Page 82 of The Cask

Sex was always part of the plan, but that performance I’d just put on wasn’t. There was something about Omari Fortune that was so alluring that when I got too close, I forgot that he was my enemy. I forgot that no matter how much we had in common, how well we clicked, how intense our connection, he had to go.

My stomach knotted at the thought, but I shook it off.

I’d only been gone for a minute and when I returned to my office, Omari was waiting for me.

My eyes widened. “Oh wow.”

He was rock hard and ready to go. “That’s the same thing that runs through my mind every time I look at you,” he uttered as he approached me.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Flattery will get you nowhere with me.”

“This isn’t flattery.” He pressed his lips against my collarbone. “This is the truth.” He reached and grabbed my ass to pull me closer. “And as sexy as you look in this, I’m taking it off you so I can see”—he kissed along my clavicle — “and touch”—he licked up my neck— “and taste every inch of you.”

I moaned.

If there was one thing Omari Fortune knew how to do without fail it was getting a reaction out of me.

Once he stripped me, he stood before me and ogled me. I’d never felt as wanted or as sexy as I did under his gaze.

“Ebony,” he uttered before bringing his lips to mine. Feeling the sweet heat of his lips and knowing that I was finally going to feel his dick inside of me, nothing else mattered. My body curved into his. As he deepened the kiss, his tongue grazed mine, and I shivered with want.

“Do you know how sexy it is when you say my name?” I wrapped my hand around his dick and then squeezed gently. “The way you say my name has always done something to me.” The palm of my hand ran down his shaft.

He grabbed my face and kissed me softly. “God, I love your mouth.” He pulled away from my lips and started trailing kisses across my jawline, down my neck, and over my shoulder. “In more ways than one, I love your mouth, Ebony… but if you keep talking shit, you’re going to make me bend you over your desk and fuck the shit out of you.”

My skin tingled. “Yes. Say my name just like that when you fuck me.”

He groaned as he kissed the fleshiness of my breasts. “Ebony,” he rasped, just before capturing a nipple with his mouth.

I gasped. My head knocked into the wall as I savored the sensation of his warm mouth around my hard nipple. He swirled his tongue around until I cried out. Kissing his way to my other breast, he did the same thing and elicited the same result.

“Omari!” I put my hands on his shoulders to brace myself. He was making me weak.

He continued kissing down my belly until he was squatting in front of me. His hands roamed from my hips to my ankles as he stared at the apex of my thighs. When he looked up at me, he licked his lips. “Do you know how often I’ve thought about eating you since you came to my office?”

My stomach flipped.

“Every day?” I guessed breathily. “Because that’s how often I’ve thought about it.”

I could see the desire in his eyes as his chest heaved, looking up at me. “Good.” He licked his lips. “Hold on to the file cabinet.”

I put my hand on it. “Okay.”

He shifted his body and maneuvered his shoulder underneath my thigh. With my body pulled forward a bit, his face was in perfect position to eat me. “Are you holding on?” he asked.

Without waiting for me to respond, he flattened his tongue and licked the length of my slit.

My knees buckled. “Shit!” I grabbed his head for support but that only encouraged him.

His tongue strategically toyed with me and I immediately found myself rocking into his mouth. He hit a spot that caused both legs to shake and I almost collapsed.

But he didn’t let up.

“I won’t let you fall,” he whispered just before sucking my clit again.

My body hummed with desire and I felt like I was already on the brink of my orgasm. Holding his head, I rubbed my pussy over his lips and the visual of him hungrily devouring me was too much to handle. He licked and flicked and sucked his way to my pleasure center and I came hard.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I repeated as I rode the wave against his perfect face.

---