Chapter 17
Whitt
I pushed her back down to her knees, and she glared up into my eyes as she took me into her mouth. Her plump lips kissed my head, and her tongue snaked out to tongue my slit. I closed my head and rolled my head back. She had such a perfect mouth, and it looked amazing stretched out with my cock in it.
I rocked my hips, and she strained against her restraints which were behind her back. “Just the mouth this time, Gemma. No hands allowed.” She leaned into me and bobbed her head, working my cock nice and fast then she pulled off, rubbing her face around it, then she took it back into her mouth and pushed herself down, taking it into her throat so far, the rim of my head popped past her tonsils with an audible sound.
I gripped her head and held her close; then I eased deeper until she turned red-faced and teary eyed. “That’s a girl. Take it deep. Swallow that cock.” She took it as a literal invite and swallowed around my cock, and it pulled it a bit deeper into her throat. Then she spasmed, gagging on it.
She was so perfect, and I wanted her so bad, but I’d made up my mind after today’s antics that we needed one last farewell fuck and it would be done. For good. But she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
I pulled her up and pushed her back across the desk and thrust back into her sopping wet channel. I had hoped if she saw how harsh I could be, she’d be turned off, but so far, she seemed to like it rough and raunchy. A slut of my creation. I hadn’t planned to fuck her again, but I just couldn’t be around her and not have sex on the brain.
If all she wanted was a quick slap and tickle at the office, I could handle it, but Gemma wanted more. More only led to trouble.
She’d been using Dax against me and the incident with the coffee the other day had really ruffled my feathers. She’d been a little brat since, and it was far time she learned her lesson.
She moaned as I worked her, and I reached down and rubbed her little bud, giving her a bit of the pleasure she’d tried to take on her own.
She went crazy, writhing beneath me, and her legs came around me, pulling me in closer. “Fuck me, harder. Please.”
I was just about to lift her up against me and fuck her standing up when the phone rang.
I put my hand over her mouth and answered the phone with a breathless voice. “Whitt Porter.”
“Hey, Whitt. It’s Ashley.” Hearing Ashley’s voice made my cock jump. I’d been seeing her for a while before Gemma came along, but only on random hookups. We were never anything serious, though I had a feeling she’d wanted to be.
“If you’re not busy, I thought I’d come down to your office and discuss the new site and a few of my visions.”
“That’d be great.” As much as I wanted to spend the rest of my day inside Gemma, I had to get back to work, and Ashley was the perfect distraction. Maybe she’d even help me put Gemma in her place.
If she saw me with another woman, then maybe she’d see we aren’t meant to be together or at the very least hate me. She wasn’t taking my hints and if I couldn’t keep myself from fucking her, she never would.
“Awesome. I’ll be there in a half hour.” She laughed softly. “I can’t wait to see you; it’s been too long.” It had only been a couple of weeks, but so much had happened that it felt like longer.
“That’s perfect.” I hung up the phone and thrust deep into Gemma.
“Who was that?”
“A friend and employee, and she’s on her way.”
“Did you fuck her too? Like you did Mary.” She must have heard about Mary or guessed, did I tell her? Anyway, I didn’t want to shove Ashley in her face.
“She’s an employee, Gemma.”
“So am I.” She ground herself against me, clenching her tight walls to milk me.
“And I’m serious. This is the last time this happens. I won’t have you sassing me. Are we clear? And stay away from my friend.”
“You’re horrible at convincing me we’re done.” There was that smart tone. And as much as I wanted to keep fucking her, I knew I had to go. I had to stop this, to get as far away from her as I could.
My cock swelled as my balls ached and my come shot out, pouring into her in hot spurts. I stayed inside her and took the stocking she’d had in her mouth and rolled it up. And when I pulled out of her gaping hole, I stuffed it inside and met her eyes. “There’s a little something to remember me by.” I hoped that vulgarity had sealed the deal.
She lifted her chin defiantly. “You’ll miss me.” She stood up and took off her shoes, pulling the ripped pantyhose from her feet and then straightened her skirt and her ripped blouse.
Gemma was gone from her desk when Ashley arrived a half hour later, and I’d straightened up my desk and my clothes when she strolled in and shook my hand.
“You look great, Whitt.” She said with a big smile. Ashley Cramer was a smart-looking brunette with big doe eyes and legs that didn’t quit. She had a kind smile and about ten pounds on Gemma, but it was all in the right places.
“You look beautiful as always. What’s good?” She opened up her portfolio and pulled out an electronic tablet.
“I want to show you what I’ve been working on. I’m not impressed with some of the resort's architecture, to be quite honest and I feel that if we’re renovating, let’s really go all out. We could reface the façades to give it a more updated look.” She brought up an image, and I really loved the idea.
I walked around my desk and sat next to her, and she flipped through several images showing me the façade and the rest of the structure and how it would all connect to the new.
“You’re really doing amazing work, Ashley. I can’t wait to see what you come up with for the interior.”
“I’m not happy with some of the merchandise at the shops your last designer used. I know you wanted to use places you had accounts with, but they’re a little dated.” She winced as if she hated to tell me. “I could see if I could save us some money elsewhere. I have a few places in mind.”
“Hey, anything you can do to sweeten the pot, just makes it better for us in the long run.” I gave her a reassuring pat on the back and left my arm around behind her.
“Well, if you’re talking about sweetening the pot, you can do that by seeing me again. It’s been a long time.” She placed her hand on mine and smiled. I closed my other hand over hers and gave it a pat.
She wanted a relationship, and I knew it, but I wasn’t the committing type. I did, however, need a reason for Gemma to move on, and maybe this was the perfect opportunity. “I’d like that.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Nothing too deep, of course, but more time together would do us both some good and we do have fun.” She slid her arm around me and leaned in for a kiss, and as I met her lips, all I could think about was Gemma. It only made me more positive that this was what I had to do.
“So when can I see you away from this place?” She looked at me with hopeful eyes.
“Is tomorrow too soon?” I smiled, and she leaned in for another kiss.
“That’s perfect.” I walked her out, and Gemma’s eyes widened. She busied herself as I said goodbye to Ashley and she kissed my cheek. I glanced over to see Gemma’s face red with anger, and her eyes were puffy as if she wanted to cry.
I waited for Ashley to be down the hall and then turned around to Gemma. “It’s not what it looks like.” I knew damned well it was and I let out a long breath and went back to my office. She came in minutes later to finish the plants, but she didn’t speak as I took phone calls and prepared for my weekend.