I see Felicity twice over the next five days, and my dick starts to despise me for this game of tease and denial. When Callista calls, I have Elaine, my secretary, tell her I’m out of town. I don’t want to fuck another woman while I’m waiting for Flick. I want green eyes, perky tits, and that perfect ass I’ve fantasized about pounding until she’s slick and speaking languages she never knew existed. No other body—no other woman—will do. I haven’t felt this way about someone since my ex-wife, Jessica. She’d demanded and needed until I couldn’t do it anymore, but I had still wanted her even after she took off to be with the old bastard she’s with now.

Flick is different, though. She’s selfless and sweet, the kind of woman who wants to give, not take. I can imagine putting babies in her belly. Waking up every morning to her little smile and her open legs as she invites me in.

Fuck, what am I thinking? A couple of weeks without getting my dick wet and I’m imagining matrimony with a college girl and a house full of kids.

Focusing my attention on the memory of her body, my cock is in my hand beneath my desk when my secretary pokes her head in my office eight days after the end of the auction.

“Mr. Cade—”

“What?” I snarl. My mood is in the shitter because my balls are full. I thought she would’ve given in by now, but Flick doesn’t like to go down without a fight. It drives me crazy. It makes me want her twice as much. Brings me back to those unwanted thoughts that are dangerous.

“Felicity York is here to speak with you,” Elaine announces hesitantly, lowering her eyes to the floor. “Should I tell her you’re away like you had me tell Callista?”

I really am going out of town on business—I’m leaving for New York tonight—but there’s no way in hell I’m taking off without seeing Felicity. “Send her in. And Elaine?” She peers around the edge of the door. “I apologize for being short.”

She’d worked for my father before I took over, and it’s common knowledge he treated her—and all the other women on his staff—like shit unless they were on his fuck list. And if they were on his fuck list and he succeeded, he treated them even worse. I don’t want to be anything like that bastard. Besides, it’s not Elaine’s fault I’m so un-fucked I’m starting to see Flick in a new light and jacking off under my desk.

Elaine smiles. “It’s okay, Mr. Cade. I understand you’re stressed.”

If only she knew. The source of my stress struts into my office a minute or two later, looking prim and virginal in a bright yellow sundress. “Close that behind you,” I order, and she complies, shutting the door before she perches herself in the chair in front of my desk “To what do I owe this … pleasure?”

“I came to give you this.” She reaches into the side of her bag and withdraws a folded envelope. I open it to find a cashier’s check for $20 thousand. “I believe that settles my father’s debt. It’s been over a week since we … since you placed the winning bid.”

She sounds a little too smug pointing out her precious V-card is still intact and she’s proven me wrong by not begging me to take it yet. “I see the money cleared.” Her cheeks flush the sexiest shade of pink as she nods and licks her lips. My poor dick can’t stand the pressure, and I readjust myself. “I’ll get my attorney to work on the deed while I’m gone.”

Confusion knits her beautiful brow. “You’re going away?”

“Don’t look so sad, Little Flick. I promise I’ll always come back.” I doubt anything can keep me away from her at this point. Getting up, I walk around to her side of the desk. She starts to say something, but then she zeroes in on my cock bulging in my pants. “Don’t look so shocked. I was thinking about you, sweet.”

“About me?” she stutters. I nod slowly, taking her hand and pressing it against my hard length. I work her fingers up and down my shaft through my pants, clenching my jaw because her touch is a disaster waiting to happen. My patience is so thin and her fingers are so hesitant. “When will you be back?” she asks breathlessly.

“Saturday afternoon.” Tugging on my zipper, I guide her hand into my boxers. She shivers from head to toe as our skin connects, but I keep my expression stony. “Will you think about me the two days I’m gone?”

Sucking her lip between her teeth, she nods.

“Will you touch that perfect pink cunt for me while I’m away.”

She whimpers, closes her eyes, then nods again.

“Will you think about the way I taste?” I demand, and her eyes fly open.

“I’ve never tasted your… I…” She’s so deliciously flustered that it’s a wonder I don’t blow my load all over her hand right now. After holding out on me in spite of all the times I’ve made her come, she deserves to be the one to clean up the mess.

“Get on your knees, Felicity,” I command, making her eyes widen. “Open your mouth. Let me hear you moan my name a new way.”

Swallowing hard, she slowly slips out of her chair and onto her knees. I jerk my pants around my knees. My cock springs out, inches from her lips, and she stares between it and my face, her green eyes stunned. “Should I… Do you want me to…”

“You should.” I nudge the head of my dick against her lips, and she gasps, blowing me with a nervous breath. “I do.”

“I don’t think I’ll be very good at this,” she whispers. “I’m not very good at this, Jackson.”

Jealousy streaks through me. So, the ex-boyfriend was not only stupid, he was a selfish prick. He let her suck his dick and gave her nothing in return. “That’s okay.” I stroke her cheek with my knuckle. “You’ll catch on. Just … touch me.”

“Like this?” Her green eyes unsure, she trails her fingers carefully down the length of my cock. I wrap my hand around hers, guiding her to the head, and her chest heaves as I smear her fingers through my pre-cum.

“Just. Like. That,” I groan and move my hand from hers.

Her brow knitted in determination, she slides her hand up and down my cock, her shyness fading a little more with every stroke. “What do you want me to do?” She looks up at me for approval and her eagerness to please me gets me harder. “Please…”

“Put your lips around it, beautiful.” I hold the back of her head, easing her down. Her hot mouth closes around the tip of my cock, and I involuntarily jerk forward. Fuck, she’s incredible. She could just lick the head and it will still make me go insane. “Deeper,” I urge.

Fluttering her lashes, she nods compliantly, hollowing her cheeks the further down my shaft her head goes. “That’s it, Flick. That feels so good and hot. Give me your hand, sweet. Let me show you what I want.”

“Mmmhmm.” She lifts her palm to me so I use my free hand to steer her touch to my balls. I suck in a tight breath as she feathers her fingers over me.

“Don’t be so gentle, love,” I rasp, so she strokes me with more force, tugging one, then the other in her small hand. “Fucking Christ, Felicity!”

She flinches and pulls her mouth off my cock. “What, I—”

“Don’t fucking stop!”

Wearing a little grin, she bobs her head compliantly, then races her tongue along the underside of my shaft. “Like this?” she questions. I groan my approval and she glides her pretty pink lips back down my throbbing dick. She uses one hand to work my balls, squeezing slightly, weighing them in her palm, and the other to follow the same path her mouth takes on my dick. Every other minute, she goes deeper and faster, her tongue wrapping around me like this is the cock-sucking Olympics and she’s going for gold.

If she is, she wins. Every. Last. Fucking. Medal.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her, gripping one hand around the edge of the desk behind me.

“What—” she starts, but I grasp the back of her hair, urging her to take more of me. To take it all. She moans and the vibration of her mouth almost pushes me over the edge. Her mouth is so wet and hot; I swear I’m tempted to make her come with me to New York just so I can introduce her to the Mile-High-Mouth Club. She draws away again only for me to push back in.

“What should I do?” she manages through a mouthful.

I wrap my hand around her hair and tilt her head back so that we’re eye to eye, the sound of her mouth loosening its grip on my cock a loud slurp.

“Are you on the pill?” I demand.

Her eyes bulge, but she moves her head up and down. “Yes, I’ve been taking it for the last—” She gasps when I pick her up and plant her on my desk. I don’t care how long she’s been taking it—I don’t want to think about her preparing herself for another man—but I do want to make sure she’s protected. Flailing, she knocks a stack of paperwork to the floor along with the check she just presented to me, but I could give a fuck less. I’m more concerned with her.

Scooting her yellow sundress around her hips, I admire her tiny pink panties—complete with a little white bow in the center—then I rip them down the middle. “I want you to feel me come.”

“Now?” she squeaks as I position her at the edge of the desk and wrap her legs around my waist.

“Put your hand around me, Little Flick.” Her lips tremble as she does. “Help me come,” I pant, pinching her clit between my fingers. She’s already soaked and ready. It doesn’t take long to bring her to a climax. Her fingers slacken around my cock, so I take it in my other hand, stroking roughly from shaft to head as her soft whimpers fill the room.

“When I’m gone—when you’re touching yourself and moaning my name—I want you to remember this.”

Her eyes are half-closed, but she still shouts out in shock as I let out an animalistic roar and release my seed all over her perfect slit. I rub my cock over her, smearing myself in with her juices, and she releases a nervous cry when I probe her opening.

“Oh god, Jackson!”

“I’m still not going to fuck you today,” I say through clenched teeth. Though I want to. She’s so tight and her pussy is practically sucking me in with every pulse of her climax. If I take her here, though, on this desk, she’ll never forgive me. She’ll come and she’ll like it but she won’t get over losing her virginity in the middle of my office. And since I plan to enjoy Felicity York for a long time yet, I want her happy.

Pulling her dress back in place, I help her off my desk, kissing her hard as she mumbles something about her thighs being wet. “I’m glad your thighs are wet,” I admit and stroke her flushed cheeks. I cover her mouth with my own again once she starts to whimper about ripped panties. “You should get used to it. Because when I get back from New York, there won’t be a goddamn thing in this world that will keep me from taking what belongs to me.”

* * *

Before I leave for New York, I make a few quick stops to send a care package to Felicity. I’ve noticed her dinosaur of a cell phone, and if I have to be away from her for two days, I at least want to see her. It’s after midnight her time when I video call the new phone. I’m almost worried she’s not going to answer, but then she does, rubbing sleepily at her eyes.

“Aren’t you tired?” she yawns. I hear her bed squeak as she moves around and then a faint light illuminates her small bed. The white tank top she has on is so flimsy her dusky pink nipples are visible. Realizing I’m ogling her tits, she tilts the phone to her face, and I grin as two red patches color her cheeks. “It’s after one in New York.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can.”

“I was thinking about you. I see you received the phone.” When she presses her lips together demurely and thanks me, I lift my eyebrow. I know for a fact that wasn’t the only gift in that box because I had packed it myself. “Was the box tampered with?” I drawl. “Or is there something else you’re neglecting to mention?”

Her cheeks turn redder, and she glances away from the screen for a moment to catch her breath. “I got the … toy,” she whispers coyly. “And the lube.”

“And the letter?” I demand.

“Yes. I received the letter.”

The letter was short but explicit, detailing all the ways I wanted her to get off while I’m away, and all the ways I’m going to get her off when I come home. I told her we wouldn’t need a vibrating toy since my cock and tongue will take very good care of her.

She closes her eyes, and I can tell she’s recalling every word because she pushes out a shaky breath.

“And do you know why I sent you those things? The phone?” I ask, pushing my hand down in my boxers and jerking my cock until it’s rock hard. She opens her eyes, licks her lips and shrugs. “Because I want to see you come.”

“What?”

“You heard me, sweet. I want to see that little pink cunt quiver and cream. Right. Now.”

Her eyes dart around wildly then she hisses, “My roommate is in the other room with her boyfriend.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck?”

“He’s friends with my ex!” She shouldn’t have told me that because now I’ve even more reason to make her get off with my voice guiding her. I want her ex-boyfriend to know she’s seeing someone. That there’s another man eating her cunt and getting his dick sucked by her. I want him to know she’s mine and that there’s not a damn thing he can do to change that.

“I’m waiting, Felicity,” I say sternly.

Her shoulders slump. “I’ve never done anything like this on camera, Jackson. I’ve never—”

“There’s a first time for everything. And tonight, you’ll get off on camera for me. I’m not going to disconnect this call until I’ve heard, and seen, you come.”

Sucking in her cheeks, she sighs. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“Never. Now, pull out the vibrator. Let me show you what I can give you.” She starts to protest but then she snaps her mouth shut. She doesn’t even have to leave the bed to follow through on what I’ve asked her to do. She narrows her eyes to slits as I point out that my sweet Little Flick likes to keep her pleasures close and ready.

Resting her back against her pillows, she holds the tiny blue bullet up where I can see it. I’d picked that particular toy with a specific purpose in mind—I didn’t want anything inside her pussy but myself—but I also know how sensitive her clit is. How it seems to vibrate on its own if I touch it just the right way.

She swipes her tongue over her lips and clears her throat. “You just want to watch my face while I use it?”

“Something like that,” I drawl. “Turn it on.”

She does, startling when it comes to life in her small fingers. Avoiding my gaze, she switches it to the lowest setting then breathlessly asks, “What now?”

“Push your panties to the side, Flick.” I hear her mattress squeak, and when she looks at me expectantly, I say, “Rub it over your clit. Slow circles.”

Her mouth parts in a silent O as she complies. The camera shakes, and I smirk because I know it won’t be long until she’s unable to hold the damn thing. “Like this?” she murmurs.

“Just like that, my sweet girl.” I work my hand over my dick. “Now … let me see you.”

“You are seeing me,” she half-pants, half-moans.

“Not your face, sweet. Let me see your pussy.”

My request catches her off guard, but once again, she doesn’t argue. She switches the camera view, giving me a clear view of her smooth thighs, her white panties shoved to the side, and her fingers working the little blue bulb around her clit.

“Turn it up higher, Flick.” I stroke my cock faster. “I want you to come on full speed.”

She clicks the end of the vibrator, and her hips come off her bed as the toy goes from a steady hum to a deafening buzz. She’s so beautiful and pink that I swear I can smell her intoxicating vanilla scent instead of the bleach on the hotel sheets.

“Do you want to see me?” I demand.

The screen fills with the sight of her face—all flushed with her hair clinging to her cheeks—and she tentatively nods her head. “Yes … please.”

I show her what I’m doing, squeezing and stroking my cock and wishing it were her cunt instead. She lets out short breaths, a low groan, then she repeats.

“Oh god, Jackson, I think… I think…”

“Come, Felicity. I want to hear you come. Don’t bury your face in your fucking pillows. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“I will. I—” She chokes on a gasp and then she’s rasping my name. She’s saying, “More. I want more.”

Me too, but I settle on the sound of her voice. It drives me over the edge, seizing my body as hot cum spurts over my fist. Two sleeps. In two sleeps, this will be her body. Her mouth and her cunt.

If I could speed up time, I would without a second thought just to get back to her quicker.