He plopped me back down in my chair, giving me a fierce kiss before straightening to reach for his zipper. His fingers lowered it, making me fight off the shiver at the sound of the metal teeth clicking. He pulled his c**k out of the slit, took a step closer, lining the tip mere inches from my lips. The urge to touch him was great, but I couldn’t; I was restrained from doing just that.
“Kiss it,” he demanded. I leaned forward as best as I could, limited without the use of my arms. My tongue flicked out and licked the underside of the head. Nathan’s fist wrapped around my hair and pulled tight so I was looking up at him. “I told you to kiss it, Delilah.”
He released me. I parted my lips, and kissed right at his slit, tasting his salty tang. I placed hot open mouth kisses down his length and back up to his hot, red tip.
“Good girl. Now open wide.”
My mouth opened in time for him to impatiently push forward. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, unprepared for him.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Shit, your mouth is so f**king good.” His hips thrust him in and out. I was only taking him about halfway.
Impatient, he thrust all the way in and I did what he said I’d do: I choked on him.
He chuckled and stared at his c**k as it moved between my lips, his eyes morphing into slits. They looked like they were fighting to remain open. His mouth slack, lips parted.
He took a deep breath and seemed to re-center himself. “I told you you’d choke on it. You like that, don’t you, baby? You have the best f**king mouth. Love watching my c**k disappear between your hot little lips. You’re a little c**k slut, sucking me in like that. Shit, so f**king good.”
His fingers tightened in my hair, his other hand joining as he began to drive his c**k down my throat. I moved my tongue along the underside, and suctioned as best I could around him, spurring more sounds of pleasure out of him; obscenities kept stumbling from his lips.
As always, his words had my panties soaked through, and I was certain a wet spot was seeping through my skirt. My eyes watered a little with each harsh thrust of his hips, but I took everything he gave me. Because it was all about him. My punishment for teasing him, and I’d take it again and again with a smile on my face.
My body began to ache, the inability to move my arms, coupled with my leaning forward, was burning muscles I wasn’t accustomed to using.
His thrusts became erratic, his c**k hardening even more, and I knew he was close.
“Swallow it all. Every f**king last drop,” he ordered before pushing forward, pulling my head down to the base as he twitched and emptied down my throat. I gagged around him, tasting him as he poured into my mouth.
My tongue swirled around the length, licking him clean as he pulled out. His breath was coming out in hard gasps, and he leaned back against the edge of my desk for support.
“Holy shit, baby, that was…fuck that was excellent,” he said with a lazy smile.
I grinned up at him and leaned forward to kiss the drop that was leaking from the tip. He moaned and twitched, his lips crashing down on mine for a hungry thankful kiss, tasting himself still on my tongue.
He fastened his zipper and then helped me up, a difficult task since my knees were still shaking from want and desire. He freed my wrists, massaging and kissing where the fabric had dug in.
His hand slapped my ass, and I squealed in surprise, then he walked back around to his desk. “Back to work, Palmer.
I stared at him in disbelief. Was he really going to leave me in such a state? I whimpered as he took his seat. “You’re mean.”
“Well, maybe that will keep you from playing with your pen in your mouth.”
I gave him a wicked smile and licked my lips. “Or maybe it gave me the idea to do it more.”
He groaned and rubbed his face. “Lila…”
I looked at him with raised eyebrows. “I’m not the one who’s so impatient. I can wait an hour.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You just called me mean for not f**king you right here and now.”
“That’s because I’m all wet, soaking through my panties.”
“Serves you right. You’ve kept me hard all f**king day. Back to work.” He twirled his finger as he pointed to my chair.
With a huff, I sat back down and, with a sort of urgency, returned to my work.
CHAPTER 10
It was almost eight when we rolled into the parking lot of our building. We walked up and greeted the night guard, then stepped onto an awaiting elevator. As we entered, Nathan pressed the buttons for our respective floors, indicating tonight would be the same as the previous nights. Denial overpowering our want until one of us broke sometime during the night.
I should have grabbed him the second the doors closed, but I lacked the courage. Odd how his emotions ebbed and flowed like the tide, constantly changing the dynamics of whatever it was we were to each other. His moods always set our tone. At that moment he was rebelling against us, trying to ignore the pull we both felt. Did he feel guilty for giving in at the office?
The air around us changed the second his stomach let it be known it wanted food, the grumble echoing around the elevator.
A giggle escaped before I turned to grin at him. “Hungry are we?” I watched his body relax, a sheepish grin forming. It was new, and I couldn’t help but think how cute he looked.
“Maybe just a little.”
The elevator pinged, signaling we had reached my floor. I stepped off and extended my hand to him. “Come.”
He stared at me like he was contemplating what I meant. “Lila, I…”
“Have dinner with me. Come.”
“You don’t have to cook for me,” he said.
“Well, I have to do it for me, and it’s usually enough to feed four. So, come.” I beckoned him with my hand.
After a moment of deliberation and great reluctance, along with an argument from his stomach, he took my hand. He stared at me with his brow knitted together while we walked down the hall to my condo. I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but from the outside it looked as if he was guarding himself from my sexual assault. The thought made me laugh as it was he who attacked me in the most spectacular way against a wall in our office. And he was frightened of little me?
“So, how long have you lived in Indianapolis?” I asked while I moved to the bedroom and changed into something more comfortable. We knew few details about one another, and I was going to get to the bottom of Nathan Thorne.
“Kiss it,” he demanded. I leaned forward as best as I could, limited without the use of my arms. My tongue flicked out and licked the underside of the head. Nathan’s fist wrapped around my hair and pulled tight so I was looking up at him. “I told you to kiss it, Delilah.”
He released me. I parted my lips, and kissed right at his slit, tasting his salty tang. I placed hot open mouth kisses down his length and back up to his hot, red tip.
“Good girl. Now open wide.”
My mouth opened in time for him to impatiently push forward. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, unprepared for him.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Shit, your mouth is so f**king good.” His hips thrust him in and out. I was only taking him about halfway.
Impatient, he thrust all the way in and I did what he said I’d do: I choked on him.
He chuckled and stared at his c**k as it moved between my lips, his eyes morphing into slits. They looked like they were fighting to remain open. His mouth slack, lips parted.
He took a deep breath and seemed to re-center himself. “I told you you’d choke on it. You like that, don’t you, baby? You have the best f**king mouth. Love watching my c**k disappear between your hot little lips. You’re a little c**k slut, sucking me in like that. Shit, so f**king good.”
His fingers tightened in my hair, his other hand joining as he began to drive his c**k down my throat. I moved my tongue along the underside, and suctioned as best I could around him, spurring more sounds of pleasure out of him; obscenities kept stumbling from his lips.
As always, his words had my panties soaked through, and I was certain a wet spot was seeping through my skirt. My eyes watered a little with each harsh thrust of his hips, but I took everything he gave me. Because it was all about him. My punishment for teasing him, and I’d take it again and again with a smile on my face.
My body began to ache, the inability to move my arms, coupled with my leaning forward, was burning muscles I wasn’t accustomed to using.
His thrusts became erratic, his c**k hardening even more, and I knew he was close.
“Swallow it all. Every f**king last drop,” he ordered before pushing forward, pulling my head down to the base as he twitched and emptied down my throat. I gagged around him, tasting him as he poured into my mouth.
My tongue swirled around the length, licking him clean as he pulled out. His breath was coming out in hard gasps, and he leaned back against the edge of my desk for support.
“Holy shit, baby, that was…fuck that was excellent,” he said with a lazy smile.
I grinned up at him and leaned forward to kiss the drop that was leaking from the tip. He moaned and twitched, his lips crashing down on mine for a hungry thankful kiss, tasting himself still on my tongue.
He fastened his zipper and then helped me up, a difficult task since my knees were still shaking from want and desire. He freed my wrists, massaging and kissing where the fabric had dug in.
His hand slapped my ass, and I squealed in surprise, then he walked back around to his desk. “Back to work, Palmer.
I stared at him in disbelief. Was he really going to leave me in such a state? I whimpered as he took his seat. “You’re mean.”
“Well, maybe that will keep you from playing with your pen in your mouth.”
I gave him a wicked smile and licked my lips. “Or maybe it gave me the idea to do it more.”
He groaned and rubbed his face. “Lila…”
I looked at him with raised eyebrows. “I’m not the one who’s so impatient. I can wait an hour.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You just called me mean for not f**king you right here and now.”
“That’s because I’m all wet, soaking through my panties.”
“Serves you right. You’ve kept me hard all f**king day. Back to work.” He twirled his finger as he pointed to my chair.
With a huff, I sat back down and, with a sort of urgency, returned to my work.
CHAPTER 10
It was almost eight when we rolled into the parking lot of our building. We walked up and greeted the night guard, then stepped onto an awaiting elevator. As we entered, Nathan pressed the buttons for our respective floors, indicating tonight would be the same as the previous nights. Denial overpowering our want until one of us broke sometime during the night.
I should have grabbed him the second the doors closed, but I lacked the courage. Odd how his emotions ebbed and flowed like the tide, constantly changing the dynamics of whatever it was we were to each other. His moods always set our tone. At that moment he was rebelling against us, trying to ignore the pull we both felt. Did he feel guilty for giving in at the office?
The air around us changed the second his stomach let it be known it wanted food, the grumble echoing around the elevator.
A giggle escaped before I turned to grin at him. “Hungry are we?” I watched his body relax, a sheepish grin forming. It was new, and I couldn’t help but think how cute he looked.
“Maybe just a little.”
The elevator pinged, signaling we had reached my floor. I stepped off and extended my hand to him. “Come.”
He stared at me like he was contemplating what I meant. “Lila, I…”
“Have dinner with me. Come.”
“You don’t have to cook for me,” he said.
“Well, I have to do it for me, and it’s usually enough to feed four. So, come.” I beckoned him with my hand.
After a moment of deliberation and great reluctance, along with an argument from his stomach, he took my hand. He stared at me with his brow knitted together while we walked down the hall to my condo. I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but from the outside it looked as if he was guarding himself from my sexual assault. The thought made me laugh as it was he who attacked me in the most spectacular way against a wall in our office. And he was frightened of little me?
“So, how long have you lived in Indianapolis?” I asked while I moved to the bedroom and changed into something more comfortable. We knew few details about one another, and I was going to get to the bottom of Nathan Thorne.
