“Well, I’m sure the parents can pay for them.”He clears his throat pompously.“I personally think that we should—”
I tune him out as I finally slide my fingers back inside Beth. She’s sweltering hot and unbelievably soft around me. Her eyes fall shut as I start to finger her, plunging in roughly, getting in as deep as I can. God, she feels good.
I realise Marcellus is done speaking. “There’s a very high rate of commercial piracy in many of these countries, particularly India and Bangladesh,” I recite. “Students are often forced or compelled to buy pirated versions of our programmes, which can be out of date or faulty.” Still sawing my fingers inside her, I stretch out my thumb, gently touching it to Beth’s clit. Her eyes widen. She grips at my shoulders, frantic. “It’s better for everyone involved if we make our prices competitive with pirated copies. That way, we still make some small amount of profit, and the students get the information they need.” As I talk, I play with Beth’s delicate nub. It’s engorged and throbbing, slick with her juices, and so full and ripe I feel like I could pop it like a berry. I roll it with my thumb, and she goes crazy, her whole body arching off the bed. A harsh, shuddering gasp falls out of her mouth.
There’s a pause on the line. “You alright there, Bright?”
“Shit, spilled my coffee,” I lie smoothly. “Can I put you on hold a second?” I press the button, then turn to Beth.
“Hold it.” My fingers don’t stop moving inside her, scooping the tender tissue of her slick inner wall.
“I can’t,” she gasps immediately, rutting against my palm. Her face is bright pink, and I can see the strain in every muscle of her body as she shivers against me. “I can’t, I can’t stop it—”
“You can last until the end of this phone call,” I mutter, nosing at her temple. She just moans softly in response as I steal one last kiss, then restart the call.
Forty-Five
Beth
“Sorry,” he says, his silvery eyes flashing with amusement. “I thought my nanny was coming.”
If I weren’t so turned on, I would probably kick him. Instead, I just bury my face in the crook of his neck and try to breathe as he slicks his fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. I feel like I’m about to cry. It’s too much. I’ve always been loud during sex, and I’ve never had to be completely silent while a sexy businessman sits me on his lap and pounds at my sweet spot like a power drill. I squirm on his knees, my whole body shaking.
“Consider it a gesture of goodwill,” Seb says, trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder. “You don’t want to support low-income students struggling to get an education?”
I bite back a groan as he slides his free palm up my stomach, his fingers trailing over my skin.
The knobhead he’s speaking to says something else. I can’t make out the words, but it sounds like he’s getting more and more pissed off. Seb just hums in acknowledgement, cupping my breast. My mouth falls open as he starts to play with it, rolling and squeezing the aching flesh as he finger-fucks me.
“We don’t need to declare every charitable act,” Sebastian points out, his voice perfectly even. “That sort of defeats the point of charity, doesn’t it?” His hand keeps moving between my legs, and my climax builds up inside me, tightening my belly. God. It feels sostrong. I don’t see how the Hell I’m going to be able to hold it back. I bite my lip, writhing in his lap. Sweat is pouring down the back of my neck, sticking in my hair. Seb kisses my throat silently, and I gape as the heat inside me reaches a fever-pitch. I feel like I’m hanging on the edge of a cliff, looking over the precipice at a canyon thousands of miles below.
I can’t do it. I can’t hold it back.
I grip his thigh hard, digging my nails in, trying to warn him. He looks on impassively, his lips curling up into a tiny smile.
Screw it. I give up. It’s too late. His fingers pump inside me one last time, and I tip over the edge, starting to come.
My climax is so strong it’s almost violent. I press my face into his shoulder and start to shake, harder and harder, as the waves of spasming pleasure wrack my body, all of my muscles contracting rhythmically. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears beading behind my eyelids. I’m holding my breath to make sure I don’t gasp or pant, and the lack of oxygen is making my head spin.
I feel Seb hiss out a hard breath through clenched teeth. “Something’s come up. I’ll call you later,” he mutters, hanging up and tossing his phone on the bed. He wraps an arm around me, tugging me closer, and presses his fingers even deeper inside of me, fucking me through my release. I finally let myself moan into his neck, soft, desperate noises of pleasure falling out of me as I squirm and shift and shiver over him. I can feel my arousal dripping all over his hand, probably soaking into his sheets.
“Told you to hold it back,” he breathes in my ear, his breath hot on my neck.
I glare up at him. “N-next time you have a video call I’m cl-climbing under the -ah!The t-table and sucking you off. See how you handle it.”
He dips his head and catches my tit in his mouth, sucking the hard pink pebble hard as he milks the last echoes of my release right out of me, making my spine arch and curve against him as I shudder. He doesn’t even wait for me to finish coming before he flips me over and drops his trousers, tugging impatiently at his leather belt.
I reach up to help. There’s apingas a button flies off haphazardly, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit. Shoving down his underwear, he grabs the shiny wrapper and goes to roll on the rubber. I hold out my hand, stopping him. I want a second to just look at him, naked. He freezes, breathing hard as I run my eyes over his length.
He’s big. Not as thick as Jack, but definitely longer. I bite my lip. God. He’s going to be able to get sodeepinside me. I wrap my hand around his length, thrilling at the feel of him; hard and soft at the same time, twitching under my palm. I start to pump him, gripping him tightly.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his head falling back. “Beth, please. I won’t last.”
I smile up at him. “Now you know how it feels,” I point out, running my hand slowly up his shaft. His breath stops in his chest, and he shuts his eyes as I start playing with his balls, rolling them gently in my hands, and then tickling underneath them with my fingertips. His hips jerk. His hands fly down to catch mine.
There’s a thudding sound downstairs, and I hear the muffled voice of his mum. It kind of sounds like she’s singing. Maybe a lullaby?
A pained look crosses Seb’s face. “Shit. How long do you think Cami will sleep?”