Egomaniac(54)

Emerie walked to her desk and leaned one hip against it. “Keep that feeling. We’ll put it to good use later.”

I was on her in two seconds flat. My fingers pressed into her hips as I sandwiched her between my body and her desk. “Cute. You want to angry fuck? I’m more than willing to accommodate right now.”

“Alan is waiting for you.”

“Alan can listen to you scream my name while I bury my cock inside you.”

The urge hit me like a brick wall, and suddenly my mouth was crushed to hers. I swallowed the sound of her gasp as one hand slid up from her hip and palmed her breast through her shirt. When her hands reached around and grabbed my ass, my other hand went to her neck so I could tilt her head to just the right angle and make her open wider for me. She smelled incredible, her skin pebbled beneath my fingers, and her hot mouth tasted so fucking good.

We were both panting when the kiss broke. Emerie looked a little stunned, and I felt a bit drugged.

“What’s your schedule this afternoon?”

She thought for a moment. “Last counseling is a video session from three to four. You?”

“Be in my office at 4:01.” Our kiss had smeared her lipstick. I used my thumb to wipe it from her face and then rubbed it into her bottom lip. “Put fresh lipstick on before you come. I want to fuck this mouth painted bright red.”

Emerie still seemed a little shell shocked as I straightened her clothes and then my own. Looking down, there wasn’t much I could do to hide the swell in my pants. Hopefully my opponent wouldn’t look in the vicinity of my dick when I returned. Then again…on second thought, hopefully he would.

Once we were both smoothed out, I gave Emerie a quick kiss.

“4:01,” I reminded her.

She swallowed and nodded. Just as my hand reached the door, Emerie finally spoke. “Drew?”

I turned back.

She pointed to the side of her mouth. “You have a little…lipstick. Right here.”

I grinned. “Good.”

***

Drew: American Airlines flight 302, lands at 5:05 Friday night. Return flight is at 6:15pm. Check the gate and meet me there.

Alexa: Do they have anything a little later? Traffic from the airport will be terrible when I drive home.

Like I give a flying fuck if she sits in traffic.

Drew: No.

I assumed I’d get some bitchy text back, but instead her name flashed on my screen with an incoming call.

Begrudgingly, I answered. “I’m not changing the flights.”

My office door was halfway open, and my attention quickly diverted to Emerie slipping inside and closing it behind her. I’d lost track of time, so my eyes flashed to the top right-hand corner of my computer. 4:01.

Alexa was busy rambling on about how she’d started checking the flight schedule for the following week for her return flight, and the rates were too high. But I couldn’t concentrate. Instead, I watched Emerie lock my office door and strut toward me. She had an impish gleam in her eye and began unbuttoning her shirt as she walked.

Reaching my chair, she put her hands on the top of the tall wingback and swiveled it to face her. I almost dropped the phone when she licked her lips and slowly lowered herself to her knees before me.

Jesus Christ.

Emerie got to work on unbuttoning my pants, and it wasn’t until I heard Alexa’s voice screeching through the phone that I remembered I was still on it.

“Are you there?” Alexa bitched.

“How much do you need?”

“Another thousand.” If she only knew; I would have given her a hundred thousand just to get her off the phone so I could get my dick into Emerie’s mouth in peace.

“Fine. I’ll bring it. Don’t call me again.” I pushed end, tossed my phone on the desk, and looked down at the beautiful sight before me. Emerie looked up from under long lashes, and I realized her lips were painted bright red.

Fuck yeah.

She unzipped my pants and tugged for me to lift so she could pull them off. I happily obliged and helped her remove my boxers at the same time. My stiff cock sprang free. One of her delicate little hands wrapped around my shaft, and she gave it a few slow pumps until a small bead of precum glistened on the tip.

My eyes were glued to her as she leaned down and licked it off. Her eyes shut as she brought her tongue back inside her hot little mouth and licked her lips.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

She gave me a wicked smile. “Still angry?”

“It’s quickly dissipating.”

I’m not sure if she was actually taking her time, or if it was my mind screwing with me, but she opened her mouth wide and everything seemed to play out in slow motion. She inched toward my cock, her tongue peeked out, and then her gloriously painted red fuck-me lips wrapped around my crown and closed. She sucked me in, taking my entire length in one deep, long, hard swallow.

“Jesus. Fuck, Em.”

It was the oddest thing, but instead of feeling relief to have her mouth on me, knowing my release wasn’t going to take long, I suddenly felt tense and uptight. I was angry to find she was good at giving head, pissed that she must have learned on some other guy.

She pulled back slowly, suctioning hard as her lips glided up my length while the flat of her tongue pressed against the throbbing vein. Then, after pulling almost all the way off, she immediately swallowed me back down. With each bob up and down, I felt a different emotion, vacillating between angry she was good at this and thanking God that she was.