Silence.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for me to speak, but I couldn’t get a word out.
Look away from him...Look away from him...
As if he knew the power his gaze was having on me, he grinned and picked up one of my makeshift martinis.
Lifting one of the cherries from the liquor, he placed it against his lips. “Do you plan on standing there all night and looking at me, or are you going to answer my question?”
“No,” I said, finally looking away from him. “After the way you treated me in your office today, I don’t owe you a goddamn thing. You can stand there all night for all I care.” I walked towards my room. “There’s even a sandwich delivery coming if you decide to—”
My breath caught in my throat as he grabbed me from behind and pulled me against his chest. He quickly spun me around so we were face to face, and then he ripped my towel from around my body, letting it fall to the floor.
The cherry he’d picked up was in his mouth, and he was pressing it on my lips—silently commanding me to open up and eat it.
I stuck out my tongue to take it, but before sliding it to me, he whispered, “Don’t chew...I want to see how capable you are of swallowing.”
My gasping did all the swallowing for me.
“Good girl,” he said, loosening his grip around my waist. “Now, step back and hold the wall.”
“What?”
He pushed me against the wall before I could take another breath, grabbing my hands and lifting them above my head. “Hold the wall...”
I nodded, pressing my hands against the cool surface.
With a ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ look on his face, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and spoke softly, “I’ll make you regret it if you let go.”
“Yes...”
“That wasn’t a question.” The look on his face softened, and I was sure he could hear the loud beating in my chest.
I shut my eyes as he ran his hands up and down my sides.
I could feel his c**k hardening through his pants as he lowered his kisses to my br**sts and swirled his tongue around my ni**les.
His mouth trailed down my stomach, and his hands caressed every inch of me as he made his way down.
“Thoreau...” I gasped as his tongue skimmed the inside of my thighs.
“My name is Andrew.” He got down on his knees. “We’re done playing that game.” He trapped my legs with his hands and pressed his mouth against my pu**y. Licking me gently, he massaged my clit with his thumb.
I tried not to moan too loudly, tried to keep it all in, but each time he swirled his tongue, my mouth let another sound escape.
“You’re so f**king wet...” He groaned. “So f**king wet...” He slipped two thick fingers inside of me, pushing them as far as they could go.
My eyes fluttered open as he added a third finger, as he whispered, “So tight...”
“Ahhh...Andrew...” I gave up trying to be quiet.
“Yes?” He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and looked up, waiting for me to say something, but I couldn’t focus when he looked at me liked that.
With no lead-in kisses whatsoever, he buried his head in my pu**y and f**king devoured me.
“Ohhh...” I cried out in indescribable pleasure. “Ohhh godddd, Andrewww....Waitttt...Slow down...”
He ignored me, plunging his tongue deeper and deeper.