Page 24 of Are You There, Moriarty?

“Shit.”

“Never mind,” Alastair said, pulling back to speak. “Come if you want. I don’t care.”

I don’t know why those careless words made it harder to fight it, but I knew I was losing the battle.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I keened.

The tip of his finger breached me.

I whimpered and pushed back against him. He sank his finger in deep and fluttered his tongue on my perineum.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!Fuck!” I yelled as I came in violent spasms, my body riding a wave of chaotic ecstasy as Alastair—Mr. Kenney—teased me with his fingertip.

He waited until I’d turned into a wet noodle before saying primly, “Well, that was unexpected.”

I blinked and tried to breathe.What? What!

“I told you I was gonna come!” I shouted, except it sounded like a dying gasp.

“I thought it was only dirty talk,” Alastair confessed.

“You thought… You thought…” I couldn’t scramble enough brain cells together to finish the sentence.

“I can’t believe you came hands free,” he said with amazement. “I thought that only happened in porn.”

I couldn’t believe he was still talking. I was floating, drifting on clouds of bliss and afterglow.

“Shhh. Shhh,” I said.

“What?”

“Quiet, please. I’m enjoying the aftereffects of your very skillful rim job. Don’t blow it.”

We realized what I’d said at the same time and started laughing.

“Can I get up now?” I asked.

“Let me help you.”

He pulled me to standing. I swayed, dizzy from the reorientation as my body came down from my orgasm.

He bent to pull my panties up, but I stopped him with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, really, what’s the point? Might as well take them off,” I said.

He smiled. My gaze landed on the outline of his massive erection under the dress pants.

“Ooh, you poor thing,” I murmured.

He saw where I was looking and blushed. “Yeah, well, that was pretty fucking hot, Toby.” He glanced at the carpet under the desk, and so did I. A decent-sized bubble of milky splooge sat primly on the paisley carpet.

“I’m going to clean that up,” Alastair said.

“That was your fault. I said I was gonna come.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry about it. It was definitely worth the mess.”

Alastair cleaned up my spunk with a bit of tissue then used a wet towel to wipe the spot, as I watched with fascination and amusement.

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