Fall From Grace

“She’s my assistant, not yours,” Carson says with a chuckle. He then twists his hips ever so slightly, and I can’t help but suck him deep. His fingers massage my scalp in what I can only assume is appreciation.

“She’s my sister.”

Carson’s deep chuckle and his gentle strokes on my head calm my nerves slightly. “She must like me more than you.”

“Doubtful. She thinks you’re a dick.”

My eyes bulge at Owen’s words and the fact my lips are wrapped around the dick of the man I called a dick.

Carson presses my head down and forces me to take him deep. “Is that so?” he asks Owen.

“Depends on the day.”

Carson leans forward on his desk, giving me better access to his dick. I shouldn’t be doing this. My brother is literally on the other side of this desk and has no idea I have his best friend’s cock shoved down my throat. But the sick part of me is turned on by it. Knowing that I am doing something I shouldn’t be doing. I know Owen told Carson to stay away from me, and he would be pissed if he knew what happened between us. But the idea of doing something sexual with someone so close is making me take Carson deeper and harder. I am trying to be quiet as I do it, letting spit drip down my chin. Carson and Owen talk about business, but I’m barely listening, my hand ready to slide under my skirt as Carson massages my head with his fingers.

I feel him stiffen and know he is going to come. There is no way he will do it with my brother in the room though. So I slow my movements and relax my mouth slightly.

“Well I have another call,” Carson’s voice is strained but barely.

“You okay, man?”

I smile around his dick. This man is definitely not okay. I slide my hand off his thigh and go for his balls. The lightest touch of my fingers grazing them as he’s gripping my hair so hard I have to hold in a yelp.

Carson clears his throat. “Yeah. All good.”

I hear Owen’s footsteps walk toward the door. “Can you tell Grace to stop by my office when she gets back?”

“Not a problem.”

The door clicks shut and Carson grips my face with both his hands as I squeeze his balls and suck him deep into my throat. The first warm hit of his cum makes me cough but I don’t stop. I swallow every inch of him down.

He pulls me out from under his desk. A huge smile on his face.

I stumble to my feet and go to slap him but he catches my arm. “I can’t believe you made me do that. Owen was like three feet away!”

He shakes his head. “Nah. He was at least five feet. He didn’t suspect a thing. Not until you decided grabbing my balls was a good idea.”

“What do you think he would have done if he heard?” I shriek.

“You didn’t seem to be complaining when you nearly swallowed me down your throat.” I go to talk back but he is wiping the spit off the side of my mouth. “I knew you liked it. The thought of being caught. Just like when I fucked you bent over my couch. You liked the idea of someone watching through my windows. I saw it on your face.”

I open my mouth to deny it but I can’t. It’s written all over my face.

“Now. I’m hungry for lunch.”

“You just ate.”

He smirks at me and I swallow hard when I realize he isn’t talking about food.

“Don’t you have a meeting?” I ask.

“I can be a few minutes late.”

I stare at him in anticipation of his next move. “But I have—” Before I can finish the sentence, his hands are on my waist and he’s lifting me up onto his desk.

“I’ve been wanting strawberries and cream for a while.” He shoves my legs apart and pulls my lace panties to the side, groaning when he sees them. His fingers run along my slit and I shudder from the slightest touch. “Point proven. You like the idea of being caught. You’re fucking soaked.”

I go to argue with him that it wasn’t because of that but then his face is between my thighs and his tongue is doing wicked things to me. I choke back a curse word or five as he eats me out like he’s a starved man. My fingers grip the edge of his desk, my knuckles white as I feel every ounce of pleasure he sucks from my body. His fingers fucking me as his tongue swirls my clit. My entire body is on fire, tingling and shaking. Before I know it, I am falling over the edge. I bring my hand to my mouth, biting down on my fist to keep in my screams. My other hand is gripping his hair as he laps up the aftermath of my orgasm. Tiny tremors making my entire body spasm as his tongue glides along my center and then as his teeth graze my clit.