Page 28 of Four Firemen For Christmas

“I promise.” She kissed the side of my neck and ran her hand down my stomach and over my cock. “I promise that I’ll tell you if things get too intense. But it’s not going to happen. I need this. I need you.”

She unraveled me with every word.

I didn’t have any of my stuff here, but I’d make do. Maybe we could even play out my fantasy from yesterday. I stroked my belt with one hand while wrapping the other around her waist. I bent her backward and flicked the lock on the door.

“Let’s see if you can keep that pretty mouth shut.” I rubbed my thumb over her lips.

She sucked my finger into her mouth and bit the end.

“No one can know about this. I’ll lose my job.” I stared into her eyes and made sure she understood the reality of what was about to happen.

13

EMMA

Henry kept looking at me like he was trying to tell me something. But all I heard, all I felt, was the need to have him right here in the office. He’d been a grumpy bastard all morning.

Granted, there were a few times that I deserved him snapping at me. I was not about to back down now that I had him locked on me with the fullness of his dick straining toward me. His grouchiness made sense in a way. All the sexual tension I’d felt from him this morning culminated in this.

I was ready to do almost anything to get that disgruntled look off his face. His thumb worked over my mouth again, and I bit the tip for the second time.

“Fuck. You’re going to get me in trouble.” His breath rasped out as his hand tightened on my waist. “I’ll start you off easy.”

I nodded even as he took a step back.

“Get under the desk.” He pointed at his heavy desk and pinched my ass. “Now.”

What the hell was this all about? I opened my mouth to ask but snapped it shut when Henry glared at me.

“The only time you’re allowed to open your mouth is when my dick is in it.” He unzipped his fly and brought his cock out.

I’d never crawled so fast in my life. His words startled me at first, but I’d started this, and I’d damned well finish it. We were not supposed to be doing this. He was my boss. Anyone could catch us. He’d locked the door, but the alarm could call him out to a fire, or someone could knock and interrupt.

The knowledge that we might not get to finish made me want to hurry, but Henry sat in his chair and stroked his long shaft with one hand. He was not going to be persuaded to get on board with a quick and dirty sex session. Damn. I couldn’t imagine him leaving me here without satisfaction, but maybe that was part of the kink. This was all new territory, and I couldn’t separate the anxiety from the excitement.

I faced Henry from under the desk and placed my hands on his knees.

“I imagined you doing this the first time you dropped to your knees in here.” He palmed his cock and rolled toward me. “Do you remember?”

I remembered. The look he’d given me had raised every hair on my body and made me ache with a desire I didn’t understand. Henry was going to help me figure it out. I knew it as well as I knew I was going to love sucking that long cock.

He rolled closer, until his knees were on either side of my head and his body blocked me in. Thank fuck I wasn’t claustrophobic. I dipped my head and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. Henry groaned his approval. “I imagined you sitting down there, sliding those beautiful lips over me and no one knowing.”

My mouth was full of his head, stopping me from talking even if he had given me permission. I understood instinctively that control was part of what Henry wanted. He wanted to control me. I should be appalled, but I was too curious.

And I wasn’t having any trouble getting turned on.

Henry fed me his dick inch by inch until I took as much as I could without gagging. Then he pushed further. Tears sprang into my eyes and I gagged around him, then pulled back.

I lapped my tongue over the underside of his shaft and used both hands to fist the hilt near his balls. When I recovered, I started over again, gradually working my way down him in long strokes until I gagged again. I couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth. Even with both hands and my mouth. The impressive length tightened and swelled.

Henry gripped the sides of my head and worked me up and down in a series of quick, rapid bursts, then shoved past my gag reflex and into my throat. I groaned at the sensation and fought with my gag reflex to hold him in place.

“That’s it. You’re doing great, Emma. Just a little longer.” He thrust deeper. “Take it. You think you can’t, but you can.”

I opened my jaw and let him slide further inside.

He jerked his cock out of my mouth and rolled backward. “Get out.”

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