Now . . . to find a way to tell Penny.
Knock. Knock.
Oh God, is that her?
I open my eyes just in time to see Halsey walk into my office wearing a pair of joggers and a tight-fitting T-shirt. When his eyes meet mine, my body immediately builds with lust. He shuts the door behind him, locks it, and then walks toward me with one thing on his mind . . . me.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” I ask as he comes around my desk.
He doesn’t answer me. He tugs me up from my chair, moves it to the side, and then hikes up my skirt before sitting me on the desk.
“Halsey,” I say breathlessly as he moves to his knees and places my feet on his shoulders. My hands fall behind me to prevent me from scooting back, and his eyes meet mine.
“I need to fucking taste you,” he says right before burying his head between my legs and pressing his tongue along my slit.
“Holy fuck,” I say as my head falls back.
“Jesus Christ, Blakely,” he says as he makes long, languid strokes with his tongue. “You taste so fucking good.” He grips my ass, holding me in place, his fingers digging into my skin as he picks up the pace of his tongue.
It’s pathetic how quickly my body tightens, and my world starts to darken around me, my muscles tensing and building toward my impending orgasm whenever he pleasures me.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks as my legs tremble next to his head.
All I can do is nod as he slips two fingers inside me and presses that spot that will make me scream.
I bite down on my bottom lip as his tongue flicks rapidly against my clit, bringing me so much pleasure that I don’t think I’ll be able to stay quiet.
“Oh God,” I quietly groan as my body tenses.
His fingers move faster.
His tongue presses harder.
And within seconds, I’m clamping my hand over my mouth and moaning as my body convulses from a very quick and intense orgasm.
Halsey laps up every second of it, too, continuing to run his tongue over my clit until I have nothing left inside me. He kisses my inner thigh, then the other, and then kisses my pussy before pulling back. Staring down at me, he says, “You’re so fucking hot when you come.”
Then he shoves his joggers and briefs down, exposing his large erection, and sits on my office chair.
“I want you on your knees, and I want that red lipstick all over my goddamn cock.”
I blink a few times, still catching my breath, but when I see him staring at me, stroking himself, jealousy rocks through me.
I stand on my wobbly legs, push my skirt down, and then kneel before him. I take his heavy cock in my hand and bring the tip to my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” he says as he slouches in the chair and grips my hair in his fist.
His encouragement empowers me, so I take him deeper, stretching my mouth wide but also letting my teeth scrape along the veins of his length.
“Your fucking mouth, Blakely,” he says. “It’s so fucking perfect. Just like that. Take me as far as you can.”
I bring him into my mouth as far as I can go and then pull back, giving myself a chance to breathe. I grip the base of hiscock and start pumping him as I suck the tip, swirling my tongue around and around until I feel him shake.
He groans, the heavenly sound hitting me all the way down to my toes, and when he tugs on my hair, I know he’s growing closer and closer.
“You’re so damn hot, your mouth. Fuck, Blakely. Make me come on your tongue.”
I bring him into my mouth again, this time sucking harder, hollowing my cheeks, and he groans even louder, almost too loud. He starts assisting me, helping me move my head up and down as he squirms beneath me.
