Chapter 19

Jacob

SIERRA LEANED over the table, her ample cleavage on display just above the bleached wood. Had she done that just to tease me? Little minx.

She began to pull up some files on the computer. I’d try to be more specific with you, but the truth is, I don’t know shit about computers. Like I said — I’m an outdoors guy. I leave the tech to the Silicon Valley nuts.

“All right,” she said, grinning at me as her slim fingers danced across the trackpad. “As much as I’d rather be doing other things, we do need to finalize your pitch.”

I ran a hand down her arched back, gently pulling her tucked T-shirt out of her jeans, and pushed my hand up over her now-bare spine.

“You sure?” I asked, trailing my hand up and down, feeling delighted when I felt her back arch further, as if becoming animated by my touch.

She groaned a little, but concentrated on the projection. Or at least did a remarkable impression of someone focusing on a projection. “Yeah… I think…”

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“I… I’m not,” she admitted.

But even as she said it, I could see her perfectionism kick in. “How about,” she bartered, “we work on it, just a bit. If we don’t, I won’t be able to enjoy my, ah, reward.”

I growled with frustration, but I also loved watching Sierra do her job, so I settled back into my chair with a grumble. If that was the tradeoff I had to make, so be it. Even delaying physical pleasure was worth it for the other, more emotional pleasure I got from seeing her work. She reminded me of the women from my youth, the ones in the ‘80s with the big shoulder pads and permed hair. I mean that in the absolute sexiest way possible.

“Okay, okay,” I agreed. “Let’s finish the presentation.”

Admittedly, I didn’t end up being much help with that. Every time she tried to so much as move the mouse or highlight a cell, I’d find a new way, a new place, to touch her — the back of the knee, the top of a foot, the nape of the neck. I couldn’t help myself — she was just so delicious when her mind was whirring. She sighed a little each time my fingers made contact, and I could feel her defenses dropping, her resistance waning.

“Jacob,” she pleaded. “We have to get through this.”

“Do we?” I asked, as I caressed her hip. “What if we just… didn’t?”

She looked at me like I was crazy. I explained, “The presentation looks okay. I’m not an expert, but it’ll get the job done. Besides, nobody cares about my pitch, I’m just the guy with the wood. They care about yours. I’m just a very small part of this project.”

“Don’t say that,” she murmured. “Though you are very much a guy with wood,” she added with a wink, eyes falling on my pants.

“But it’s true,” I insisted, dragging her back to my original point, tooth and nail. “We’re just timber. Pillers is the whole package.”

“You’re wrong. Framing is a big—”

“Let’s not argue,” I said, as I wrapped my hands around her waist, spinning her away from the presentation and towards me. “Let’s just fuck.”

Her blue eyes burned into my own, and I could see from the way her breath hitched on her lips that she wanted it as badly as I did. Far be it from me to distract a woman on the job but…

“Come on,” I begged. “You want this too.”

I took her hand off its perch on the table and laid it over the growing tent in my jeans. She sighed, and I pressed her small palm more firmly on the imprint left by my large cock. I wrapped her fingers around the outline, wondering if she could feel each throbbing ridge through my denim.

“Please,” I whispered. Then, I felt the truth bubbling onto my tongue. “If this is the… the last night we have together, let’s make it count.”

She locked eyes with me, and then before I could plead my case any further, had dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor.

“Is this where you want me?” she asked coyly.

“Yes,” I said as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

She moved her mouth closer, until it was mere inches from my cock. Even through the thick denim, I could feel her hot breath. “How about here?”

“Even better.”

Sierra’s lips progressed further towards my crotch, and I could feel electricity zap through my body as she touched down on my erection.

“How’s this?” she asked, her lips moving around my cock.

I took a deep breath and just managed to say, “If you touch me any more with my pants on, I’ll rip a hole in these jeans. And they’re the only jeans I brought, so I’d really appreciate if you didn’t force me to get out a sewing kit and repair them in these wee hours.”

She giggled. “You make a compelling argument.”

Apparently so, because she was unzipping my jeans, yanking them down to just past my ass, and delicately flipping over the hem of my white briefs, allowing my hard cock to present itself.

Her eyes went wide with excitement, and I felt an additional thrill race in my blood, further thickening my cock, causing it to leap up like an excited puppy.

“Wow,” she said. “You know, I’ve seen your dick before, but I never get used to it.”

I laughed. “Thanks, I think.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment,” she confirmed.

Sierra settled back on her knees and her eyes flew up to meet mine. She paused, then remarked, “It’s been a while since I’ve done this. Will you tell me if I’m doing it right?”

At that, I had to snort. Sierra had always been a master of giving head. But I didn’t want her to feel nervous, so I agreed. “Of course. But you turn me on so much, I’m not sure there’s a way you could do it wrong.”

She grinned, and without further hesitation, leaned closer to my crotch.

Her mouth fell first on my inner thigh, where her breath tickled the delicate, downy hairs that lay there. I sucked in air with anticipation — what would she touch next? As if in answer to my thoughts, she moved northerly, to the so-called ‘happy trail’ leading from my belly button to my loins. Her mouth followed it down, down, down, kissing my flesh until she was just above my dick.

I prepared mentally for her to touch my dick, but then Sierra teased me further by moving back down, towards my balls. She breathed on them, in and out, as if inhaling my smell, her lips so close they practically touched. I ached for her — every muscle in my body tensed with excitement. That devilish mouth then moved up the length of my cock, always hovering just out of reach, so close that if one of my muscles twitched, we’d make contact.

“Sierra,” I groaned. “If you keep teasing me like this, I’m gonna burst.”

She looked up at me again, her big blues sparkling with pleasure. “Good.”

I couldn’t help it anymore. “I’m gonna grab your head and put your mouth on my cock,” I warned. “You’re playing games with a desperate man.”

“So,” she said with a smile, “do it.”

No need to tell me twice. I wrapped my hand in her pile of blonde hair to steady her head and thrust my needy dick deep inside Sierra’s mouth, so far that I could feel myself going down her throat.

I groaned with pleasure, then bit down on my spare hand, remembering that we were still in a public area of the house, could still be caught at any moment.

But those thoughts quickly left my mind, which before I knew it, was subsumed with pleasure.

Sierra’s mouth suctioned around my cock and I plunged further into her eager mouth.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked as I panted, moving myself in and out of her. “Is this what you wanted, Sierra?”

She pulled her mouth off for just long enough to say in a ragged breath, “God, yes.”

Oh, I was done for. I moved back into her warm, inviting mouth, letting those beautiful pink lips wrap my cock. She’d only been on her knees for a matter of minutes, but already, I was nearing the edge — all that taunting had worked me up.

One, two, three. I thrust like we were the last two people on earth.

It wasn’t long before I said, “I’m gonna come, Sierra.”

Her lips tightened around my dick, and I knew what that meant — come in my mouth.

Fuck. Well, I didn’t need to be told twice. With one more final, desperate plunge, I felt waves of ecstasy crash through my body, felt each individual nerve shiver with newfound pleasure, and felt cum spraying out of me like a fire hydrant, shooting into the back of Sierra’s throat. She stayed in the same position, holding my legs for stability as my orgasm went on and on and on, longer than I’d known mine could go.

After what felt like minutes of sheer delight, I tilted my head back down to look at Sierra.

“Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” I murmured. “That was… incredible.”

“So I did it well?”

I laughed. “You did it perfectly.”

And I was about to say, ‘let’s get you cleaned up,’ when the handle of the door turned. My heart didn’t even have time to plummet into my stomach as the door flew open.

“Hey, I just came to—”

Joe stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the scene — Sierra, on her knees. Me, with my pants around my hips and my now drained cock hanging out.

Oh. Shit.