For some reason, I didn’t think twice about obliging. And when I did, I watched Adam’s blue eyes practically glaze over with lust—and a hint of surprise, like he hadn’t actually expected me to listen.
Oops, I thought. But as crazy as it was, no one outside could tell what I was doing, and I didn’t regret it. Especially as I watched Adam wet his lips as he stared in awe, soaking me in, taking so long to follow up on what he was saying to Knox that I was afraid he’d forgotten. But he didn’t.
“They know how to tell you what you want to hear, but they don’t actually know jack about you, Knox,” he said before rattling off a small handful of the things he knew off the top of his head. Specific stats and injuries. Management preferences. The teams Knox’s girlfriend approved for him to sign with, because she could easily transfer her job there.
All this while he felt up my tits.
My mouth hung slightly open as I finally felt a bit of the shock of the situation, mostly because I could still hear everyone working as normal right outside. Footsteps. Phone calls. Usual chatter. The sounds of the busy office were still clear as day as Adam fondled my naked breasts, massaging gently one second then rougher the other, moving his hand back and forth between them and rolling my nipples between his fingers.
His voice was normal, at total ease as he spoke to Knox. But I could see him getting hard as he played with my tits, and as soon as my eyes made out the full outline of his dick
, he got up from his desk to go and shut the door.
Oh boy.
My pulse picked up and I bit a nervous grin back as I heard Adam’s footsteps return.
My thighs pumped when I caught his hard-on snaked down his pants as he returned, and I practically moaned in relief when I watched him put the call on mute as Knox started rambling. All I wanted was to climb on top of him. To taste his lips as I rubbed my aching sex against his erection.
But with a nod toward his desk, Adam murmured, “Get on there and spread your legs for me.”
I stared at him, blinking for a few seconds, because I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant. Like… get up on all fours or sit facing him?
I wanted to ask, but just then he took Knox off mute to address some misinformed point he’d made about endorsement deals. But even as he spoke, Adam looked at me expectantly, sitting back in his chair, stroking his dick over his pants and waiting for me. So without waiting another second, I hiked my skirt up—just enough so that I could spread my legs as I perched my butt against the edge of the desk.
But judging from the way Adam didn’t move, his lips pressed firmly into a line as he looked at me, that wasn’t what he wanted. I snorted. What? I mouthed.
He took a second to smirk at my nervous cluelessness before grasping my waist, hoisting me up on his desk and sitting me farther back, his lustful eyes on my wide ones as he positioned me to his liking.
Once he had me propped up on my elbows, he made me lift my hips, pulling off my panties and slipping them into his pocket before draping my legs over his wide shoulders. Okay, holy fuck. I breathed jaggedly as it all happened in a rush. I’d been naked in his office before, but I’d never felt this exposed. It was daylight. I could hear voices right outside the door. Yet here I was, my boss’s head between my legs, cold air hitting my pussy as Adam rolled his chair back.
And latched his mouth onto my clit.
“Adam!”
He hit mute just as I gasped at the sensation, moaning as he sucked, forcing my stomach muscles to start fluttering already. I tipped my head back, keeping the image of his face buried between my legs as I closed my eyes, mouth open but forcing myself not to moan as I felt the wet warmth of his tongue pulsing against me, and heard the metal jangling of him jerking his belt undone.
He licked me up and down as he started jerking off, dragging the flat of his tongue up my wet length, swirling it around and around and giving low, quiet groans before murmuring about how wet I was. How fucking good I tasted.
It all just felt unreal.
Like a fantasy.
Especially as he took Knox off mute and kept talking, slowly getting through to him between his stroking, wet licks of my pussy. And with my head tipped back, I could hardly tell when he was taking the call off mute and putting him back on. All I heard was him speaking normally to Knox one second then loudly sucking on my clit the next. It was as nerve-wracking as it was arousing, and I swore I could’ve come a dozen times already. But desperately, I held out, my stomach clenching and my nails scraping uselessly against the smooth surface of his desk, especially as he slid his fingers inside me—one at first, then another and another—rumbling again about my wetness, the sound of pleasure and approval in his voice as he started pumping and sucking at once, all while furiously jangling that belt buckle as he jerked himself off.
As soon as he hung up with Knox, I came, dizzy as pleasure escaped my lips in desperate little gasps that I tried to keep as quiet as possible, but I was only half-successful. I couldn’t help the delirious moan that slipped out as I stayed spread on Adam’s desk, coming down from my heights while listening to him edge toward his own.
His breaths were growing shorter, harsher, and I wasn’t sure what come over me when I decided to kneel at his feet. All I knew was that I loved the carnal look in his eyes as he gazed down at me, his teeth gnashed and his upper lip curling as he gave two more pumps of his dick before streaking my tits in thick ribbons of cum.
Holy God, I want to remember that face forever, I thought as I studied Adam, his jaw hanging open and his eyebrows sloping as he breathed out sounds of such low, gravelly, ridiculously sexy pleasure I just wanted to come all over again.
But instead I rubbed my breasts, spreading him all over my skin and making his eyes widen as he shook his head, still stroking himself gently as he watched me.
Admittedly, it took awhile to get cleaned up.
But it could’ve taken longer, considering how tempted I was to go for round two as I kissed Adam deeply while buttoning up my shirt, smiling against his lips as he muttered under his breath, almost angrily, about how fucking perfect I was.
“I don’t know what the fuck I would do without you.”