like this." I twist the jewel slightly, and a vibration starts.
"Oh, my god. It moves?" Skyler pants. "Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!"
I grin, lifting her dress higher.
Jesus, Hunter. I run my fingers over the marks on her ass. I should be mad at him for doing this to her, but all I want is to add to the beautiful mess.
"Ms. Miller, I'm starving, and I think you have exactly what will satisfy me." I pull the chair closer as Skylar stands. Her mouth is open slightly, her eyes dazed, and her breath comes in short bursts as the vibrations continue to edge her.
I lock eyes with her as I reach under her skirt.
She puts her hands on my shoulders, and I stare up at her face contorted in pleasure.
I quickly remove her panties and pocket them.
She's not going to need them later. If Hunter can leave his mark on her, I get to keep these. She doesn't even seem to notice.
I roll the chair directly in front of her, making her take a step back until her butt hits the edge of the table.
She lies down, and I lift her legs up and back, holding her open to me.
Her heels scrabble on the edge of the table, and the little purple jewel glints back at me.
I descend upon her, moaning loudly as I lap at her juices.
"Holy fuck, Skylar," I murmur against her legs, kissing up and down her thighs, before flicking my tongue against her clit.
"Mar-Mr. Warner, sir!" Skylar writhes on the table as I insert first one finger, then another, thrusting into her slick core as I flick my tongue against her clit. She's so tight. And so fucking wet. Skylar clearly gets off on the games and the role-play.
Her pussy is completely bare, her release glistens, and I lick it up like the precious nectar it is.
Fuck.
We're going to change some of these rules for next time. My dick is straining toward her like it's searching out home base. I moan against her clit, sucking it into my mouth as I fuck her with my fingers.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Skylar chants. The vibrations in her ass knock steadily against the thin wall between her core and her asshole. Skylar's pussy tightens and her legs shake around me as I drive her higher and higher. She's close, and I'm ready for the next phase.
"Ms. Miller," I mumble against her perfect pussy. "Come for me. Now."
I tug on her clit gently with my teeth, flicking it with my tongue, and Skylar shatters, her release flooding my mouth as she calls out my name.
"Mark! Oh, God, Mark. Yes, yes, yes!”
I thrust my fingers and flick my tongue, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible. When she stills, breathing hard and staring at me through her legs like she's ready for another one, I turn the little jewel to the off position and kiss her inner thigh.
Skylar’s satisfied sigh could keep me going for years.
"Good girl."