British Bedmate - Page 50

Without answering me directly, he said, “Follow me.” He then led me down a side hallway.

There was a one-stall family bathroom. He looked around, and when there was no one in sight, he pulled me inside and locked the door behind us.

My heart was beating rapidly.

He placed both of his arms around me, locking me in.

“Why did you put that lipstick on at work?”

“Didn’t you buy it so that I could wear it?”

“Not here. Do you realize that scrubs do absolutely nothing to hide an erection?”

“I—”

“You think it’s funny that I had to run to the bathroom the minute you walked in with those lips?” He leaned in, and I could feel his breath.

There was only one answer. “I do.”

“You put it on for one reason and one reason alone. And that was to drive me mad. Am I right?”

“Maybe.”

“Does it please you to know that you have this kind of sexual power over me, Bridget? Look down.”

Simon’s erection was practically vertical, and there was a huge wet spot that had seeped through the thin material of his blue scrubs.

He pointed down. “You think I can go back to work like this?”

“No, I don’t think you can, actually.” I laughed.

Simon’s arms were trembling as they continued to lock me in against the wall. I was making light of this, but clearly I’d gotten him all worked up.

He started to kiss my neck, and I could feel my underwear getting wetter by the second.

I knew what he fantasized about. But I also knew that he wasn’t going to come out and ask me for it, because by nature, he was a giver, not a receiver. As much of a dirty talker as he was, I couldn’t picture him asking me to get on my knees and suck his dick. Although, that was exactly what he wanted.

If I was being truly honest with myself, it was the real reason I wore this damn lipstick. I wanted to live out his little dream from the moment he told me about it. I wanted him in my mouth, to taste him. I just wanted to drive him a little crazy first. And it seemed it was time for me to put him out of his misery.

I dropped to my knees and pulled his scrubs down slowly. His breathing became labored as I wrapped my hands around his throbbing cock. A string of pre-cum dripped down, and I caught it with my mouth. Simon moaned as I licked the rest off of his tip.

I looked up at him, and he was just on another planet. His eyes rolled back as he buried his fingers in my hair.

I waited for him to look at me again before I took him all the way down my throat, sucking him as I stroked the slick and silky skin of his thick shaft.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, Bridget. I’ve always wanted to feel this beautiful mouth around my cock. You have no idea…how good…this feels…”

He kept tightening his abs to keep from coming. I started to suck harder and move my hand faster.

His body began to shake. “I’m coming. You’d better—”

Ignoring his warning, I felt streams of hot cum exploding out of him and into my mouth. I swallowed all of it, something I hadn’t ever done—not even with Ben.

Simon’s abs were moving in and out as he continued to pant. His hair was all fucked-up, and he looked like all of the wind had been knocked out of him.

“God, you give good head, baby.” He still looked dazed. “That was…”

I stood up. “We’d better go.”

“You think I’m going to let you go, just like that? We still have ten minutes. I’m not wasting it.”

He pulled up his pants then dropped to his knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing off my lunch,” he said, sliding down my bottoms.

“That’s really not necess—” I gasped.

My words just stopped upon the feel of his mouth on my clit. Simon growled, and I could feel it vibrate through me. His warm tongue circled around my lips. I was probably pulling too hard on his hair, but I couldn’t help it.

Simon buried his whole face between my legs. It was the most intense oral sex of my life.

“My pussy,” he whispered in between lapping his tongue.

He gripped my ass to guide me over his mouth.

“That’s it. Ride my face,” he groaned.

Simon’s tongue was deep inside of me as I came so fast. It was literally the longest lasting orgasm of my life.

When he stood up, he said, “Please tell me I’ll get to do that again. That can’t be the last time.”

“Haven’t we broken the rules enough for one day?”

“Technically, not the Clinton rules. We’re still in compliance.” He rubbed my cheek then pulled me into him again and kissed me hard.

I was surprised how little of my lipstick had actually spread to his lips…or his cock. It was matte, and long-lasting, apparently.

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