“I want these gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock,” I ground out between my teeth.
Her eyes darkened with lust and she nodded, reaching for the fly on my khakis. After she undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants, I leaned back, watching as she dug into my boxers and pulled out my stiff, painful erection. She swallowed again, then ran her thumb up the bottom of my shaft and over the head. Fire crackled through my veins and my heartbeat drummed in my throat.
I was throbbing with need. She looked at me, as if reassuring herself that I was enjoying it. As if she had to be reassured of that. The thought almost made me laugh. “You’re so beautiful,” she muttered. “Every part of you.”
Her words had a new, more powerful effect on me, stroking me in places her fingers couldn’t reach. I had to have her—now. I leaned forward and reached around the back of her head, pulling her closer, pressing my cock to her lips. Her gorgeous mouth opened to take me in, and my chest felt like it was about to explode as her heat enveloped me.
I reached down, groping her breast through her shirt, and she let out a soft, muffled moan. My fingers slipped under her blouse, inside that lacy bra, where I rubbed and rolled her nipple until it came to a beaded, hard point under my attention. My cock surged in her mouth.
With a shudder, my eyes closed and I concentrated on her subtle movements as she slipped lower, taking more of me in. I hadn’t had sex in weeks, and working in such close proximity to her made me feel achingly deprived and tense. Now I was so over-the-top turned on, I feared this was going to be over before it even got started.
This moment transported me back to the time I’d first laid eyes on her, late last year during the intern orientation when they’d been brought around on a tour. The group had spent a few minutes in my office, and I distinctly remember her asking a question because my eyes landed on her beautiful face. Right there and then, those luscious lips had given me visions of her on her knees in front of me, pleasuring me just as she was now. She’d flashed that even, white smile that must have cost thousands at the orthodontist. I’d felt something then, a twinge of want, of lust. The interns were off-limits, sure. But it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about burying myself inside her every time I saw her.
Now here she was, sucking me off, her eyes never leaving mine as her mouth slid down, taking more of me in before slipping back up again, the suction increasing until I was about to start whimpering with the intensity of it.
Jesus fucking Christ. Where had she learned to do that? I didn’t know whether to be grateful to whoever it had been or to hunt him down and kill him for having been there before me. Pure, ice-cold pleasure spread out from my crotch, up my stomach and down my thighs. I was panting, my own breathing out of my control. I was going to come if she continued at this pace.
My hand darted out, holding her head still. “Slow down…” I muttered, and obediently she kept her head in place. But her tongue—that sinful tongue—was sliding all down the underside of my cock and back up again, lavishing it with her hot, wet attention.
All the air rushed out of my chest. With her head still pinned in place, I pressed my hips forward, thrusting into her mouth. She sucked in a breath of surprise through her nose until her breathing was cut off—by me. I froze, watching her, carefully noting if it was too much for her. But those eyes held fast to mine before her lids drooped and her hand thrust into my pants, stroking my balls. Slowly, I pulled back and pushed in again. I was seconds away from coming. I removed my hand to give her a chance to pull away if she wanted.
I really hope she didn’t want to.
“I’m going to come,” I groaned. A second later, her mouth slid down over me again, taking me in deeper than before. My head fell back and I stared at the ceiling, my eyes shut tight, that familiar pinch gathering at the base of my spine.
“April—fuck!”
Her mouth locked over me, sucking harder than before, and I came in hot, gasping waves. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. And all I could feel was the molten pleasure of her mouth on me, sucking. Still sucking.
She held me there until the spasms faded and then slowly pulled away. I opened my heavy eyes, feeling completely wrung out. Holy shit.
“That…was fucking incredible.”
Without a word, she got up and walked into the bathroom. I heard the drawer open and the faucet turn on. But I still couldn’t move, so I sat there with my dick hanging out in the air like an idiot. My body felt relaxed, like I was boneless.
She came back into the office and handed me a washcloth to clean up. I thanked her and then finally got up to take my turn in the bathroom. When I returned, she was in her seat, buttoned up and arranged primly in front of her laptop, back to work as if nothing had happened.