Hired (Forbidden Lovers: Rosie Anders)

10 - This Isn't Over

I have just enough time to open my mouth as he forces me to bend down over him, sliding inside my mouth. I wrap my lips around him and lick his tip. As a few initial drops exits him, he gives me no choice but to take as much of him in mouth as I can. He groans loudly as I suck gently, trying to draw anything out of him and run along him until he hits the back of my throat.

"You are so good at this." He grips my hair in his fist, and I slowly remove him from my mouth, before flicking my tongue out to hit his tip once more and he moans louder. "After you get your promotion, we definitely have to keep doing this anyway." He thrusts his hips into me and catches my throat again. I moan a little before he pulls out, but soon make my feelings clear as he hits me harder.

I flick my eyes up as he rolls his head back and press against the tip as I suspect he is about to unload on me completely. I keep watching him, his mouth moving but not making any noise until he explodes completely. I suck harder than ever before as he groans loudly. A bit too loudly for my liking. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole office heard that. How can I walk out there now knowing they may have just heard me get him off?

Subconsciously knowing that's what going on is one thing, but to then actually allow them to hear it happening, is all kinds of messed up. I may have to live in his office forever now. I'm sure he'd like that – easy access to me when he wants it and he'd never be at work alone late. Actually, that might cause him to actually sleep here and never go home. Maybe not such a good idea then.

As he falls limp in my mouth, I withdraw from him and lick my lips clean. I stand and with the fire in me taking control, particularly circulating between my legs where no satisfaction has been reached, I remove all my clothing without hesitation.

"What are you doing?" His eyes stay locked with my chest, surveying every inch of my hardened bosom, making him rise again.

"Now, you have to do something for me." He holds me at arm's length, not giving me even the slightest bit of friction against his fresh erection.

"I don't have to do anything." He draws circles on my hips, and I have to fight hard to not close my eyes as anticipation builds between my legs even more. "Our deal is for you to do things for me, to me and with me; not the other way around." He removes his hold on me and I slowly open my eyes, glancing down at him.

"Then I better get to work." I grip him tightly and smile, causing him to grip the desk, probably to stop him from making any noise. "Because it appears you are in need of some relief." I run my hand along his length, feeling myself get aroused as he solidifies in my hand.

He eventually teases a finger across my entrance, and I whimper as I slow my movements on him.

"Please." I'm not usually the begging kind but he is giving me cause to hate him with his teasing. I just want him to give me some much-needed relief. "I need something." I try to let go of him, but he grips my wrist tight, clamping me to him like a vice.

He smiles at me, clearly enjoying my deprivation a little too much but sits forward and gently slides his finger across my entrance agonisingly slowly, as if considering my words. "It's not strictly in our contract for me to give you anything." His finger gradually moves back and forth, not attempting to push his way inside me even a little bit.

I have to concentrate hard, to not dig my nails into his skin as I look into his eyes. "Please." My voice gets quieter. I am seriously in need of something from someone and annoyingly due to our contract - although not technically legally binding in any sense of the word – I can't let anyone else do it. Not even myself.

"But I guess, we could have a little fun." He presses his finger gently into me and I whimper. "Who will finish first?" He raises his eyebrow and lets go of my hand holding him.