“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Now, make yourself come for me.”
Hunter angles himself in the crook of my neck, blowing soft air as I rub myself to the brink of a blissful finish. Biting down on my lip, I struggle to keep quiet, so he places his hand over my mouth.
“I don’t want anyone to hear you come for me. Only I get to see you or hear you like this, understand?”
With his hand placed firmly against my mouth, I still manage to nod until the orgasm consumes me, and my eyes shut tight to ride the intense wave.
My chest hitches, trying to catch my breath as he slowly removes his hand.
“You’re driving me crazy, Alexandra,” he whispers. “If only I could do the things to you I want to do.”
“So …” I breathe, trying to calm down. “Why don’t you?”
He watches his thumb glide against my bottom lip. “Because there’s no turning back once I do.”
Hunter’s reluctance to touch me leaves me annoyed. What does he expect me to do? Make myself come every single time? I’ve been doing that for years.
“I guess that’s your loss.” I fix my panties and drop my skirt. “I’ve had my fun. It’s a shame you can’t too. If you’ll excuse me, I need to pack up to go home.”
As he steps back, I unlock the door, making sure no one sees me. Thankfully, everyone is distracted wishing Jennifer in admin a happy birthday. There’s a cake, and usually when there’s cake, the whole office flocks to it.
A few emails came through during my time away, so I quickly answer them, but one, in particular, wanted a report which took forever to download.
After a good thirty minutes, I’ve once again gone over my usual finish time. Annoyed, I grab my things and head to the elevator. Pressing the button, it eventually arrives, so I enter and head toward the back as the doors close.
Then, they spring back open, and Hunter enters.
Fuck. Okay, be strong.
When the door closes, the elevator moves as we stand in silence until he reaches over and hits the stop button.
“Henry, in the control room, has fifteen minutes on his break,” Hunter informs me as he moves closer. “I’m done waiting. I want my turn.”
A smirk lingers on my lips. If he wants his turn, I will give him a taste of what it’s like to do all the hard work himself.
My hands rest on his chest as I feel his heart beating fast.
“On your knees,” he commands. “Mouth open.”
I follow his demand, getting on my knees while opening my mouth as instructed. Slowly, I raise my eyes to meet his, and he unbuckles his suit pants and releases his cock.
The pool of wetness between my legs spreads everywhere, admiring how perfect his cock is. Hard, long, and the perfect angle to take it all in.
His hand grips around his shaft, then he gently moves it up and down, inches away from my mouth.
A moan escapes me as I watch his pace move faster. The sounds he makes drive me crazy until his groan warns me he is just about to finish.
“Will you swallow?” he asks, out of breath.
I lick my lips, then gaze into his burning eyes. “Every last drop.”
He leans forward, blowing inside my mouth as his body continues to jerk from coming. I’ve never done this, only being told it’s either hit or miss. The texture is odd but sweet, and I find myself swallowing, not sure what to do from here.
Hunter is desperately trying to catch his breath while he runs his thumb against my lip as he had earlier in the night.
“Now, we’re even,” he says with a sneer. “I guess we both know what happens when you turn twenty …”
I slowly stand up as he zips up his pants.