- Landon -
I was determined to clear my inbox before heading home for the weekend, but two more “urgent” questions had just come through from my most billable clients.
I sighed and loosened my tie as I opened the first email, losing my focus when I heard a knock. “Come in,” I said, lifting my eyes towards the door.
Margot stepped in my office wearing a short trench coat. I couldn’t figure out what looked odd about it…except that I could’ve sworn she’d been wearing pants earlier.
“Hi,” I said. “I thought everyone had gone home already.”
“Everyone has,” she said, locking the door behind her.
There was something in her eyes I hadn’t seen before, something intensely magnetic. “What can I do for you?”
She walked towards me, putting one long, bare leg in front of the other. “That’s funny,” she said, bringing her hands to the coat’s thin belt as she stepped around to my side of the desk. “I was just about to ask you the same question.”
I raised my brows and swiveled my chair towards her as she untied her coat.
When it gaped open at the top and revealed a plunging strip of bare flesh, my whole body stood at attention.
“But I’ll answer your question first,” she said, reaching sideways to close my laptop.
“Okay.” My eyes traced the shadows cast by the thin panels of her jacket.
She pulled her coat open, exposing her naked body, and sloughed it off her shoulders so it fell behind her. It hit the floor around the same time as my stomach, and my breath left my body in one sharp exhale.
She was stunningly beautiful, even more so in the flesh than I’d imagined in my wildest dreams. Her soft hair fell over her shoulders, and her nipples were the most inviting shade of pink.
“You can do a lot more for me than you’ve been doing,” she said, leaning against the edge of my desk and planting one of her high heels on the chair between my legs.
Her flawless pussy was groomed to perfection, and her pink bud looked positively kissable. I lifted my eyes to hers.
“I want you to put your hands on me the way you so readily lay your eyes,” she said, cupping one of her breasts and pinching her nipple so it puckered and blushed before me.
I reached for the smooth calf between my legs.
“Not yet,” she said, slapping my hand away with her eyes. “I’m not done answering your question.”
I dropped my hands reluctantly and watched her slide her hand from her breast down between her legs. My cock surged.
“I know there are some pretty high stakes,” she said, her fingers circling her clit. “As far as you and I getting together.”
It took all my energy to focus on the words coming out of her mouth when her playground of a body was poised before me like this. I gripped the armrests of my chair.
A light smile teased her face as she continued pleasuring herself, and her head fell to the side. “But there’s one risk I’m not willing to take anymore.”
I blinked at her, wondering if she knew how bad she was making me ache.
“And that’s the risk of not knowing what it’s like to have you,” she said. “Of not knowing how you might have me.”
I swallowed hard, thinking about the ways I wanted to have her and how I’d never get through them all.
She dragged her hand through her silk and continued teasing her swollen bud. “I’m the only person who can give you permission to touch me, though.”
I admired the soft flesh of her pale inner thighs, thrilled to be so near them while my mouth watered with her pussy.
“And I want that,” she said. “I do. But you have to promise me something first.”
Anything. “What?”
“You have to promise that if you start touching me, you won’t stop.” Her brow furrowed as she worked herself. “Not until we’re both satisfied.”
My balls ached as I lowered her bent leg to the floor and stood up to whisper in her ear. “I promise.”
She laid a hand on my chest and pushed me back so she could slide past me and sink into my chair.
I watched her lay her forearms on the armrests and cross her legs, admiring the way her waist gave way to her wide hips.
“Take it out,” she said, her voice dropping as she lowered her gaze to where I was straining in my pants. “Show it to me.”
My pulse was racing. I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled my boxers down, keeping my focus on her as I pulled out my dick.
Her pupils dilated when she saw it, and she uncrossed her legs again so she could resume touching herself. “Now take everything off,” she said. “Nice and slow.”
My mouth twitched.
“Patience,” she said. “I’ve been patient with your games. Now you be patient with mine.”
“My games were for your own good.”
She shook her head. “Your games weren’t good for anyone.”
“And this is?”
“Trust me.”
I kicked my shoes off before pushing my pants and boxers the rest of the way down so I could step out of them.
“And your shirt,” she said once I’d righted myself, her eyes still on my cock.
“Since when did you start bossing me around?” I asked, unbuttoning my shirt.
“About five minutes ago, I think. Why? Do you like it?”
I stepped between her parted legs so she could get a closer look at my desire. “Do you really have to ask that?”
A shade of pink that matched her nipples occupied her cheeks.
I threw my shirt and tie to the side before lifting my undershirt slowly, relishing the feel of her hungry eyes on my muscles.
“What can I do for you now?” I asked, taking a step back.
“Stroke it for me,” she whispered
I smiled and took my dick in one hand.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“You didn’t have to add that last part,” I said, keeping my eyes on hers as I tightened my grip. “I only ever stroke it for you.”
She glared at me like she didn’t believe me.
“It’s true,” I said, pulling my dick harder as I admired her gorgeous body. “It’s always you. It’s always been you.”
She pressed her lips together, and her chest rose with her breath.
“Now what?” I asked as she stole a glance at my dick.
“Do you remember your promise?”
I nodded. “I do. And you have my word that I won’t stop touching you until we’re both thoroughly satisfied.”
“That is what you want, isn’t it?” she asked, gazing up at me.
I fixed my eyes on hers. “Of course.”
She licked her lips. “Even my mouth is wet for you.”
I clenched my jaw.
“Okay,” she said, slightly breathless. “Permission granted. Your move.”
I stepped between her thighs, desperate to control the urges she’d provoked in me, but I was so hard for her I couldn’t think straight. I dropped a hand to her cheek and dragged it back, gathering a clump of her hair in my fist. “Open your mouth for me.”
She did as I asked.
“Wider,” I said, laying one knee on the arm of the chair as I leaned it back. Then I slid my rock-hard cock past the most perfect lips I’d ever seen, deep into the prettiest mouth I’d ever wanted to know.
And when I hit the back of Margot’s throat, she moaned, causing me to swell even more for her as her mouth watered around me. And right when I was going to insist she keep touching herself, I felt her hands on the cheeks of my ass, felt her fingers dig into my flesh.
So I gave her everything I had.
Finally.