Page 147 of Bound By Fire
She walks over to the office door, and I hear the small click of the lock. I turn. “What are you doing?”
She crosses back to me. “It sounds like we don’t have much time.”
Her hands come up to my chest, flat against me. She tips up onto her toes and kisses me.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I say against her mouth.
“It probably isn’t, but our risk is at a minimum. Carla’s gone, and if anyone comes by, they’ll assume I’ve left for the day…aslong as you’re very quiet.” She drops down to her knees in front of me.
“Ummmmm… Robyn…you…”
Her hands are on my belt. She pops the buckle and slides the leather through the loops. She works the button on my jeans and pulls the zipper down.
“Robyn, it’s not a good idea.”
I’m hard and have been since she went down on her knees.
She tugs the front of my boxers down and pulls out my cock.
I go harder.
“You don’t have…”
She wraps her hand around the base and takes me deep. Fuck. Her mouth is hot and wet, and her lips stretch around my girth.
My hand goes to the back of her head before I can stop it. I groan low in my chest. She sucks. Slow at first, then faster. She pulls back, her tongue swirling under the head, and then she takes me deep.
My cock hits the back of her throat, and she swallows around me. I make a choked sound, and my balls pull tight.
She cups my sac in one hand, rolling it, while her other hand works the base of me, and her mouth keeps moving. She looks up at me from under her lashes. Her eyes are dark. Her mouth is full of me.
I’m the biggest asshole alive, but I can’t seem to bring myself to make her stop.
I cup her cheek.
Then I take her face in both my hands, rocking gently into her, making another grunting noise.
“So good,” I rasp. “You’re so good and so fucking sexy.”
She frowns and pulls back, turning her face slightly into my palm and sniffing.
“You smell like latex.”
My stomach goes cold.
“Have you been wearing rubber gloves?”
“Ummm…no. I can’t think why that would be.”
“Weird,” she whispers, then she closes her eyes and deep-throats me.
My eyes roll back. I’m not going to last. I hate this. I fucking hate this. Fuck. She makes a soft groaning sound, and the vibration goes through me.
Then she picks up the pace, her hand working me. Her mouth is soft and wet.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper.
She groans and sucks me off even harder…faster. That’s me; I come hard. I shudder and grip the back of her head as I empty myself into her mouth and throat. She swallows down every drop, making these desperate, greedy noises.
When I’m milked dry, she stands and licks her lips.
I’m still hard.
I reach for her, and she shakes her head. “Not here. I can’t be quiet. Come to my place later and return the favor? Even if it’s late.” She lifts her brows.
I nod.
Shit!
