Page 71 of Indigo

I open the one in question as he leans over my shoulder to read.

His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare, and then he clears his throat, reaches over, grabs the mouse, and closes the window.

“He won’t come here,” he whispers in my ear. “Don’t worry about this, Blue. I promise you, you’re safe with me.”

I nod and then rest the back of my head against his shoulder, allowing the heat of his body to seep into mine and calm me down.

“Get on the desk,” he says, running his nose through my hair, inhaling deeply.

“What?” I ask, spinning around to face him.

His incredibly bright hazel eyes gleam with mischief, and I squeal as he bends quickly and grabs the back of my thighs, using them as leverage to lift me and place me on the edge of his desk. With one quick swipe of his arm, he clears the pens and stray pieces of paper sitting behind me and falls to his knees.

“Need to taste you, been craving this pussy all fucking day,” he groans, his hands moving to my calves and slowly sliding them up under my army green maxi skirt, the feel of his calloused fingers against my skin, along with the hunger in his eyes as he watches for my reaction, making me shudder.

“Pax,” I whisper, looking at the door I know I didn’t lock on my way in here. “We shouldn’t.”

“We’re going to,” he chuckles, his warm breath hitting my inner thigh as he leans in, moving the material of my skirt over my knees and bunching it at my waist. “Want you, Blue. Need you. Let me make you feel good. Forget all about this shit. Abouthim.”

I wasn’t sure if he’d approve of my outfit today, given I normally wear jeans, but the look on his face right now tells me he may request skirts more often.

The look on his face right now tells me he needs the distraction just as much as I do, so I reach forward and run my fingers through his hair. “Okay,” I whisper.

“Take your panties off,” he commands, his eyes locked between my thighs.

His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip as I wiggle my white cotton underwear down my hips, past my ass, and drop them on the floor beside him.

With a smirk, he reaches for them and balls them in his hand before tucking them into the pocket of his dark blue ripped jeans. “Mine now,” he teases, readjusting my skirt so that it’s bunched at my waist, like before. “Now, put your heels on the edge of the desk, baby. Open wide for me.”

His tone makes my pussy clench in anticipation, and carefully, I follow his instructions, thankful that the soles of my white canvas shoes have a decent amount of grip to them. I watch as his expression turns from hungry to starving as I spread myself in front of his face.

“Mmmm. So pretty,” he whispers, leaning in and using his thumb to part my pussy lips, gently rubbing a little circle around my clit before removing his hand entirely.

Before I can protest, his mouth replaces it, and the pleasure from the slight suction he uses tears a moan deep from my chest. Leaning back further, supporting my weight on my palms, I let the feel of his tongue consume my mind, and close my eyes.

“Uh, uh,” Pax growls, turning his head into my inner thigh and nipping at the skin, making me jump and scowl down at him. “You watch me. Watch me eat this pussy.Mypussy. You look away again and I’ll stop. Understood?” All I can do is nod as his stern look turns back into pure hunger. “Atta girl.”

I do as I’m told and keep my eyes on him the entire time he devours me. Every lick, every thrust of his tongue inside of me brings me closer and closer to the edge. I can hear how wet I am, feel how close my orgasm is, but something’s holding me back. Thoughts of that email keep returning to my mind and chasing away my release, so in a frustrated attempt to take control, I reach between my thighs and take a fist full of Pax’s dark brown hair in my hand. He groans as I tug at the strands and moans around my clit as I hold him in place and start grinding my pussy against his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I whine. The pressure from both of us fighting against the other sends tingles the entire way up my spine. “Fingers,” I hiss, continuing to rub myself shamelessly against his tongue. “Need your fingers.”

He moans around my clit, and the vibration brings me even closer to the edge. The moment the tips of his fingers push past my entrance, I come so hard my vision blurs.

“Holy shit,” I cry, jerking my hips as he continues to feast, his fingers gliding in and out of me at the perfect pace. My legs tremble, my arms give out, forcing me onto my back, and for what feels like hours, I let the euphoric feeling wash over my body.

“That was so fucking hot,” Pax chuckles into my thigh, using two fingers to pat my pussy as I come down from my high. “Never seen you take charge like that, Blue. You feel better now?”

“Mhmmm,” I hum, slowly opening my eyes and looking up at the ceiling. “Much.”

After basking in my glow a little longer, I pull myself up onto my forearms and smile at my man as he softly kisses his way up and down each thigh, showering me with affection to bring me back to reality nice and slow.

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” The sound of Jagger's voice makes us both jump and turn our heads to the doorway.

Pax automatically jumps up and shoves my skirt back over my legs, covering me so that his brother doesn’t get an eye full of my vag.

Jagger groans, both hands held dramatically over his eyes. “You fucking animals! This is a place of business!” he yells, practically sprinting back out the door and slamming it shut behind him.

I sit there, mortified, staring at the closed door, and Pax bursts into a fit of laughter.

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