Page 42 of No, For An Answer
“I figured you might need some help. So, I used my initiative.” Moving her hands behind her, she rests her palms on my desk, hoisting herself on top. “To which I figured, you could now use yours.”
Spreading her legs wide, showing me the lack of fabric covering her perfect little pussy. My mouth waters as she looks down at me. I pull off her sandals, one by one, dropping them to the floor with a clunk.
“You did so good for me. Without me even having to ask.” Sucking in her bottom lip she softly bites down on the plump, pink flesh. “Place both feet on the edge of the desk for me.” Complying with what she’s told, I watch as her lips glisten with her arousal. Rolling my chair closer to her, she leans back on her elbows, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Eyes on me while I eat you out, love,” I breathe, watching her as I flick my tongue out against her clit, her breath hitching the moment I make contact with the throbbing nub.
Closing my eyes, I relish the taste of her against my tongue. “Fucking perfect.” Flattening my tongue against my lower lip, I move in closer and glide it from her entrance all the way back up to her clit with a flick. Her head falls back between her shoulder’s, and she moans with joy.
Never did I think that I’d have a young woman like this in my office again. I have this perfect nineteen-year-old spread out for me. Mine to do with as I wish. And the only thing she asks me for, is my cock.
“Oh my god.” Her breathing becomes erratic as I work my tongue up and down her tight slit. Swirling and sucking in all the right places to drive her insane. Using both my thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart, I poke out my tongue and press it into her entrance. “Fuck,” she hums softly. Learning from her past mistakes. Now in clear understanding of when she can be loud and when she needs to be quiet.
“That’s my good girl,” I mumble against her, the smell of her soaking wet cunt driving me insane. The gentle and fruity scent of her coconut and vanilla body wash encouraging me to stay where I am and pushing all the blood into the correct spot. Pressing a single digit inside her, her hand smacks against her mouth and muffles the scream.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ashley, you taste so good.” I continue to eat her out while unzipping my jeans and removing my rock-hard cock, pumping it in my hands a few times before standing up and leaning over her. I capture her lips against mine. Forcing her to taste herself.
She grasps the back of my neck, groaning into my mouth the moment I begin to push the tip of my cock into her dripping wet hole.
“Remember what I said sweet girl. Quiet… as a mouse.” Nodding against my mouth, she circles her legs around my waist. Crossing them together at the ankles. I push forward, giving her every single inch at a torturously slow pace. “You’re so good at taking my cock, love,” I groan the moment I begin to thrust in and out. Every time I pull out, she sucks me right back in with a sound reverberating from her throat that makes me want to obliterate her.
This isn’t about that this time; this is about her. Every previous time we’ve had sex in this office, it’s been about me getting what I want, what I need, and she has gladly taken it every time.
Fuck, she drives me wild.
“Nathan,” she purrs, dropping her head back and I begin to kiss her throat. “I… can I?” Her chest rising and falling as she begins to tighten up around me. Her breathing erratic and the skin on her cheeks a pretty shade of pink
“Can you what, sweet girl? Tell me.”
“Please can I come?” She begs softly as my thrusting becomes faster, deeper. Pushing her to the edge of oblivion. I wrap myhand around her waist, pulling her close to me as I rest my other palm on the desk beside hers.
“Eyes on me, my girl,” I request in a demanding yet delicate tone. Raising her head, Ashley presses her forehead to mine.
Her mouth rounded, breaths flustered and a small sheen of sweat coating her chest. “Come for me, Ashley.” My rough voice deepening to a growl as I impale myself inside her, getting more aggressive with each thrust.
Her chest stills as she stops breathing, reaching the peak of her orgasm. She falls over the edge into oblivion, cupping her mouth and crying out into her palm. I follow her and shoot warm cum deep inside her. Pulling out of her, I watch as it begins to seep out of her. Dropping to my knees, I suck what I can out of her and hold it in my mouth as I stand.
Having my own cum in my mouth is nothing to me. It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done. Pressing my thumb to her jaw, I hold it open as I dribble the contents into her mouth. “Swallow,” I smile. “Can’t have a single part of us wasted.” The moment I see her throat bob, I thrust back into her and chase the next high.
Ashley
“You’ve barely even been to practice with us.” Am I really sitting here listening to this right now? “And when you are here, your mind is elsewhere.”
Mia crosses her arms in front of me as I sit on the bench. All the other girls, including Captain Fire Crotch are watching intently, waiting for something to be said. The ginger bitch has the biggest smile on her face right now, and all I want to do is smash her face in with the brass knuckles I carry in my backpack.
The way they’re all staring at me, judging me, like I need to be reformed in some weird way, just because I have better things to do than spend my days cheering. Watching me like this is some kind of intervention. The fact that Mia is even talking to me like this isn’t surprising.
I thought she was ok at first but the longer she’s been a cheerleader, the more she’s mimicking that of a vile human being. Her face is blotchy and red, with a look on her face of total distain for my presence here. I knew it wouldn’t take long before she ended up just like the others.
I have zero patience for people who act like they’re better than others. Still, none of them are on my list and the moment Istart murdering people who aren’t part of my revenge plot, that’s when I become a psychopath myself.
I’m distracted for a second the moment I notice them. Walking by the chain gate in the middle of what seems to be a heated conversation. Jesse’s arms flying everywhere with a look of panic on his face. I wonder what’s got him so riled up. Besides the fact that Nathan was fucking Fran last year, I was under the impression they never spoke.
“So?” I lean back nonchalantly, settling back to the conversation at hand. Bracing my elbows on the seat behind me, I look at all the faces staring me down. “I have other things to do.”
“Other things,” Mia scoffs, looking at her perfectly white trainers as she braces her hands on her hips. She’s pissed and if I were a more caring person, I’d feel really bad. But I don’t. I don’t care about this stupid little cheer team. I don’t even care about the fact that Mia is upset because she’s not upset, she’s only acting this way because of who she’s hanging around with now.
I joined initially so Jesse would notice me and coincidentally, he’s a bigger whore than I thought and spotted me quicker than I expected. I don’t know if that says more about him, or more about what I look like. I haven’t seen or spoken to my preppy little roommate for over two weeks now and if I’m honest, it’s not affected my life in any way. So far, I’m doing exactly what I set out to do and as far as I’m concerned, that’s great.
