6
Barrett
Iwasn’t dreaming, was I?
Saying nothing, she locked the door behind her, slid onto my lap, and hitched up her pencil skirt, devouring my lips in a kiss laced with desire. Hot and breathy tongues fought for domination, and a moan escaped my lips when she ground down against my thickening cock.
Tilting her head back, I traced the underside of her earlobe with kisses, down to her blouse that popped open, exposing her porcelain cleavage clothed in the emerald lace bra she knows drives me crazy.
“Ah no, you don’t.” Moaning, she lifted my chin up and out of her delicious tits, then she kneeled between the gap of my chair and desk, pulling me closer to her, so the desk completely hid her from sight, with only a slight gap for my viewing pleasure. She unzipped my pants and grabbed my thickness with both hands, stroking me between her fingertips.
“Fuck, dollface, I could get used to seeing this every lunchtime,” I moaned as I shuffled to the edge of the chair, her hand roughly sliding up and down my shaft, my length impossibly long with her touch. She swiped her tongue over my length, and heat shot up my thighs.
I wrapped my hands around her head and leaned back, watching her show.
She sucked me, warm and wet, clasping her lips around my shaft and… “Holy fuck!” I leaned forward, gripping the edge of the desk with one hand for support as she took me down her delicious throat, deep-throating me. Then again.
I felt her grin around my cock, and the sensation set my body on fire.
“Lourde, you’re something else,” I said.
She moaned around my cock, and the sound reverberated up my shaft.
My toes tingled, and my brow broke out into beads of sweat. “Lourde, I’m going to come.”
The phone buzzer pinged loudly.
“Fuck!” I groaned out, but she was relentless, not stopping, instead pushing me deeper down her throat just to unnerve me.
It buzzed again, and I hit the button so it was on speaker. “What is it, Aimee?” I bit out in a strained voice.
Unfettered, Lourde cupped my balls, and with one last rake of her teeth over my cock, I exploded, shooting my hot liquid down her throat and slamming my fists on the table as I came.
“Sir, is everything okay?”
“Yes, fine.”
“Right. I have Connor Diamond here to see you. He says it’s urgent.”
Fuck!
A thud underneath the table sounded, followed by a faint moan.
“Sir?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I send him in?”Aimee questioned.
“Give me a minute.”
I hung up and looked down. Lourde’s eyes were the size of saucers as she rubbed the crown of her head.
“What the hell, Barrett?” she whispered.
“Just stay down. He can’t see you there.” I stroked her jaw and quickly kissed her on the mouth before she retreated under the desk. I tucked myself in and zipped up. Standing quickly, I pushed my chair underneath the desk, concealing her from view.
I ran a hand through my brow, wiping the sweat that popped up, then unlocked the door.
“Connor.”
He pushed past me and into the room. Did it smell like cum?
“What are you doing here?” I said, trying to pretend his sister’s lips weren’t just around my cock, giving me epic head.
He sat down on the seat opposite mine, and I closed the door before I made my way over to my chair. Carefully sliding it back, I shot a quick glance down where she sat on her knees, statue-still.
“Thank fuck you’re here, Barrett. I just had to get out. I’m going insane!”
I sat down, casting my eyes over him. “What’s wrong? You look terrible.”
“My father. That’s what’s wrong,”
“What’s Alfred done?”