Page 57 of Mostly Loathing You

The ticking of the analog clock on the wall is the only sound I hear as she pulls me free, my sensitive, hard length now standing at attention only inches from the Eden of Hannah’s mouth.

She gulps, leaning forward, and presses the tip to her lips before extending her tongue to taste the drop of pre-cum that’s begun to pool there.

It’s like a jolt of electricity as my head lolls back, the muffled moan that I try to bite back slipping through my lips. This appears to only urge her further as she takes my length into her mouth, easing herself down until it hits the back of her throat. The moment Hannah wraps her hand around the three inches that don’t fit in her mouth, my composure breaks.

“Fuck, Hannah.” The moan that leaves my lips is anything but reserved; there’s no questioning how incredible this feels. I unintentionally jerk forward, pushing my cock against the back of her throat. Hannah gags slightly but doesn’t allow it to deter her as she holds me deep within the warm, wet euphoria of her mouth.

Knock, knock.

We both freeze, turning to stare at the door in silence. I’m thankful that Hannah had the forethought to lock the door and the only way to get in would be with a scan card. I press my pointer finger to my lips to encourage her to be quiet and, to my surprise, she listens…until the doorknob begins to turn.

“Fuck,” Hannah mumbles as she backs under my desk, not having the time to compose herself or give even the slightest bit of deniability to what we were doing.

I sit down at my desk as I tuck my dick back inside my underwear, hopeful that whoever it is doesn’t have a need to walk around my desk for any reason.

Veronica’s head pokes through the now-cracked door and she makes eye contact with me. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. Karen gave me her swipe to drop this on your desk, I figured you ran out for lunch since the door was locked.”

“I—it’s okay.” I struggle to get the words out as I feel Hannah’s fingers curl around my waistband below the table, causing my cock to jerk.

“Is Hannah okay? She seemed off today,” Veronica asks at the exact moment Hannah pulls my dick free.

A gasp lodges in my throat. Thankfully, Veronica doesn’t seem to notice.

“Oh yeah, she’s, um…she’s fine.”

Hannah seizes this moment to take me into her mouth in one swift motion, the sensation of my head hitting the back of her throat with little prelude nearly making me buckle over.

“She…um, she’s stressed I think.”

I’m not normally this short with Veronica, but I am unsure if I have the capability to carry a conversation right now without making it glaringly obvious what Hannah is doing. I reach under the desk with the intention to yank her backward to encourage her to stop, but I find myself nudging her further down with my hand flush against the back of her head, her blonde strands entangling with my fingers. The gagging sound that carries from below the mahogany wood is faint, but enough to make me cough in an attempt to disguise it.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate. Well, hopefully she feels bettersoon.” Veronica begins to rock on her feet, obviously trying to find an out from our conversation.

“She’ll be fine,” I quip, much shorter and quicker than I intend. “Thanks for dropping this off,” I say with a forced smile, grabbing the piece of paper from her hand, “but I have to jump on a call.”

“Understood. Sorry about that.” She smiles as she moves toward the door. I attempt to extend some sort of pleasantries about hoping she has a good rest of her day, but Hannah chooses this exact moment to circle her tongue over my sensitized tip. I grip the edge of my desk so hard that my knuckles go white.

“Be sure to close the door,” I grit out, focusing my attention on the paper in front of me without the slightest concern for its contents. As Hannah speeds up her advances, the tingling sensation at the base of my spine grows in intensity. I’m on the precipice of coming, but I’ll be damned if I have to hide that too.

The moment the door clicks shut, I reach back under my desk and nudge Hannah’s head back down, lifting my hips to deepen the thrusts as I dance with her gag reflex. To my pleased surprise, she takes every inch of my cock into her mouth with enthusiasm.

My orgasm assaults my senses, pulling a groan from me that is far too loud for discretion. With every jerk of my cock, Hannah keeps me seated entirely in her mouth. The sensation of her swallowing around me causes my eyes to roll back at quite possibly the single most intoxicating feeling I’ve ever experienced.

Panting, I jerk backward, the wheels of my chair gliding effortlessly over the hardwood floor.

“Hannah,” I reprimand. “That was risky.”

She crawls out from under my desk, wiping the rogue lipstick from the corner of her mouth with a smile. Her hair is disheveled, and she attempts to flatten it with no luck. “Are you saying you didn’t like it?”

“That’s not what I said.” I tuck myself back into my underwear before refastening my pants and belt.

“Okay then.” She grins as she steps into me and presses her lips to mine. It’s tepid and gentle, a far cry from moments ago.

“Come over tonight,” I say before I even realize it comes out.

This isn’t what we are—we don’t hang out. We don’t just spend time at my apartment of our own free will.

Then again, we also don’t fool around at Baker & Park, so I suppose it’s a day of new things.

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