Get Stuffed

"Didn't you know you had no reason to worry?" I ask. "I mean, I rocked giving that flash drive to the print shop. There was no way you could lose."

He chuckles and slides his hands down to my ass, pulling all of me against him. "It's true. I couldn't have done it without you."

An idea enters my head, and a smile creeps across my face because I know that he won't be able to say no. And that he's rubbing off on me a little. "There are many things you can't do without me,” I say, to clarify. "Like celebrate properly."

His body goes still, and his lightness is replaced by power. "A dangerous suggestion." He sits down in his chair.

I lean against his desk, enjoying being able to look down at him for once. I watch as his eyes go dark with possibilities, and I wait. He's watching me like a hunter, and I tighten my fingers on the edge of the desk. Just being looked at me by him turns me on. There's nothing he would say that I wouldn't do.

The longer he stares, the more aware I am of how in control he is, and he hasn't even said a word. The thought sends the air out of my lungs. I see when the command comes into his eyes, and I shiver. "Get on your knees."

I do, fitting my legs back under his desk, already sensing the second command before it comes. I reach for him, undoing his pants and pulling out his already very hard cock. I run my hands up and down his length, stroking him and feel him get even harder under my touch. I keep my hands on him, always moving, tracing his veins while I wait. I give him a slow smile. Just because he's the one who's in control doesn't mean I don't want this, and I plan on it being just as amazing for him as it was for me.

"Put your mouth on me,” he says.

I follow his command. I press my lips to the base of his cock, letting my tongue slip out and touch while I move up the length of him. I press my lips against the tip before moving back to the base. I tease him with my tongue, and graze him with my teeth. I can feel him shudder beneath my hands. I lick him slowly, moving up and down the sides of his cock, coming close, but never quite where he wants me to be.

I run my tongue across the head of his cock and he swears. His hand grips my hair and he tilts my head back so I can look at him. "Put my cock inside your mouth. Now."

I smirk at him as I obey, happy in my knowledge that I'm driving him to the edge. I suck him into my mouth, just the head, and stroke my tongue along him. He swears again, and I laugh knowing what the vibrations in my mouth will do to him. I take him deeper, closing my lips around him and creating a vacuum as I pull back. Every stoke I go just a little further. I glance up and see that his head has fallen back, and he's desperately trying to control his breathing.

I use my tongue and swirl it around it the head over and over again until he's shaking. I plunge down on him again the deepest I've gone and he groans. I know what's coming next--he doesn't. I suck back to the tip and take a deep breath. I take him all the way into my mouth and swallow him. The tip of his cock is in my throat, and I seal my lips around his base.

I swallow again, and again, stroking him with the walls of my throat. I hear him release a truly dirty string of curse words as I release him to breathe. He's staring at me, and I've never felt more powerful. I keep looking into his eyes as I use my tongue on him, watching him fight his control. I take a breath and swallow him again, humming so my throat vibrates around him.

Then I hear the door open.

12

Charles

The door is opening. Shit. Neither of us thought to lock it, it all happened so quickly. I lean forward onto my desk to disguise to Alyssa is underneath it, and see that a man I don't recognize walk through the door. "Can I help you?"

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything. Your secretary wasn't outside."

"Yes, she took a late lunch break today." I reach under the desk and try to make it look like I'm scratching my leg. Instead I tangle my fingers in Alyssa's hair and guide her mouth back to my cock. If she's going to hide under there, it should be for a reason. "What can I do for you?"

He comes forward and shakes my hand. "My name is Robert Jenkins, I'm the financial manager for the Seattle hotel. Your secretary left me a message. She left me many messages actually."

Robert Jenkins is here? I try to wrap my brain around it, but Alyssa chooses that moment to tease me with her tongue and I nearly lose my words. "She does a good job for me. It's nice to have someone around to do the dirty work." The vibrations from her laughter force me to bite the inside of my cheek. "Why are you in New York?"

"I was on vacation and visiting family, and I was unreachable last week. When I got your message I thought it might just be easier to stop by."

"That was good of you. I'll be honest, some of the expense reports are concerning me." Alyssa takes me deep into her throat and I cover myself with a chuckle. "Listen, Robert. I really appreciate you coming in, but I'm booked for the rest of today. Is there any way you could come in tomorrow morning around ten? I'll cover your hotel cost if it's an inconvenience."

He smiles. "No inconvenience, Mr. Saxon. I'm happy to help. Do I need to leave a note for Ms. Harrington about the appointment?"

Her teeth grazing along the length of me give me my answer. "That's all right. She'll be back shortly. I'll let her know."

Robert nods. "Then I won't take up any more of your time." He stands and shakes my hand again. “I’ll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you again, Robert. And if you don't mind, close the door on your way out?"

"Sure thing."

I wait until the door clicks before I slide back and look down at Alyssa, an evil grin on her face. "You're the one who told me to keep going,” she says.

"Now I'm going to finish. Open your mouth." I take her face in my hands and guide her onto me. I don't stop until I feel myself enter her throat, then I roll my hips and thrusting in further. She swallows, squeezing me with her throat, and I swear I go blind. She comes up for air, and I give her a moment to breathe before pulling her onto me again.

I'm so close, every inch of my cock is quivering and ready. She sucks me down and I feel my head pop into her throat, contracting around me. My hips have a mind of their own, thrusting into her mouth as she works her throat. I feel her tongue reach out and touch the skin at my base, and I come.

Lightning jets of pleasure roll through me as I release into her throat again and again. It's longer than I've ever come before, pleasure pulled out of me almost on the edge of pain. I'm sure someone heard the swearing that came out of my mouth. I've never felt anything this good.

I open my eyes, and find Alyssa's. Keeping her lips around me, she sucks her back up my cock to the tip before releasing me. I realize then that she swallowed everything I gave her. She puts me away and buckles my pants. Then she leans over and kisses me deeply on the mouth. "Congratulations. I have to go put Mr. Jenkins on the schedule for ten tomorrows."

I'm left staring after her, utterly speechless for the second time since we've met.

13

Alyssa

The next week is a whirlwind of sex and whispered conversations. I learn that Charles' favorite color is burgundy. I learn that he hates the nickname Charlie because he was teased as by kids calling him Charlie Brown. I learn he grew up on the outskirts of Tucson, and that his mother died when he was in college. He learns that we're both only children, and that I thought--briefly--about becoming an architect.

After the meeting with Mr. Jenkins, Charles' wasn't happy. He retreated into his shell, and I used every trick I new to draw him back out. Including kidnapping him in the middle of the day and taking him back to our diner.

I finally got him to open up about it. The Seattle hotel is losing money. It's tanking, actually. Charles' is worried that he might have to close it down in order stop the bleeding. Only shutting down a failing property while in the middle of an international expansion isn't good for business. If you can't have a successful business in the country where you have the most control, how will it be overseas?

Even after getting him t

o talk about, he's been more withdrawn this week. His smiles come less frequently, and I know that the worry is eating away at him. The moments I pull him out of his shell he's completely focused and completely present, but then he retreats. From what I can tell, the negotiations are going well. As well as these things go--slowly and inch by inch. But when Friday comes around, I've had enough of his sulking. I go into the office and close the door.

"You're going to take me out tonight."

He was looking out over the city, but he turns and smiles softly at me. "Am I?"

"Yes,” I say. "Because it's Friday night and you've had the luxury of sulking all week. You still haven't taken me any new places in New York. So you're going to take me somewhere, and we're going to leave work alone for awhile."

He stands and comes over to me and straightens his jacket. "I thought I was the one who gave commands."

"Only 'within the context of sex.’” I quote rule number one at him.

He reaches down and tugs on the waistband of my pants, pulling me forward. "And you don't think me taking you somewhere will have something to do with sex?"

"I guess we'll have to see."

He laughs, and it's the first real laugh I've heard all week. "Do I have anything important left today?"

"Nope."

"Then let's go." He grabs his phone off his desk.