He groaned loudly as she dropped him from her lips, only to take his balls into her mouth and suck. He opened his eyes, not wanting to miss the sight.
“You look so hot and dirty,” he told her.
She let him fall momentarily from her lips. “Just you wait, Jack,” she said, then licked him back into her mouth, and he felt her throat relaxing as he rocked into her. He began moving his hips in synch with her, setting up a perfect rhythm.
Then he heard a faint buzzing, just enough for him to open his eyes. He drew a deep, sharp breath as he felt a hum against the base of his cock. A hum he’d recognize nearly anywhere. Then a vibration sent waves of pleasure through him.
“You are a naughty girl,” he gritted out as his blood pulsed. He gripped her head tighter, staring down to see what he suspected. Her lipstick was a vibrator, and she was rubbing it against his shaft. The twin sensations—her lips and the vibrations in his body—sent him closer to the brink.
“I want to fuck your mouth so badly right now,” he bit out.
She let go of him momentarily to whisper hotly. “Do it.”
She turned up the toy, sending waves of pleasure through him, like an annihilation of the senses, and there was nothing else in existence but the sinful press of her mouth. His lungs tightened. His vision turned blurry. The rattle and hum of the lipstick sent mini tremors through his bones. Release was in sight, so close, and he curled his hands around her skull and pumped into her mouth, watching her as she took his 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 he wanted to have.
Hot, rough, adventurous.
This wasn’t the first time he’d been privy to her talented mouth sucking him, but there was something about this moment that sent a molten thrill through him. It was the way this blowjob was a fait accompli. She’d strutted into his office with one thing in mind. Being his fantasy.
“I’m going to come so hard and I want you to take it all,” he said. “I need to fuck your mouth hard.”
She squeezed his cock in her hand as an answer and drew the orgasm out of him in one long deep powerful suck.
“Fuck,” he cried out, his hands wrapped around her head, her hair spilling all over his fingers as he gave her everything inside of him and she took it. She took every last drop as she slowed her pace, and he moved with her until finally, he let go of his hold on her, his dick dropping from her mouth.
He exhaled deeply. A satisfied sound. She wiped her hand across her lips, her eyes lit up and her smile devilish.
“Come here,” he whispered, and pulled her up in his 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,” he said, lowering his voice as he traced her lips with his fingertip.
“Were you surprised to see me?”
He nodded. “Surprised and happy,” he said, edging her cheek with soft kisses that made her tremble against him and sigh sexily. Soon, soon he’d take his turn with her.
He 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, he opened the clip and let the rest fall out.
“Nice glasses, by the way. Do they help you see better?” he teased.
“They make large objects appear even larger,” she said with a naughty grin. He 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 his hair. Softly. Ever so softly, and that small, tender gesture somehow undid him, loosening the remaining tangles of annoyance in his chest. He sighed heavily. He didn’t want to revisit the frustrations now that they’d started to dissipate, but here she was on his lap, and she’d done something that stripped all the tension from his body, and also somehow peeled away another layer from around the steel cage of his heart.
“Remember when I said I hate politics?”
“Yes.”
He scrubbed a hand across his jaw. “I had to have a meeting about some political race today,” he said, then shared more of the details about the race and the clubs.
She arched an eyebrow. “I’ve never been to a BDSM 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.”
He laughed, leaning back in his chair, holding her tighter. “It’s okay. Even though I like fucking you into submission, we don’t need to play dom-sub games to do that.”
She laughed too. “No, we definitely don’t. You can fuck me pretty much any way you want, but any submission on my part will be in the moment, not because of a need for roles. However,” she said, and he could sense she’d shifted to some sort of professional stance now, “I do think it’s ridiculous that Conroy wants to try to close those clubs and has somehow made that a rallying cry in a campaign.”
“I know, me too.”
“Consenting adults should be free to do what they want in the bedroom. Or the club, as the case may be.”