Billionaire's Assistant

She went off like a rocket, so wet that it was getting on her thighs. I was careful to lap all that up as well. I knew that she was wet, but I stuck a finger inside of her, loosening her up.

Then I felt something that made everything stop.

“You’re a virgin.”

I could see that she stopped breathing, writhing under me.

“How can you tell?”

“I just touched it…your barrier.” I took two steps back and shook my head. “Your brother was already going to beat my ass for touching his little sister, but taking your virginity? Nope. I can’t do that. He has no clue about us.”

“My brother doesn’t get to make my choices for me. I want to give it to you.”

“I’m not going to destroy your virginity and be your dirty secret. We’re going to come clean to him.”

“Can we do that tomorrow or something? You’ve left me hanging here.” She was still bent over my desk.

“I want you to finish yourself.”

“What?” she squeaked.

“I want to watch you touch yourself. Right here. Right now.” I sucked a little bit of her juice off of a hand that had caught a little from her thigh and then I sucked the finger that I’d put inside of her.

“No! Oh my god, that’s so dirty.”

“If you won’t do it, I won’t do it, either. Why don’t you finish what we started, like I did when I went home hard after the last time? I’ve thought about you at night. Have you?”

From her stillness, I knew that she had.

“Let me watch you.” I couldn’t guarantee that if I made her orgasm while bent over that I wouldn’t fuck her and damn the consequences. It was hard enough to keep myself a few steps away when she was wet and willing and so warm right in front of me. “Turn around and let me watch you get yourself on my desk.”

She turned around and hopped that sweet ass onto my desk. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that.” I wanted to smell her sweetness on my desk and remember what this moment was like.

Her small hand went to the apex of her thighs.

“Don’t touch yourself so gently, like you’ve never done this before. Ride your hand. Make me believe it. Let me see what you like when you orgasm.”

Her eyes closed as she worked that exquisitely sensitive little bud between her legs. The scent of her juices got even stronger. Her legs were shaking in another minute. She put her spare hand behind her on the desk as her head fell back, her mouth opened, and her back arched. I could see her hard little nipples through her shirt and wanted to taste them. I put my hands in my pockets instead.

“Ah…ah!” she yelped when it was too much for her. Her whole body tightened up as she came on her own hand.

Discovery

Desmond

I walked forward, pulled her to her feet, and licked her honey off of her hand while she watched.

“Good job, kitten.” I kissed her gently, letting her taste her own juices on my tongue. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll take you home. No bus for you tonight.” And maybe not ever again. Paul could be as stubbornly independent as he wanted to be, but at least he had his motorcycle. Riley had been depending on mass transportation at night.

I pulled her to the bathroom off of my office. I wet one of my paper towels and cleaned her off, kissing one thigh before going back into my office and putting her skirt back on.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I’m keeping it.” I didn’t give her a chance to protest. “I’m going to take you home.”

She was still wearing her shoes. I pulled her off of her feet and into my arms, still walking towards the elevator.