Page 26 of Hollywood Games
‘Bloody hell. Did you learn that in the army?’ He nodded. She wasn’t going to ask any more questions. ‘Okay, I’ll leave you to that. I’m going to start on the filing cabinets. Which one have you never opened?’ He pointed to the one in the far corner of the room. ‘Okey dokey. Race you. My filing cabinet against four rows of your shelves.’
‘What? How is that fair?’ Zoe ignored him and ran to the filing cabinet, heaving boxes out of the way of the bottom drawers. The boxes contained dreadful leaflets Rory had designed to advertise the castle. She lifted the first box to the nearest open window and turfed it out. Four boxes later and she opened the first drawer of the cabinet and went through the contents.
In the meantime, Rory was throwing books out of the window like a tennis ball machine. They sailed relentlessly out on exactly the same trajectory as the one before, with speed and power. Zoe could hear the rhythmic slaps on the courtyard below and tried not to get distracted, focusing on flicking through the papers like a bank teller counting banknotes and making split-second decisions about what stayed and what went. Luckily, as she had surmised, this filing cabinet was all going to go, and soon she was grabbing handfuls and throwing them out the window with a war cry. Within twenty minutes, she slammed the last drawer shut and did a victory dance across the room to Rory, who was halfway through the third shelf.
‘You had way less to do than me,’ he said. ‘You should have done the other one as well.’
‘Okay, I’ll do the second one, but you’ve got to finish the shelves, and,’ she looked around to the dustiest corners of the room, ‘go through that pile in the corner.’
‘You’re on.’
They worked through the day, clearing, filing, then cleaning what was left. By late afternoon it was getting darker outside but the room had been transformed. The wooden parquet floor gleamed, and every speck of dust had been washed away. Zoe and Rory’s overalls were filthy and dust covered the exposed skin of their faces, but their eyes were bright with accomplishment. They held hands and peered out of the window into the courtyard below. It looked as if there had been an explosion in a library.
Rory shook his head. ‘If my dad could see what we’ve done, he’d get his shotgun.’
‘You’re doing the right thing.’
They pulled off their headscarves, dust masks and rubber gloves, and stepped out of their overalls. ‘It’s amazing,’ said Rory, blinking as if he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. ‘I could never have done this without you. Thank you.’
Zoe ushered him into the chair behind his desk. ‘How does it look from there?’
‘A new start.’ He smiled. Zoe wiggled her way in between him and the desk and slid to the floor, kneeling down. His eyebrows raised. ‘What are you doing?’
Zoe gave him a flirtatious look and reached for the buttons of his trousers. ‘Well, I know how difficult this was for you, so I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work.’
‘Is this going to happen every time we clear a room of the castle?’ he asked, his voice cracking as she undid his trousers.
Zoe giggled. ‘I’m happy with this being the carrot if you are?’ She undid the button on his pants.
‘Yes!’
She freed his cock, solid and hot, and nuzzled her nose into the warm curls at the base. The smell was musky, and uniquely him. It brought back visceral memories of all the pleasure his body had given her. Her heart quickened, sending a pulsing beat deep inside her. She opened her mouth and licked her way from the base to the tip. Rory clasped the arms of the chair, his breathing laboured as he watched her. She licked around his engorged head, swirling her tongue around it, then brought herself slowly down over him. ‘Oh my god, Zoe!’
She sucked up to the slit at the top, tasting the sweetness leaking from him, before circling her tongue again around the end. She held his length and slowly swept her hand and mouth together, up and down his shaft. He twitched beneath her each time she sucked back to the sensitive head. His muscles were tensed as if for flight. She felt his control slowly eroding with every lick and flick of her tongue. As she minutely adjusted the pressure around him, her power increased. His skin was like silk, hot and soft, stretched over a rigid core and she greedily sucked on him, drawing out his pleasure.
She moved faster, taking him deeper, allowing the head of his cock to bump against the back of her throat, sweeping her hand up in stronger, twisting strokes, the sound of his ragged breathing, music to her ears. Suddenly, she heard another sound, the click-clacking of heels on a wooden floor, followed by a voice, getting louder as it passed down the corridor towards the office.
‘What the devil is going on? It looks like we’ve been burgled!’
Rory jerked away from her, pushing her under the desk, as his mother walked in the room.
The desk was angled away from the door, so Barbara couldn’t see Zoe cowering under it. If his mum didn’t like her before, finding her sucking her son’s cock whilst he sat at her late husband’s desk was going to be the kiss of death for any future relationship. Since Barbara’s panic attack they had continued to avoid one another, and Zoe was happy to keep it that way.
‘There you are.’ Barbara paused, taking in the room. ‘Good grief! What on earth have you done? Have you lost your mind?’ Rory trousers were still undone, his erection rapidly deflating, but he couldn’t put himself to rights without her noticing. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth open, but no words were coming out. ‘Don’t just sit there gawping. Stand up. Account for yourself!’
Under the desk, Zoe shook her head. His mother had been the nice parent?
Rory cleared his throat. ‘I decided to have a clear out.’
‘A clear out? You’ve thrown out everything! It goes back centuries! If your father were alive to see this…’ Zoe could see Rory’s hands balling into fists. ‘It’s her, isn’t it? She’s put you up to this,’ said his mother bitterly. Zoe instinctively lifted her head, bashing it loudly against the bottom of the desk. She involuntarily let out a cry that Rory tried to cover by coughing loudly. The situation was getting out of control and she could feel her nerves starting to flutter to the base of her throat. She couldn’t laugh now, she just couldn’t. She tried to control her breathing in and out of her nose.
‘Mother—’
‘The woman’s unhinged. She lives in a hovel with vermin, and she destroyed your truck. God knows what she’s trying to break now.’ Zoe looked at Rory’s manhood in front of her and a snort shot out, painfully pushing past the back of her nose. Rory tried to cough again but nothing could disguise the sounds she was making. She clapped her hands to her mouth, trying anything to contain the explosion but it was too late. Screeching, hysterical laughter erupted out of her, reverberating around the underside of the desk.
She could hear Rory and his mother talking over each other, his mother’s voice high pitched and strident, Rory’s deep and harsh. Then the door slammed and only the sound left was her gulping laughs. Rory pushed his chair back and helped her out from under the desk, sitting her curled up on his lap, stroking down her back. She eventually calmed, her breathing softening. He kissed into her hair.
‘I’m so sorry you had to hear that.’
