Get Stuffed

"Oh? And what things do you have in mind?" I'm still blindsided by his admission, but the way he's looking at me now has my heart skittering and my body thinking about all the ways we could use this empty office.

"I'll have to make a list, and when I do it will be long,” he growls into my ear. “But just thinking about it, I want you to ride me, so I can watch those perfect breasts swinging back and forth. I want you to touch yourself while I watch. I want to see you have your first taste of come."

I think the temperature is rising in here. At the very least I'm hotter. A swirl of desire and fear rolls through me, but I came here to see him, and I want him. I’ve never done anything so bold in my life, but I can feel that I have five seconds of courage left in me. It’s now or never, and I want to give him exactly what he wants. “You can see it now.” Before he can protest I sink down onto my knees, his belt under my fingers.

“Naomi—”

“You’re not the only one who can be spontaneous,” I say, freeing his cock from his underwear, and taking it into my mouth.

His hands are in my hair immediately. “Fuck.”

I suck him hard, drawing my mouth back slowly before plunging back down again. This angle is easier, and I find I can take him deeper than before. Drawing patterns with my tongue as I move, I touch every part of his cock with my mouth. There’s a bit of lipstick smudged from where I sealed my lips around him, and the sight makes me wet. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I can tell he’s struggling not to move. I take him out of my mouth, running my tongue across the tip. “I have to tell you something,” I say.

“Now?” he asks, and I make him wait, taking the tip of his cock between my lips and grazing him with my teeth. I see his eyelids flutter shut.

“This,” I say, “won’t be the first time I’ve tasted you.” He sucks in a breath, and now he’s staring at me. Oh god, I can't believe I'm going to say this out loud. He’s going to think I’m some sort of deviant.

I lick along his length, enjoying the shudder from him. “When did that happen?” he asks, and I can hear the arousal in his voice. It’s deep and rough and full of sinful promise.

All of the blood in my entire body is in my face. That's how hard I'm blushing. My face is a tomato. "That first day...after you finished and left. You had used my—I was curious, and it just happened."

His cock—already hard—stiffens in front of me. His mouth drops open just a little, and his pupils dilate so his eyes look suddenly dark and hungry. ”That might be the hottest thing I've ever heard."

I duck my head so he can’t see my blushing face as clearly, wetting my lips with my tongue. I place my lips at the base of his cock, sucking along his skin to the tip and back down the other side. I suck him in long and deep, moving up and down his shaft, working up the courage for my last mortifying and arousing admission.

Looking up at him, I say, “I want to taste you again.”

His cock twitches against my mouth, and the sound he makes is nearly feral. I think about that day in the coffee room, how he talked about fucking my mouth. This is his chance.

I put my hands on his hips and pull him toward me, forcing him to thrust between my lips. He takes the hint. Holding my head still with his hands, Andrew pushes his cock into my mouth. Slowly at first, then faster. I lock my mouth around him, relaxing my throat and sucking as hard as I can with his movement. I glance upward and see Andrew’s eyes are closed, his lips slightly parted, completely lost in the moment. Deep satisfaction and pleasure spreads through me at the sight.

Andrew is pumping faster now, filling my mouth with his cock as far as I can take it. He looks down at me, and we lock eyes—I feel sexy and vibrant and alive as he watches me take him deep, as I let him use my mouth for his own pleasure, let him see me love every second of it.

I can see it in his eyes when he comes. They glaze over, and his body goes tight. His cock stops in my mouth, and the warm flood of his come splashes across my tongue. I suck, coaxing more from him. My mouth fills with seed, and I look up at him again, making a show of taking every drop from his cock before swallowing it all.

He’s staring me, and I smile at him, putting his cock back in his pants. It almost looks like he can’t move. “Why, Andrew Finch, are you speechless?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

There’s a knock at the door and we both jump. “I’m back, Mr. Finch, but I’m going to head out to lunch now,” Mary says outside.

“Thank you, Mary,” Andrew says, his voice sounding a bit strangled.

I reach out and straighten his tie, feeling like somehow I’ve won a small victory. He’s the one with all the experience, and yet I’ve rendered him speechless. I won’t forget that. “I guess you can cross that off your list.”

“I guess so.”

He’s still stunned, and I’m still smirking. “I’ll see you later at the house.”

“Yes you will, and I’ll be thinking of creative ways to return the favor.”

Now there’s a thought that’s going to haunt me all day.

12

I’m disoriented when the door opens to my room. It’s dark, and late, and why is there someone here? My brain is panicking and I’m about to scream when I hear Andrew’s voice. “Naomi?”

My own voice comes out as a sleepy slur. “Oh, it’s you.” The door closes softly, and I hear the footsteps across the floor and feel the mattress dip beside me. Suddenly I can feel the heat from his chest—he’s shirtless and I’m now very, very awake. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he says. “I didn’t get back until a little while ago. I wasn’t going to wake you up, but I’ve been thinking about you too much to sleep.”

“What a nice surprise.” I hope that he can hear my smile in the dark.

“I kept my promise,” he whispers. “I’ve been thinking all day of ways to make you come.”

I laugh and let him pull me against his body. “Oh really. I’m pretty tired, but I think I can manage if you make it worth my while.”

“I started making a list,” he says, putting his mouth against mine and tracing my lips with his tongue.

“Really?”

“It was more fun than working on my cases. I plan to thoroughly ruin you, Ms. Grayson.”

I can hear the lust that laces his words, and I shudder as he moves from my mouth to my jaw, then up to my ear. He bites it gently, sucking down the side to the lobe, grazes it again with his teeth. I used to make fun of moments like this—I never thought that someone sucking on my ear could be hot.

I was wrong.

My body is already singing and he’s barely touched me. He whispers, “For hours I’ve been imagining the sounds you’ll make when you come tonight.”

“What are you planning?”

He chuckles darkly. “And ruin the surprise? No.” He bites my neck, smoothing away the pain with his tongue. “But I am very certain it is something that you have never done before. All you need to do is feel. And come.”

My heart skips and speeds up. “Okay.”

I close my eyes, and do as he says. I concentrate on the sensation as he pulls the blankets back, the feeling of slipping fabric as he undresses me piece by piece, the whispers of fingers and lips in unexpected places. His hands part my thighs, curving around and lifting my legs toward my chest. I feel the air on my pussy and the vulnerability of this position as I’m spread open in front of him.

He gives me a long, slow lick and I groan, biting my lip to keep my volume in check. Tongue is swirled across my clit and back, and I close my eyes again, just feeling. He dips a finger inside of me, and then two, curling them against the walls of my pussy in a way that makes me jump. Then there are three fingers in me, each running along that sensitive place, and I feel my orgasm building more quickly than I’ve ever felt. My breath is gone and I’m gasping, small moans escaping with each exhale. Andrew knows I’m on the edge and he slows his pace, holding me there.

Then I feel his tongue against my ass and the touch is so sudden

and unexpected, I come. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming as my pussy convulses around his hand, pleasure shattering outward in a starburst. Andrew doesn’t stop fucking me with his hand, forcing wave after wave of lightning to wash over me. He wrings every ounce of the orgasm from me, leaving me spent, my limbs feeling like jelly.

He pulls his fingers out of me, and I moan at the loss. I feel his teeth nip at the inside of my thigh and I jump. Andrew’s hands are sliding on my skin and gripping my hips and then—

Oh. My. God.

Andrew’s mouth is locked against my ass, his tongue pressing at the opening. He sucks and swirls, the sensation so strange and new, the idea so shocking that I’m dripping again.

The tip of his tongue draws a line from my ass up to my clit, dipping deep into my pussy on the way. He sucks his way back down, and I’m panting. My fingers find his hair and I pull him against me, needing more of this, more of what he’s doing to me, more of his mouth, more of everything. He’s sucking at my ass and I think I might be delirious. I’m saying things and Andrew’s name and I’m pleading with him to make me come again and I’ve never felt like this.

One of his hands finds my clit and I’m so slick that his fingers slide against me. Andrew presses his tongue against the bud of my ass and presses, and again, and again, thrusting his jaw against me. He’s circling my clit with his thumb and fucking my ass with his tongue and I can’t hold on any longer.