on the news and everything. My meeting is essential. Without it, we’ll be pounding away, and making the deadline will be so hard.”
I grin, slinking out of his lap and dropping to my knees before him. “Well, I want your meeting to be short and sweet, get right to the climax so you can get your work done.” I slip the waistband of his boxers down and his cock pops free, bobbing toward my face.
I slide my hands along his shaft, stroking him for a moment before taking him in my mouth. There’s no time for teasing, so I get right to it, moving up and down and sucking him hard as I swirl my tongue along the underside of his cock.
Scott groans, grabbing a handful of my hair and directing my pace. “Fuck, Madison. It’s gotta be fast, but fuck if I don’t want to do this all damn day.”
I still, looking up at him, and a beat later, he unclenches his eyes and looks down at me. “Fuck my face, Scott. You let me use you last night and it was amazing. It’s your turn. You’re in charge.”
He searches my face for a moment, even as I wait with my mouth wide-open and ready for him. He must see what he wants because he adjusts in the chair and slips his cock back into my mouth, slow and easy at first, which surprises me. I guess I’d expected him to just deep-throat me on the first pass. I think I kinda wanted him to do that. He presses further into my mouth, his tip touching the back of my throat, and I swallow, encouraging him.
“Fuck,” he groans and then unleashes his control. He strokes in and out of my mouth, holding my head on either side to keep me still. His thrusts get more forceful, slipping into my throat with every pass, and I moan my enjoyment, giving him permission to keep doing it. To go harder. Rougher.
Tears are streaming down my face, and vaguely, I’m glad my makeup is gone or else it’d be mascara running down, leaving tracks in my foundation. But I fucking love it, love Scott dominating me, taking me, seeing me bare-faced and full of his cock.
I watch him from below, watch the way he measures how much of his cock he’s pounding into me, taking care even as he lets loose and enjoys the feeling, the visual of his cock in my mouth.
“Maddie, I’m coming . . . fuck . . . swallow me.” He holds himself deep in my throat, shallow thrusts matching the pulses of cum I taste as he roars above me. I swallow, over and over, loving the reward as much as the act.
Scott sags, and I swipe at the corners of my mouth, wiping away the saliva along my lips.
Scott smiles down at me, his hands gentle in my hair once again as he twirls a lock around his finger. “You said you’ve done a little office work.”
I’m a little confused by the turn of topic but answer anyway, “Yeah . . . why?”
“That job offer’s still on the table because fuck if I want to leave you now.” He looks satisfied, happy, relaxed, and I did that for him. “I think I’d like ordering you around. See if we can christen my office, my desk, the elevator, and every-fucking-where else in the building.”
I laugh. “You don’t give up, do you?”
Scott grins. “Never.”
Pulling up in front of Stella’s, I feel a little strange. Tiffany wasn’t at home when I caught a cab home to get my car, and well . . . it’s been days since I’ve really seen her. We’ve texted, including her daily horoscope reading via text instead of over breakfast, but with my dates with Scott, our work schedules, and a few hours sleep here and there, I haven’t actually laid eyes on my best friend in too long.
Now I’m going back to work, and I feel strange. Good, but strange.
“Probably the lack of makeup,” I mutter, touching my face. Not that I’m barefaced, but not my usual full-face layer of foundation, concealer, contour, highlight, and bronzer. I look good without it though, I’m surprised to realize as I give myself once last glance in the visor mirror before going inside.
“Girl, where have you . . . I haven’t seen you in forever!” Tiffany says when I come in. “I thought you got kidnapped by bikers or was gettin’ anal probed by aliens! Or