Chapter 6
Kellan
I made short work of her skirt, my big hands caressing the feminine curves of her generous hips before inching down the sides of her thighs. She trembled beneath my touch, still locked to my lips as she stepped out of her skirt, puddled around her ankles.
Her blouse was next, my own hands trembling with desire as I took my time. I’d wanted this since the minute I saw her, hunched over her computer earlier that afternoon, clueless to my presence as I admired her soft, feminine beauty.
The long dry spell I’d endured between jobs had left me vulnerable to her charms and now, a prisoner of desire. Her blouse opened, I disengaged from her lips to drag it off her shoulders and it too, joined her skirt on the floor. Her bra was black and sheer, her nipples were pressed tight against the black lace and they stiffened beneath my touch.
“Jesus,” I murmured, almost to myself as she shivered with delight. “I could come just from touching you.”
Her voice was hoarse, little more than a croak. “You and me both, Kellan.”
“But I want to do more than touch you,” I confessed, quickly snapping the front clasp of her bra to reveal the perky, stiff peaks of her small, firm breasts. “I want to taste you,” I said, dragging the bra down her arms as I reached forward to lick, then suck, her hardening nipples.
“All of you,” I growled, sinking to my knees and pressing her firm, ripe rump down on the armrest of the nearest chair. She let out a gasp as, immediately, I pressed my hungry, wet lips against the soft skin of her belly. It trembled as I pressed down, kissing in a small circle around her belly button. She murmured, chuckled, moaned, and sighed, her hands gripped the armrests on both sides of her.
I could smell her fragrant bouquet even before I moved lower, pressing my lips against the front of her sheer black panties. I could taste her desire along the thick, unruly thatch of her ginger pubes, my big hands sliding on either side of her waist to drag her panties down and, quickly, off.
“Kellan!” She clenched her knees, her mouth a big, round “O” shape before she scolded me. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
I placed a hand on each knee and gently pushed her thighs apart without my gaze ever leaving her eyes. “What I’ve wanted to do ever since I walked in here today, Carla.”
“Which is?” she asked, relenting and letting him spread her legs wide so he could see the glistening dew on the inside of each thigh, to say nothing of her wet, fragrant ginger mound.
“Eat your sweet, delicious pussy until you scream out in ecstasy!”
I ignored her gasp of surprise and slid closer, peppering the inside of each thigh with thick, burning kisses that grew more urgent the closer I got to her pink, wet pussy. I wasted little time in letting my tongue do the talking. First, I licked the glossy mist from her satiny labia, circling her once, then twice, rasping the tip of my tongue over her swollen clit with each fervent passing.
The longer I teased, the greedier she became, spreading her legs wider, inching closer to my face until, at last—she began to grind suggestively each time my lips lingered on her growing, throbbing clit.
I grew bolder with each squeal, lapping at her liquor. She wrapped her thighs around my ears, they were wet and sticky like the rest of her. She wasn’t like the other, mostly young, mostly bitchy, models that I’d slept with. They treated oral sex—both giving and receiving—like a chore. Even sex for them, was something to be endured, pouting and verbal, like something they’d seen in online porn.
Not Carla. Her aroma was sweet, her nectar free-flowing, and her clit throbbed as if she’d just plugged it in. When she came the first time I was unprepared for the massive tremor that ravaged her body—her thighs tightened around my ears, and volcanic heat rushing from her pink, glossy pussy filled my mouth instantly.
Her murmurs grew incoherent as I gently pried her thighs loose and went back to work. She’d given up all pretenses of fighting it by then, instead leaning into me, wanting it, needing it, almost greedy for it. Sensing I had her right where I wanted her, I gave her one last lingering kiss, then lick, then rasping of my tongue before she came once more.
Gently, tenderly, my lips wet with her juices and my tongue tender with desire, I leaned back and admired the view. She was sweaty, wanton, her eyes glazed over as her thighs continued to tremble with her latest orgasm.
“Now aren’t you glad you hired me?” I teased, admiring the way she ground against the armrest, as if half a dozen orgasms couldn’t possibly be enough.
“I will be,” she said, crooking a finger as I instinctively stood. “Once I taste that fat cock!”
Carla stripped me—there was no other word for it. Yanking my shirt open and tugging on my belt. She nearly broke the zipper on my pants and drug my boxer briefs down until they sat, mid-thigh, locking me in place. I was hard—rock hard—and wet, almost as wet as she was after the luscious feast she’d given me.
“You iced it for me,” she murmured, showing some sass as she reached out, grabbed it and drew me closer. I shivered, admiring the way she seemed to worship my glistening staff, tenderly caressing it, as if seeing one for the first time. “It’s as beautiful as the rest of you,” she said to herself, before sliding her tongue along the tip as I shivered again.
She spoke no more but, like me, quietly got to work. I stood, silently as well, my hands on my hips, watching the way her full lips enrobed the tip, the sight of that pretty mouth and her sexy green eyes almost as overwhelming as the worshipping, adoring heat that wrapped around my veiny cock.
And then, deeper, and deeper, Carla took me in. Her fingers gripped my hips as I felt her struggle, then relent, relax, then slide more of me in, a tender, calculated way that left me trembling with desire that suddenly washed over me.
She seemed to sense my uprising and her fingers dug into my hips, her face clinging tightly to my glistening cock as rhythmically, I began to thrust in and out of her tight, wet lips. She seemed to sense that this would be it for the night, a feast of flesh for our first time, and embraced it with her entire mouth.
I’d never felt anything so hot, wet, and tight before, and from the way Carla leaned into it, she had never given head so energetically before. I felt her tremble with desire even as I began to quake with the force of my approaching climax.
“I…I…” I stammered and, saucily, she slid me from her mouth and stroked me, lazily, pointing the down stroke of my long, curved cock at her breasts. Seeing them glowing with sweat and pale in the moonlight from the atrium outside made me come almost immediately, gushing bursts of cream that iced her pale skin with a glossy drizzle and made her gasp and beam with delight.
I was spent, my legs trembled as I turned and sat on the chair, sliding her onto my lap. She kissed me. Hard and wet—and not all of it from her own mouth, my own taste musky on her lips as I sank deeper into the leather chair.
“Do you reward all your new employees this way?” I purred, thinking nothing of it as I nuzzled her neck, fragrant with some exotic perfume.
Stiffening, she stood abruptly and reached for her clothes. “That reminds me,” she said, distractedly, avoiding my eyes as she dressed. “I…we…have a long day tomorrow. I’ll, uh…freshen up if you could show yourself out?”
I sat, blinking, and realized I’d just been dismissed. I was almost grateful that Carla wasn’t the needy, clingy type, although even I was used to more than a quick “suck and so long”!
She quickly disappeared into her office bathroom, shut the door and with the light streaming beneath it, I stood—my knees still weak from orgasm—put on my clothes and left.
The air outside was sticky and damp—to match my skin, and dark—to match my mood.