Matt takes his jacket off and tosses it on a chair. I watch as he undoes his cuff links and rolls his sleeves up, appearing to be lost in thought. He takes a seat behind his desk, and loosens his tie around his neck a bit. His original outburst is done, but I can still see the tension radiating off him as he stares down at his desk.
I glance back at his door. Bill had left it opened a crack, so I walk up to it and shut it. I turn the lock, and it makes a distinctive snick that reverberates through the room.
Matt’s head snaps up at the sound, and he pins me with his eyes. “What are you doing?”
I start to walk toward him, making sure my hips sway provocatively. Unbuttoning the yellow, silk blouse I’m wearing, I let it fall to the floor so he can appreciate the lacy, white bra I’m wearing.
“I’m getting ready to make all your fantasies come true,” I purr as I step around his desk and come up to his side.
Matt turns his chair slightly and looks up at me. He stares at my breasts in longing, and his voice is thick when he says. “What do you mean?”
Leaning over, I kiss his neck and whisper, “I’m getting ready to give you a five-star blow job.”
Matt groans, leans his head back against his chair, and closes his eyes.
“I don’t need that,” he murmurs.
Laughing softly, I drop down on my knees in front of him. Quickly removing his belt, I slowly unzip his pants past the already huge erection that he’s sporting. “Baby… I’ve never seen anyone in more need of a blow job than you right now.”
“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “You’re killing me here.”
Pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, I take his length into my hand, marveling at the silky feel of his hot skin against my palm. I squeeze him gently, rubbing my thumb along the tip, and Matt gives a groan.
“Shhh,” I whisper as I start stroking him. His hips press upward, urging me on.
“What if someone calls me?”
“Answer the phone,” I say nonchalantly as I lean forward and lick him from base to tip. He actually grunts at the contact.
“What if someone knocks on the door?” he gasps when I lick him again.
“Tell them to go away.” This time I take him all the way in, straight to the back of my throat, where I relax it so I don’t gag him out. He tastes divine, and I can feel him trembling all over.
“What if—?” he starts to ask, but I cut him off.
Releasing him from my mouth, I say, “Baby… shut up and enjoy this.”
He grins at me and leans his head back again, closing his eyes. I take him back in my mouth, and then I go to town on my man. I pull him in deep, relishing the way he slides between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Bringing his hands to my hair, he grips me hard. His hips start moving on their own, and I can tell he’s completely powerless to stop them.
I let my hand in on the action. As I pull up on his cock with my lips, I let my hand squeeze and stroke him around the base. Apparently, this feels good to the male persuasion because at this point, Matt starts babbling almost incoherently. I can make out a few words like “fuck,” “blow,” and “come,” but he butchers most of the English language with words like “woirsht” and “ferulsa”.
No clue what they mean.
The time comes when I feel him get even larger, even harder, in my mouth, and I take a peek up at him. I love when he looks like this… eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging slightly open, and eyebrows angled in. He’s getting ready to come, and I relish it.
He erupts hot into my mouth on a down stroke, and fortuitously straight down the back of my throat. He moans low and long, and I’m pretty sure anyone walking by right now would hear it.
And you guessed it… he whispers my name over and over as I continue to move up and down his length a few more times until every spasm has quieted down, and his grip relaxes from my hair.
I pull away and tuck him gently back into his pants, pulling the zipper up. Standing up, I lean over and grab his tie, pulling him forward so I can give him a soft kiss. He breathes a relaxed sigh over me.
“Feeling better?” I ask him.