Page 40 of Handling the CEO

“Yeah,” I whisper before letting out a moan as his fingers brush against my panties, massaging my center over my underwear. The circles Jon makes with his tongue are synchronized with the ones he makes on the fabric covering my folds, and it’s driving me crazy with need. I gasp as his middle digit goes behind the lace and finds me wet, teasing my entrance.

“Damn right,” he says brusquely, and I find myself on his desk, keyboard thrown on the floor. He kneels in front of me, opening my legs.

With no more delays, he licks me, still over my underwear, sucking me and playing with me.

“Jon, I want you,” I pant.

“You want me, DJ? You want my tongue on this sweet pussy? Or do you want my finger deep inside you?” he hums, looking at me with his green eyes full of desire.

“All…. All of it,” I mutter, the expectation killing me.

“Then you shall have it. Then I will have all of you.”

I can’t answer as Jon moves my panties aside and starts ravenously licking my clit like a man starved. His finger pumps at me as he works my sex, and I am delirious with the yearning for more. I manage to hold myself up, watching him eat me up, and with every swipe of his tongue and every thrust of his digit, my breath hikes more and more.

I urge him on, calling his name, and I feel myself near, knowing a touch of him would set me off. And then the fucker just stops, pulls away, grinning at me again, beard wet with my juices.

“Oh no, Avril, I want to get you coming all over my cock, squeezing the life out of me.”

“Jackass!” I scowl at him, but he is already up, unbuckling his trousers, his proud dick out and ready for me. He pushes me down, my back on his desk, spread out to him. I hear the condom wrapper and then I can feel the tip against my slit, pushing in and then stopping halfway.

“What the f…” I do not get to finish the sentence as he plunges all the way in and I go over the edge, coming like crazy, clenching my inner muscles and losing all control. Jon kisses me, barely blocking my screams from alerting the entire office.

As I start going down from my high, he starts pumping again, slowly at first, then increasing the cadence, until we shake the whole desk with his movements.

“Hell yeah, that was so good, DJ, clasping me like a vise. You are so slick. I just want to fuck you all day, to stretch you taking me all in,” he says as he runs his thumb over my lip.

“Go caveman, fuck me, I need you deep inside me… Just you.”

“Fuck yes!” is followed by a crescendo of thrusts, as I start sucking on his digit, nipping and licking him as Jon sinks his length in, and I am building my orgasm up again, feeling waves of pleasure rising.

It hits me again, an explosion lighting my spine. Endless, indescribable thrill. Jon’s growl rumbles, and I feel his cock surging in me, throbbing as he comes too, struggling to keep his groans contained.

“Hey Avril,” he kisses my forehead, still in me.

“Hey caveman,” I murmur in my pliable state.

We are both fully dressed, and it made what we did so much hotter, of course, I realize as I watch his tight ass walk away, going to get rid of the condom in his private bathroom. I rise off his desk and stumble into the restroom myself after he exits. When I glance in the mirror, I see not just my 'just fucked' hair and blush, but also a dumb, big, unmistakable smile.

“This is a very good look on you.” My man seems to enjoy my disheveled appearance as he leans on the door frame surveying his ‘work’.

“I am glad YOU like it, but I need to get this…” I say, pointing at my hair, “a bit under control before walking out. I have to go downstairs and finish checking the latest graphics my team sent over the other day.”

“Mmm, would these visuals be the ones with the updates in colors I asked for? The ones you denied needing changing as I quote ‘there’s more than enough contrast, we don’t need the numbers in yellow!’ when I inquired why the air pressure values were barely visible and suggested we use the easiest-to-see color for a human eye for something so critical?” he asks with a sneaky grin as he moves closer to me then nudges his nose up and down my neck, enjoying the goose bumps I get every time he does that.

I swear the man can smell a weak spot a mile away!

“Nope, I don’t recall that conversation at all. You must be imagining it,” I deny between breaths, but he knows he was right.

“I see. I must have indeed imagined it, silly me.” He gives me one last kiss before we go back to our jobs, not mentioning the graphics again.

As Jon lets me win this one, when he could be rubbing my face in it, I decide it is time to truly meet him halfway in jumping off the cliff together.

Jon

Itfeelsincredibletohave the weight of the sabotage behind me. Ever since I fired Anya, there have been no more rumblings of suppliers leaving. I even sat down with every CEO of each company working with me in the past two weeks to try to review their contracts and understand their needs.

I haven’t yet opened the other folder she sent me called 'ideas', unsure why, but I can’t reconcile the barely passable assistant with the confident person we saw the other day, and I am still processing.

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