I round the desk, walking eagerly into his ready arms. They go around me, and I rest my head on his chest, inhaling his scent, filling all my senses with him. “Hey, Handsome.”
He steps back to study me, a small smile on his lips. “Have I told you how sexy you look in office clothes?” He runs a hand down the front of my blouse. “You should come work here. As anything you like, just so I can look at you all day.”
“Very empowering,” I reply, quivering at his touch. “You’re obviously plotting my expulsion from the women’s movement.’
A ringing phone interrupts the beautiful and carefree sound of his laughter, and he reaches for one of the desk phones, motioning for me to sit in his chair. “I need to take this,” he tells me, sounding apologetic.
I shrug my permission, and he leans his hip on the desk, his eyes on me while he talks to whoever’s on the other end. I place my bag on his desk, and then, holding his gaze with a teasing look in my eyes, I drop to my knees in front of him.
The slight stammer in his voice when I start to undo his zipper makes me look up at him with a smile. He recovers quickly, continuing his conversation while I pull down his briefs. He’s already hard, growing harder as I enclose him with my fist.
His skin is warm and satiny smooth. Silk pulled tight over hard steel. I stroke him up and down, loving the feel of him in my hand. Leaning forward, I cover the tip of his cock with my lips, flicking my tongue around the broad head. He’s still talking, his voice steady. I meet his eyes and feel his hip muscles tense. He covers the receiver. “Don’t stop,” he whispers.
As if I would! I pull him deep into my mouth, till he’s touching the back of my throat, then I draw my tongue along the underside of his cock, before moving my lips back up to surround his tip. When I look up at him again, his hand is clenched around the receiver, with the other hand curled around the edge of the desk, his knuckles almost white.
I release him from my mouth, licking my lips as I stroke him up and down, using the moisture from my mouth and the pre-cum seeping out of him to rub him from the root to the tip.
Landon holds the receiver away from his face and throws his head back, a soft moan escaping his lips. His cock is hard and pulsing against my hand, his look of helplessness and stark arousal contrasting with his unmistakable masculine strength.
He moans again, and I revel in the heady feeling of power the sound gives me. I stroke him harder and faster, watching as he brings the receiver back to his ear and starts to talk again. I hear the tinny sound as the person on the other end responds, and I take him back in my mouth, watching his tortured frown as he concentrates on maintaining the conversation. I suck him deep, and then start to move my head, faster and faster, hollowing my cheeks, tightening my lips around him. The hand on the desk reaches into my hair, the fingers tangling into the strands. I cup his balls, stroking them softly without reducing my pace.
“Ensure that you get back to me,” I hear him bite into the phone, his voice curt and dismissive. I imagine the hapless person on the other end thinking that he’s done something to annoy the boss. “Tomorrow at the latest.”
He doesn’t wait for the person to say anything else. He hastily puts down the receiver and lets out a long, heavy groan.
“Ah... fuck!?
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I keep my pace. A soft moan escapes me when his fingers tighten in my hair, holding my head in place while he flexes his hips, driving back and forth into my mouth, the underside of his cock sliding against my tongue and bottom lip.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Fuck! Rachel.”
I stroke his thighs, feeling the muscles bunch and tighten.
“So good,” he groans harshly. “So fucking good.”
I moan in reply, sucking and licking him while raising my eyes to his. He lets out another harsh groan, his hips jerking as he reaches his release, coming with a burst of warmth inside my mouth.
He’s shaking. His hand leaves my hair, smoothing it gently before he leans back on the desk. “Oh my God!” he breathes.
I suck in my bottom lip, still tasting him. Getting back on my feet, I take the chair he offered me earlier. “What can I say?” I tease, “I missed you very much.”
He expels a deep breath, dragging his hands through his hair as he blinks at me. “I’m overwhelmed. Give me a minute to gather my mental faculties.”
“Overwhelmed?” I grin playfully. “I guess I’m good like that.”
Landon’s eyes narrow, and he drops down to his knees in front of me. “Guess what,” he whispers softly. “So am I.”
I breathe in anticipation, watching him as he reaches for the buttons of my blouse. “I want you naked,” he murmurs. “I want to see your beautiful body.” He undoes the buttons one by one then pushes the front of the blouse apart. My bra fastens in front, and Landon’s lips curve as he undoes the hooks, freeing my breasts.
My nipples peak under the intense consideration of his eyes, extending even further when he flicks his thumbs over the sensitive peaks.
“I missed these,” he murmurs, squeezing a nipple between the thumbs and forefingers of each hand. “You have such beautiful breasts.”
The combination of his voice and his touch is so sexy, I let out a small moan, and he chuckles, leaving my nipples to unfasten my skirt and pull it down, along with my panties. He spreads my legs over the arms of the chair so I’m totally exposed, open to his gaze.
I’m already so aroused from watching him come, that my body is eager, wet, pulsing, and he can tell.