Reluctantly Yours(76)

I continue to watch her examining my dick. It has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think if there wasn’t a time constriction, Chloe would spend hours getting acquainted, stroking and playing, tracing every vein with her polished finger before teasing me by tracing them with the tip of her tongue.

After another minute of exploration, Chloe’s mouth closes around my head. The warmth, the wetness, fuck, the swirl of her tongue.

My exhale comes out ragged.

Maybe it’s because Chloe charging into my office demanding to give me a blow job was completely unexpected, or because I’ve been anticipating this moment all week, but one lick of her tongue and I’m a fucking goner.

My eyelids close. The amount of pleasure that builds from a single swipe of her tongue is confounding.

She takes more of me in, then wraps her hands around the base to fist the length she can’t fit in her mouth. Against the mounting pleasure, I force my eyes open to see the reality of what I’ve been fantasizing about, Chloe’s lush, red lips wrapped around my cock. Her cheeks are hollowed out as she sucks me farther back into her throat. She peers up at me from under her long lashes, those blue eyes filled with lust and satisfaction and wonder.

Of course, it was going to be good. How can it not be? Watching the woman you’re crazy about find pleasure in making you feel good.

She’s found a rhythm and it’s driving me insane. My balls draw up tight.

“Chloe, I’m going to come.”

She hums against me, somehow managing to pull me in farther.

Fuck. The sensation is too much.

With Chloe’s eyes on me, I spill my pleasure down the back of her throat. A moment later, I withdraw from her mouth. Her lipstick perfectly in place, no one will ever be able to tell she had my cock in her mouth. That lipstick company should be commended.

I reach for her, pulling her up and onto my lap. I want to touch Chloe. My fingers ache to slide under her skirt and feel how wet she is. How much sucking me off turns her on.

She steadies herself with one hand on my shoulder while the other hand wipes the corners of her mouth.

“Not too bad, huh? Even with my small hands.” She laughs, and I can hear her nerves returning.

I shake my head. “I’m going to get nothing done the rest of the day. All I’ll be able to think about is how fucking good it feels with your perfect mouth wrapped around me.”

My hands move to her thighs, gliding along the smooth skin there before disappearing under the hem of her skirt. I grip her hips and press her against my still hard cock.

Chloe gasps but still manages to squeak out words.

“I should go,” she says, shifting to move off me, but I hold her hips in place, loving the feel of her hot pussy against my erection.

I lean forward and press my lips to her jaw.

“You’re not going anywhere until you come.”

“That’s not how it works,” she protests. “I put it on my list.”

“Fuck your list. I need to feel you. How wet you are right now. How much you liked having my cock in your mouth.”

I rock into her center again and she moans. My smile is wicked. I know I’ve won.

I don’t give her a chance to protest again. My fingers dive underneath her panties and I’m greeted by Chloe’s swollen, wet pussy. She rocks her hips again, this time two fingers slide inside her, filling her up.

“Maybe I did cheat at WordIt. Maybe after I tasted this sweet little cunt, I knew I had to win. I had to have you again and again,” I thrust my fingers in and out, harder. “Would you blame me?”

Her arms wrap around my neck, her breasts crushed to my chest as I fuck her with my fingers.

I hook my fingers inside of her and kiss her neck. She’s already so close. Sucking my dick has put her on the edge of the cliff and her orgasm is building quickly.

“Oh, God. Barrett.” Chloe’s eyelids flutter shut. Her lips part on a breathy sigh. Damn. Watching her come is a fucking privilege.

“Let go, Chloe. Show me how much that sweet pussy likes to come on my fingers.”

Her walls clench down around my fingers, squeezing me tight, then a rush of wetness slides down my hand. Fuck, yes. I wish it was my head between her thighs, lapping up her sweet juices.

My erection swells between us, but I know there’s no way I’m going to take this any further right now.

I kiss her lips gently, letting her bask in the post orgasm glow before helping her to her feet and setting her clothes right.

“That was unexpected.” Chloe sways on her feet as she adjusts her skirt. “I didn’t come here for that. I was going to give you the best blow job you’ve ever had then walk out leaving you wanting more.”

I finish tucking in my shirt and buckle my pants, then reach for her.

“Mission accomplished,” I say, placing a kiss on her lips that turns hungry in a second. Bea buzzes through on my speakerphone.

“Mr. St. Clair, Marcus is downstairs to take you to lunch,” she announces.

“I’ve got to go.” I reluctantly pull away. “Do you want a ride?”

“I’m headed home—err, to your place. I’ve got to change, then get over to the Books 4 Kids event to help set up.”

Chloe’s mention of my place being home for her, regardless of the fact that it was a slip that she quickly corrected, makes my chest expand. I have to admit that even before our relationship was physical, I liked having her there. Even when she was driving me crazy, wearing that tiny silk lounge set and fostering dogs without my approval, I wanted her there.