Page 32 of Devoted
“I already have your measurements from the suit jacket you left in my office a while back.” It’s my turn to make some confessions.
“Wha—” Knight starts.
“Shh,” I interrupt him. With my free hand, I hook a finger around the soaking lace of my underwear and move it to the side. My newly exposed parts seem to work to keep him silent. “I wear your jacket every time I fuck myself and think of you.”
Knight groans, and it looks like he can’t decide whether he wants to watch my face or keep his eyes on my arousal, eyes darting wildly between the two sights. I decide for him. Pulling his head back, I force him to make eye contact with me as I get up on my knees to tilt my hips so my pussy is directly over his mouth.
Inching down, I fixate on where we meet. His mouth is completely smothered with my pussy and his strong nose brushes against my mound.
“I wore it before getting ready yesterday.” My palm now flat on his forehead, I grind myself on him, using him like he begged me for. “I was touching myself while wearing your jacket, thinking about how I’d be stripping down for you while you watched from the tree outside my window.”
Eyes that were once heavy with rapture go wide in surprise, and his tongue stops for a ruinous moment. Taking pity, I soothe his hair back and smile at him to show him I’m not upset. The opposite, really. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life.
“You can ask your questionsafteryou make me come. Pinch my thigh if you need to stop.”
With his expression furious and his tongue lashing against my clit, I reach back and brace my hands on his stomach as he takes his rage out on me. And fuck, does it feel good.
In just a few minutes of this sweet torture with Knight’s hands pawing at me and fingers grasping bruises onto my ass and hips, I’m falling apart on his face with a hoarse scream of his name.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
KNIGHT
You can get an erection from being scared?
My head rests on the plush of Vivian’s thighs, my legs stretched across the chaise lounge while Vivian runs her nails along my thrumming scalp. The soothing motion makes it easier to calm down after everything that just happened.
The instantaneous panic coursing through my body has been put to rest with Vivian’s caring attention. I try to reassure myself, knowing she wouldn’t indulge me with these caresses if she were upset at me. She wouldn’t have let me lick her until my chin and neck were covered in her cum, either.
“How long have you known?” I ask, finally feeling my body come down from the high of Vivian using my mouth… and revealing my secrets. She looks down at me with a soft smile. I still think of myself as undeserving of such beauty, but I’ll bask in it while I can. “Since the night of your private event at the club. I found your profile after you liked one of my photos—your art is pretty unique. It kinda helped piece everything together,” she confesses.
“Fucking technology. It’s never agreed with me.” Closing my eyes, I shake my head against her thighs. The recoil from her legs that hits me back causes my cock to harden in my pants. As much as I would love to continue taking pleasure in Vivian’s body—and thoroughly exploring these luscious thighs—I know there are things we need to address.
“It’s okay, I like the old-school stalker vibes. It fits you.” Her voice sounds genuine, even if it is teasing at my expense. Tracing the shape of my brow, she encourages me to reopen my eyes with the wispy touches.
“Where do we go from here, Knight?” she asks.
I am hit with the immediate urge to run away from this conversation, but I can’t do that to heragain. Instead, I open my eyes and steel myself for what’s to come.
“This is an inappropriate relationship, Vivian,” I begin. The issue of our job titles isn’t the only thing that keeps me up at night, but it’s a safer place to start this conversation.
“Well, from what I understand, you aren’t my direct boss. You’ve just been bossy because you have a huge crush on me,” she states as a matter of fact, but the smug grin gives her away.
Hearing my love—no, myattachment—for Vivian being reduced to something childish like a crush doesn’t sit well with me. This is not acrush.Whatever you call it, it is all-consuming and something I can physically feel in the cavity of my chest. At times, I cannot breathe with how heavy that spot becomes.
Trailing my fingers on her arm, I reply, “I pay your salary, darling. I’m your boss.” Encircling her wrist, I bring her hand toward my lips to place a kiss on the inside of her palm.
“Yeah, and my boss still has my cum coated on his face.” She swipes through the short stubble on my chin before displaying her fingers to me.
“Give it back, I’ve earned it,” I mumble against her fingers and trace the tip of my tongue to gather her delicious taste.Vivian groans a curse as she watches, looking lost in a spell for a moment.
I can see the shift from a heated appraisal to a concerned lowering of her brow. “Knight, we have other things to talk about, and you can’t do that when you’ve got my fingers in your mouth.”
“Fine,” I whine, letting go of her hand. She keeps it close, resting it on my chest once more. Her other hand stays occupied as she threads her fingers through my hair.
“You’re sure you don’t want to clean up?” she asks and I’m offended she doesn’t realize how much I love the scent of her pussy.
“Let a man live, darling.” I pat her hand on my chest, indicating I’d like to move on with the conversation. Vivian rolls her eyes at me while turning her hand underneath mine so we are palm to palm. Her hand fits in mine like I was created to cradle it.
