And in walked Blake as Wynn's tongue traced down the underside of my cock, then started to tease over the sensitive skin of my balls.
"Hey, do you know where Wynn is?" Blake asked, coming a couple feet into my study.
Oh, I knew where Wynn was, alright.
In fact, the second she knew we weren't truly alone anymore, her lips gently closed around one of my balls, sucking gently, damn near making me come right then and there.
"Why?" I asked, trying to focus on my breathing.
"I wanted to talk to her."
"About what?" I asked.
"The party. Her car is still outside. You haven't seen her?"
"It's a big house." With lots of surfaces to climb under. "What about the party did you need to discuss?" I asked, needing to curl my hand into a fist, nails biting into my palm, as Wynn's tongue moved back upward, and was circling around the head of my cock, lapping up the precum that had beaded up there.
"My list."
"This is a work event. You're not inviting your friends."
"Guests," Blake corrected.
"You get a date, Blake. A date, that's it. And if she could wear something that covers at least a third of her body this time, that would be appreciated."
"Fucking prude," Blake muttered as he walked off through the back of the house.
Prude.
While I had my house manager sucking me off under the desk.
Wynn's lips closed around me again, a low moan escaping her as she did so, the vibration moving through me, making my hips jerk upward, going deeper into her waiting mouth.
I could hear Blake banging around in the kitchen cabinets, but I was too far gone to care about him still being in the house.
Scooting the chair backward so I could see, I grabbed a handful of her hair, moving it out of the way. Then I watched as she mouth-fucked me like there was nothing else in the world she would rather do.
Fast, deep, messy, making me curl forward as the need for release grew. Her hand moved out, massaging my balls as she took me deeper, the head tapping the back of her throat with each downward motion.
My breathing got fast and ragged.
My entire body tensed.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hips rocking into her mouth as I got to that edge. "Just like that," I ground out as she started to twist her head around as she moved up and down my cock. "I'm going to come," I told her as my hand crushed into the back of her neck, making her take me deep, coming down her throat so hard that the world went black for a moment. And afterward, I was panting and boneless, folded forward in my chair, one arm braced on the desk as I tried to pull myself together.
Wynn let my cock slide out of her mouth, then took the time to tuck me back away before sliding backward, rising up, and sitting off the edge of the desk again, making it so I had to lean back to look up at her.
Mascara ribbons stained her cheeks, her lips were swollen, and her skin flushed. But that look in her eyes? Pure fucking triumph.
It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life.
And it lasted all of five seconds before I could hear Blake calling out as he moved closer, "Did you say something to me?"
"Shit," I hissed as Wynn moved away from the desk, eyes huge, knowing what her face looked like.
Then, I shit you not, this woman slammed her foot against my desk at almost full force, then fell down onto the spare chair.
"Ow ow ow ow ow," she hissed, cradling her foot in her hands just as Blake came into the room, taking in the scene with a furrowed brow.
"You okay, Wynn?" he asked as I started to genuinely wonder if she'd really hurt herself.
"She slammed her foot into my desk," I told my brother as he moved in closer.
"Are you crying?" he asked as Wynn lifted her head. And, sure enough, there was a glisten of tears in her eyes that could explain the black streaks on her face. "Did you break something?" he asked, dropping down, reaching out toward her.
"Don't touch her," I snapped, my voice a whip cracking in the quiet room, making the both of them stiffen and look over at me. To be honest, I was surprised at the ferocity in my tone, in the tug of possessiveness in my chest. "She didn't say you could touch her," I added in a much more even tone. "Do you want a sexual harassment complaint?" I asked.
"Glad to see you care so much about the people who work for you," Blake said, voice tight.
"I'm fine," Wynn insisted, seeming to sense the growing tension between us. "Really. I'm just a big baby about this kind of thing," she added, flexing her toes a couple times. "Your brother told me that you will be bringing a date," she added, accepting the handkerchief I handed across the desk to her to wipe at her cheeks.