I almost laughed at how incredibly hard he had become in just the few seconds I was gone. This little tidbit told me I had more power in this relationship than I was giving myself credit for. If he held all the cards, he’d have been more focused on his phone call, but the fact that he was rigid, upright, and already dripping said a lot about how much thinking he did with his cock.
I gently feathered my fingers over him, and his breathing became sharp and agitated. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.
Chapter 22
Alec
That little vixen. I should have just put her into the bed and ignored her then gone to the office as I had originally planned; however, overnight we had become a media sensation. My proposal had gone viral; Kylie and I were trending harder than any other media story, and speculation swirled. My next public appearance was going to have to be with her if I wanted to keep up the momentum that was building.
So, when she suggested I might stay home, I jumped at the chance without really thinking it through. I sat on the phone listening to the Japanese team talk about the new complex and breaking ground on our first-tier projects as Kylie teased my cock into mind-blowing submission.
Her soft hands barely grazed my member, and I involuntarily pulsed into her palm. I did my best to stay steady, but my thigh muscles twitched. She stopped her slow stroking and lightly grazed her fingernails along my shaft.
“Oh fuck,” I uttered under my breath.
“Mr. Blair, I really think it necessary to have an international market on the premises; most of our clients will be from places around the globe,” my American liaison in Japan chimed in hearing the expletive under my breath and thinking it was a response to his summary of projected expenses.
As with most who worked with me, he was bold and spoke his mind.
“Yes, yes … of course.” I did my best to ignore my outburst as I grabbed Kylie’s wicked hand.
Instead of taking any kind of hint from my actions she dipped down to my cock and scooped it into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around the engorged mushroom head as my balls ignited, but she couldn’t just give me a nice vanilla suck while I was on one of the most important phone calls of the year, no she had to bare her teeth to me as if she was planning on using them.
I let go of her hand to hold her forehead and dangerous teeth away from my cock when her hand began its journey again. It was at that point I resigned myself to whatever torture she had planned while I devised my retaliation. She tickled my balls and pumped my shaft, floating the skin gently up and down as her finger massaged the head. I focused on my breathing so as not to alarm anyone on the phone. The insistent tickle that worked its way up from my balls was distracting, and I found my hips rolling back and forth, aching for the friction that would edge my body to release and a little respite from the maniac who had my balls in her grasp.
I mouthed. “Let’s do this later.” And she had the audacity to giggle and come at me with her mouth again.
I didn’t really think it would work, so I just steeled myself against her advance. It started with kisses, tiny pecks up and down my length; torture. Then her tongue began licking long warm strokes from my balls to the tip. It was all I could take. My hand grabbed the back of her hair to guide her naughty mouth deeper onto me, but perhaps anticipating my move she angled away and backed off. I lunged at her, conference call in hand, and she flitted across the room. I managed to be both annoyed and turned on.
The conversation swirled around me, important figures, dates, building code regulations all evaporating into a pinpoint focus; get Kylie back into that bed. I couldn’t just chase her around the room, too many problematic elements, so I took another, less interesting approach. I tucked myself back into my pants, stood up, and retreated to my office space doing everything in my power to ignore her. I caught her out of the corner of my eye, unsure what her next move would be.
“Send me all the specs, and I’ll look it over before I sign off on phase one.”
Thinking Kylie might take my hint, I leaned against my desk as I watched media’s sweetheart sit on the back of my twenty-thousand-dollar white leather couch, slip off her pale pink fuzzy sleep pants like a stripper, leaving her naked perfectly coiffed pussy spread-eagled as she fingered herself into a frenzy.