Page 12 of Bait

She laughs again, and I hear the small creek of her sitting on the side of his desk. Oliver’s body stiffens. Considering his cock is out, that he’s got a half-naked senior under his desk, and that hisbossis sitting right in front of him, I don’t blame him.

“Of my outfit!”

I scowl as I hear her stand again, and under the thin space between the bottom of the desk and the floor, I see her spotless running shoes dance in a little circle as she gives a little twirl.

Oliver clears his throat. “It’s great, Kelly.”

“Thanks! They just opened a twenty-four-hour gym in my building, so I’m going to start getting a workout in before bed every night. Top isn’t too tight, is it?”

I can practically hear her claws sliding out and into him, and my lips pull back in a snarl as I see red. She’scertainlyflirting, hard, and with what’smine.

Screw that.

I know it’s insane, and pushing itwaytoo far considering what would happen if she realized what all was hiding under the desk. But, the more she shamelessly flirts with him, the more I feel this possessive, fierceownershipof him. It’s like we’re animals out on the Savannah, and I need tomarkwhat’s mine. I reach out, and when my fingers slide over his still-hard cock, Oliver groans, loudly.

“You okay?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah…” he grunts, his hand dating under the desk to push mine away. But I don’t let him, not at all. I just keep stroking as I lean forward and let my breath tease over his thick head.

“You know, you should come join me some time.”

“Pardon?”

Ms. Lyne laughs flirtatiously again, which sets of my jealous, possessive rage again. Only this time, I know exactly how to channel it.

…I sink my mouth over Oliver’s big cock, and Isuck.

“My gym! You could come work out with me sometime.”

Bitch.

I suck even harder, swirling my tongue around his crown as I greedily slurp more of him into the back of my throat. I can feel him tensing, and I hear the barely contained grunt from his lips as his thick cock swells in my mouth. He reaches under the desk again, trying to push me away from him, but I knock his hands away as I hum quietly on his cock.

“Not that youneedto work out. I mean, thosearms, Oliver! What do you do? Crossfit?”

I take him even deeper, sucking on him so wetly as I stoke his shaft. He’smine, not hers. My bobbing lips move faster, quietly slurping up and down his thick cock as I tease him with my tongue. His hands try and push me away again, but at this point, I think he knows it’s a futile gesture.

I cantastemy own pussy on his head, from when he was teasing me with it before that bitch just barged right in. I moan quietly, stroking his cock with one hand, I bring the other one up to cup his full, heavy balls. Oliver clenches, and his hand under the desk no longer tries to push me away. Instead, he pushes it into my hair and tangles it there, giving me a thrill as I start to suck and bob even harder.

“I… uh, no,” he grunts. “No Crossfit, I just lift.”

“Well, it’s certainly working for you. Listen, Oliver, why don’t you pack it in? It’s late, and we can go grab that drink I keep asking you about.”

“What about the gym?”

She giggles, and I imagine her waving her hand flirtatiously, which only fuels me as I start to go totownon his cock.

“Oh, it can wait. Come on! The bar on first floor of my building has fantastic cocktails. You know that.”

Oliver grunts, clearing his throat.

“Maybe another time, Kelly,” he hisses, his cock swelling so big between my lips as his hand tangles in my hair. His hips move—barely, and basically undetectable from the other side of the desk, but the thrill of him fucking my little mouth has my pussy so wet that I can feel it trickling down my thighs.

Ms. Lyne is silent for a moment, but when she talks, her flirty tone isgone.

“Okay,” she says testily, “I mean, we had thatdrinkbefore, when you first started at Winchester.”

Green, envious rage burns through me, and I pull away from him, scowling at the thought of Oliver meeting up with the gorgeous and sultry Ms. Lyne for a drink, at the freaking bar in her goddamnbuilding. Them doing other things besides having a drink together seeps into my mind like poison, and my scowl deepens. But then, that possessive feeling comes roaring back into me, and without another poisonous thought, I drop my mouth back down onto his cock.

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