Page 49 of That First Night
I’m telling you, there is just something about Thomas that brings out the confidence in me. I don’t know what it is but when he’s around, I turn into this vocal, and bold, bad ass sex vixen. Staring at this man in front of me with my hand wrapped around his cock, in his office, being as vocal as I am?! Like who even am I?
I pull my hand from his cock and move it up to his chest. With one swift move, I push him back until he falls onto the couch behind him so he can fully enjoy this pleasure. I move to the waistband of his pants to pull them down to free him from his boxer briefs, but I don’t get that far when his hands move up to my breasts to cup them through my dress.
“Nope,” I say, swatting his hand away and smiling. “It’s your turn.”
“If I can’t touch them, at least let me see them.”
Without hesitation, I reach for the hem of my dress and pull the whole thing off, exposing myself in the bright office lights, wearing nothing but a white thong and a lacy black bra. Reaching behind me, I unclip my bra, and in the most seductive manner I can, I remove the bra and dangle it off to the side of me with a grin on my face. I watch his eyes widen as his eyes travel to my exposed breasts. His tongue sweeps along his bottom lip and my panties become even more drenched just watching him react to me.
“Holy fuck,” he draws out. “You have the most perfect tits.”
I shy at his words for a brief pause before my hands move back to his briefs to pull them down and expose his cock. The minute it springs free, my eyes widen. I felt it and I knew it was huge, butshit. This is nothing like I have ever seen before.
Thomas must sense my shock when he says, “You like what you see, Sunshine?”
“I-I,” I stutter as my eyes bounce from his cock to his eyes that are glistening with amusement.
“You can take it.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and move my hand to grip the base as I begin to stroke his hard-as-steel cock up and down.
“Peyton,” he moans in a low breath as his eyes close. “I need you to take your time. I don’t want to come before that hot little mouth is on me.”
I giggle at the fact that my body and touch have that effect on him. My mouth moves to the tip, and I lick the pre-cum that’s dripping from it while I continue stroking up and down his length. Using my hand to steady him, I lick him from the base to the tip before I take him in my mouth. He lets out an audible moan and I feel myself rubbing my thighs together as my pussy is desperate for his touch.
I bob my head up and down, licking the tip as I come up each time. His hands find the back of my head and grip my hair. “Good girl,” he praises. I move my gaze upward and notice his bottom lip in his mouth as he bites down on it. “Good fucking girl,” he growls. “You take my cock so well, Sunshine.”
I moan at the continued praise, and I know, without a doubt, that my panties are fucking destroyed. I sink his cock deeper into my mouth until I feel him at the back of my throat while my hand moves to gently squeeze his balls at the same time. He lets out a moan and I can tell he’s already close.
“You’re like a dream,” he says through a strained voice. “Here in my office with your mouth wrapped around my cock while it stretches your throat.” I take him even deeper, and I can feel tears leaking from my eyes. “Shit. You’re going to fucking make me come, baby.”
Baby.
I pick up the pace and suck harder with his dirty words as I move my head up and down. His hand never leaves the back of my head. My hand instinctively moves to my clit because it’s craving the friction and release.
“Don’t you dare make yourself come,” he warns me. My hands leave my clit with a groan in frustration. I need to come. “That’s my job.”
That nearly sends me over the edge. I suck his length hard and bob my head faster when I feel his hand leave my head and cups my jaw so that I can release his cock from my mouth, and he says, “I’m going to come.”
My eyes flicker between his in amusement as I choose not to release him from my mouth. Instead, I sink deeper until he’s so deep that I gag. Within seconds I hear him whispering ‘fuck’ over and over again as hot cum shoots down my throat. My mouth circles his length like a suction cup as he empties himself into my throat.
Allowing him to come down from his orgasm, I release him, and my finger moves to wipe the corner of my mouth. His intense stare burns into me as I take my finger and suck it clean with a small smirk on my face.
His hand comes to my face to move the hair away from my eyes. Tension fills the room after what just happened but finally, he snaps. “Fuck it,” he whispers as he takes my body by the waist, lifting me up as if I weigh nothing, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. In one swift move, his desk is wiped clean as he lays me down on top of it.
“Thomas,” I shriek.
He runs his fingers slowly from the hollow of my neck to the delicate part of my collarbone and down to my breasts, where he stops to cup them both. He takes one of them in his mouth with a moan. “Perfect,” he whispers before he takes the next one in his mouth. My back arches into him. He doesn’t even have to try and get me off. I’m already so close.
“Feet on the edge of the desk,” he orders.
I do as he says, scooting my ass back just the slightest so I can rest my feet on the edge of the desk. It’s no surprise that my legs spread easily for him. He steps back and his eyes trail me from top to bottom. “Fucking perfect,” he repeats under his breath as his tongue swipes his bottom lip. “Such a pretty pussy. I can see how wet you are for my cock without even touching you.”
“Yes,” I moan, biting my bottom lip as I hold myself up with one elbow. My finger trails down to swipe myself, as he watches the arousal coat my fingers. “Soaked for you.”
He moves closer as his hand grips my wrist, holding my hand in place as he takes the fingers wet with my arousal in his mouth and sucks it off me. It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen.
“What do you want, Peyton?”
