He chuckled and stared at his cock 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 fucking mouth. Love watching my cock disappear between your hot little lips. You’re a little cock slut, sucking me in like that. Shit, so fucking good.”
His fingers tightened in my hair, his other hand joining as he began to drive his cock 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 cock hardening even more, and I knew he was close.
“Swallow it all. Every fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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.