My fantasy come to life.
Her hair was piled messily at the top of her head, pieces of shimmering blonde falling down to frame her beautiful face and that sexy little smirk.
Her white T-shirt was loose, boxy and short, its hem fl
oating several inches above her waist and the waistband of her short plaid skirt.
I didn’t try to hide the sheer awe on my face as she came over to me slowly, making me ache even more for her with her every stop closer. I just stared, unblinking, every inch of my body awake and ready for her touch by the time she rounded my desk and stopped in front of my chair.
She peered at the clock on my desk before looking back at me, breaking into a grin of fresh amusement for my helpless staring before she said, “No talking or working for the next twenty-two minutes. Think you can do it?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I answered faster than I’d answered any question in my life. “As long as you come here,” I murmured, feeling a wave of warm relief washing through me as she climbed into my lap, sitting sideways and letting her skirt flutter up her legs as she draped them across mine. A low rumble escaped my chest as she leaned against it, her head resting against my shoulder as she took my hand, using both of hers to gently knead and squeeze my palm till my eyes couldn’t help but close.
What the fuck.
How does that feel so good?
I tipped my head back as her delicate fingers pressed firmly into little pressure points I didn’t know I had. Apparently I stored tension in my hands. Never knew. Honestly, I never cared until now, because now I had Holland Maxwell sitting in my lap, quietly rubbing my hands, massaging each section of my fingers for Christ’s sake and even rubbing my forearms before working her way to my chest and my shoulders.
“Holy fuck, Holland, I—”
“No talking,” she whispered.
I gladly shut up. Sitting there, with her legs draped over my lap, I let her do whatever she wanted to me, trying my best to take in every second of how sweet she looked just resting on me, forcing me to rest too. But once her arms circled my neck and reached up into my hair, my eyes closed again because holy fuck, whatever her fingers were doing to my scalp now felt like mind-numbing goddamned heaven.
It was so relaxing I didn’t realize she’d stopped until I felt her gently rubbing my package.
I opened my eyes, blinking, staring down at her dainty hand stroking my half-hard cock fully stiff before starting to undo my belt buckle. Slowly, quietly. Like we were trying not to wake someone.
Probably for the best, I thought, only just remembering that my office door was wide open and there were still people here.
Holy shit. I had employees down the hall, my entire reputation on the line. A single stroll by my office and they’d see my door open, a little blonde sitting in my lap, playing with my rock-hard dick. It would be disastrous, and yet I couldn’t even think twice about it right now, because this felt too fucking good.
My stare heavy-lidded, all I could do was gaze down at Holland, her head still resting against my chest and her legs dangling off the side of the chair as she quietly jerked me off, like this was normal. Just something she did.
And just like that, I had fantasies of her doing this all the time. Coming into my office at night. Taking her seat on my lap, tired and sleepy as she asked about my day. I’d tell her what I was working on, what a scouting report was as she nodded along, eager to learn while stroking my dick.
Fuck.
I didn’t want this to stop. Pained, I looked at the clock, wondering how the hell it had already been sixteen minutes.
Six left to go.
It wasn’t enough time.
But just as I opened my mouth to say something, Holland slid her smooth legs off my lap, forcing me to watch unblinkingly, to hold in a groan as she got on her knees in front of me. She hadn’t even touched her lips to my dick and already, I wanted to blow my load, because she was so fucking sexy and sweet, and so insistent on taking care of me. Making me feel good.
I couldn’t help it. I had to let out a groan when she started sucking, giving long, wet pulls on my shaft, using just her pretty mouth first but then adding her hands, pieces of her hair falling out of her bun as she started going faster. Needing my view of her mouth sliding up and down my dick, I gathered her hair, holding it back, hissing under my breath as she pushed her tits against my shins while touching me to the back of her throat.
“Baby, I’m going to come,” I warned in a whisper, but she ignored me, just bobbing her head, sucking my dick quietly like such a good fucking girl.
She barely made a sound as I burst to a soundless finish on her tongue, my eyes squeezed shut, my mouth open and my eyebrows twitching through every beat of my pulsing, full-body release.
It was unreal. Euphoric.
And by the time I opened my eyes, she was up on her feet, a smile on her lips as she took me in for a few seconds.
“How do you feel?” she asked.