Forever Yours

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Brooklyn's POV:

FREDDIE<3: come down here

FREDDIE<3: I need your mouth

ME: you're going into a meeting

FREDDIE<3: come. down. here.

FREDDIE<3: now

I'm half way through my movie though and I'm wearing sweatpants and bra. Ugh. I can't not go. Fred won't be happy with me not listening to him. I looked around the room to see if there were any spare tops, but nope.

Stupid Fred for being a neat freak.

I huffed and walked to our room and grabbed a shirt from Fred's drawer and pulled it over my head, then grabbed my phone and opened the door, going down the stairs and to Fred's office door. I knocked on it three times softly.

"Get in here dumbass." Fred muttered. I giggled to myself and opened the door, closing it behind me and sauntered over to him.

"You're hard." I pointed out.

"I got bored." He said and I knew he meant looking at the folder on his phone.

"What do I do?" I asked, clasping my hands behind my back.

"Let me undress you first." He said as he grabbed my hips and positioned me in front of him. That shirt came off quickly, then got the crocs off I so carelessly threw on, grabbed my phone out of my pocket and put it on the the desk then got my sweatpants and panties down.

He ran his hands through the folds of my cunt, then leaned forward and kissed my hip bone. "Knees, baby." My cheeks went so red as I sunk down to my knees. Oh god I really like that nickname. More like pet name.

"What?" He asked, his thumb caressed against my rosy cheek.

"I like you calling me that." I whispered.

"Awe, that's how needy you are." He cooed. Darker shade of red now on my cheek. "Shuffle back under the desk, baby." Oh my heavens thank you god.

I listened and tucked myself away from sight, he moved in a little on his chair and I looked up at him. "Does this have to be quick?" I asked.

"This isn't going to be quick. Your mouth is to be around my cock the whole meeting." My eyes widened. "Undo my pants. You know what to do."

"But-"

"Bee, right the fuck now." He muttered and my hands moved quickly to get open his pants, but never pulled them down, I got his boxers down under his pants and got his dick through the buttons. He didn't mind. As long as my mouth was around him, he was happy.

I pressed the head of his cock to my sealed lips and he held this cocky smirk. "Open." He said.

I did. I parted my lips. I took in his tip. I rested my head on his thigh. I sucked.

"Good girl, love." He ran his fingers through my hair and I smiled a little. Yeah, I know I'm a good girl. I love hearing it though. Everyday.

I nuzzled my head more into his thigh just as there was a knock on the door and Fred told the guys to come in. I was so worried they would see but they never said anything. Freddie kept me well hidden.

His hand under the desk, still massaged through my hair and I was living for it. I love when he gives me head massages.

I wasn't even really listening in on what they were talking about, something about partnering and money.

I felt his phone in his pocket and I carefully pulled it out and flipped to camera. I'll make this his Lock Screen.

I saw my plump lips around his tip in the reflection and snapped a picture, then typed in his password and swiped on the screen till I finally found the game I made him download on his phone; Subway Surfers. I'm addicted to it.