TWENTY-ONE
GRAHAM
She must not think I heard her loud and clear the first time. She gets up. Sauntering over to my desk like she’s a fucking Bond girl, she splays her hands flat on the mahogany and leans down, giving me a front row seat to the magnificence that are her tits in a white sweater. Her single strand of pearls dangles right in my face. If she only knew what those pearls did to me and my cock.
“Fuck me,” she repeats slowly.
Does she have any idea what she’s asking me to do?
“Why?” I demand, furious at my dick for wanting this woman so much to bring her here. I had planned to get her hot and wet and send her away again, but then she’d turned the tables on me. “Why do you want me to?”
She blinks. “Because you started something and refused to finish.”
“Or is it because I’m all you’ve thought about for days? Or because you’ve gone to bed every night since then with two fingers pounding your pussy and my name on your tongue?” I demand. She licks her lips—the telltale sign that she’s probably already ordered a vibrator or two— and I crook my finger at her. “Come around here.”
My dick gets hard just watching her walk around my desk to stand before me. She looks perfectly put together in black pumps, a red skirt that reaches her knees, and that white sweater that hugs her full breasts like a second skin. Christ, I’d love to have my cock between them.
“On your knees, dove.”
She opens and closes her mouth like she’s about to argue. Then, biting those beautiful lips, she kneels in front of me, her back straight. Framing her face in my hands, I watch as she closes her eyes and sighs. I want her. Not because she’s a game or because I want to fuck her shithead father over for what he’d done nine years ago.
I want Elle because my body craves her.
I need to fix this situation fast.
“I was going to wait until tomorrow night to call you,” I tell her, brushing my thumbs over her high cheekbones. She turns her face into my right hand, landing a trembling kiss on my palm. My fingers spasm, but she doesn’t notice. “I was going to make you wait.”
Her eyes open, and she frowns. “Why would you do that to me?”
Punishment. I’d wanted to retaliate for what she’d done to me when she left New York. Only, I’d caved the second I saw her on the sidewalk and decided that one day early wouldn’t make a difference.
I can see now how fucking stupid that decision was.
She continues to stare up at me, looking like a lost lamb, so I cup the nape of her neck. Her black hair spills out of its loose knot. I like it better like this. Like the idea of pulling Elle’s strings while my cock fills her sweet mouth.
“Undo my zipper,” I say, leaning back in my chair and gathering a handful of her hair. Blue eyes wide, she glances from the zipper to my face, her mouth opening slowly once she realizes that I’m RSVP-ing to her empty invitation to fuck her.
“The zipper,” I reiterate.
She follows my direction with shaky fingers, pulling down my zipper and unhooking the button of my gray pants. Hesitantly, she parts the fabric and looks up at me questioningly.
“Do you want me to...” She takes a deep breath. “Should I...” I push my boxers aside so that my cock springs up centimeters from her glossy lips. She swallows hard. “It’s huge,” she says flatly.
“On what fucking planet is that a bad thing?” Gripping her hair, I guide her mouth down. I pause, stopping her before she wraps her mouth around the thick head of my erection, and tilt her face up to mine. “You’re full of shit.”
She flinches. “Why is that?”
“For all the shit you talk, the prude shines right through the moment there’s a dick in your face. If I’d known you were an oral virgin, I would have—”
“Kiss my ass, Senator Delaney,” she hisses, just before thrusting my cock deep into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, choking her. She buries her fingers in my thighs and holds herself there for a moment.
Holy fucking shit.
She’s deep throating me.
Elle with her frumpy-ass sweaters and her skin that flushes at the slightest sexual suggestion is on her knees in front of me, deep throating me like a champ.
“Easy,” I warn, drawing her head back.
She responds with a ragged moan and does the exact same thing again, taking as much of my dick as possible until she’s gasping for air. Our gazes lock. Her blue eyes are wild and sexy as she bobs her head up and down, fucking me hard and fast with her tongue, sucking so hungrily that I have to pull her head back again so I won’t blow my load.
“If you don’t stop I’m going to send you out of here with a red ass, Elle,” I growl.
She nods her head in understanding and muffles something that sounds like a yes before devouring my cock. She’s good at this. Fuck, she’s amazing. She has one hand stroking my balls and the other jerking me off while she greedily licks the head of my dick.
“You’re too goddamn good,” I groan.
She traces her tongue greedily down my shaft and looks up at me with eyes so innocent I nearly turn her over my desk and fuck her bare. “On what planet is that a bad thing?” she demands, twisting my own words against me between deliberate strokes of her tongue.
“The one where I can’t stand the thought of you sucking another man off like this.” Shit. The moment I tell her that I regret it because her blue eyes darken. Sadly, it’s true—I don’t want to think of her mouth on another motherfucker’s cock.
Tightening my hold on her hair and grabbing her pearls in the other hand, I lean against the desk. She takes this as a request for more, crashing her mouth against me, driving me into the back of her throat over and over.
“Fuck,” I growl.
She leans away, using the slickness left from her tongue and her hands to drive me to the brink of insanity. I look down at the sight of her on her knees. Take in her flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, and beautiful features. Eleanor Courtney is perfect, and once again, I forget why I approached her. I forget that I planned to use her to make myself feel better. And then I kick myself for being a fucking fool.
Pulling her to me by her hair and pearls, I thrust my cock between her lips, and she accepts me greedily. “That’s it, beautiful,” I tell her. “Just like that.”
She tries to say something, but it results in a vibrating hum that finally pushes me over the edge. Pumping into her three final times, I grit my teeth to hold back the roar in my throat and come in her mouth.
Then, my beautiful, prude, lip-licking Elle offers me one final surprise.
She swallows.