I hiss out a breath as her thumb swipes over the tip of me, my dick pulsing in her hand, and when she draws me into her sweet, wet mouth, heat flashes through me. I can’t remember the last time a woman went down on me so eagerly, and it makes my head spin.
“Look at you down there,” I rasp, gripping the wall behind me as pleasure floods my veins. It’s either that, or I plunge my hands into her hair, and I can’t guarantee I’ll be gentle.
She hums down my shaft, fingers tight around my base as her head bobs back and forth. I’m still in disbelief that this is actually happening, at Marco’s Bar, in the middle of a workday, but the thought evaporates as she draws me in deeper. My knees weaken at the pleasure, and my resolve caves as I reach for her, threading a hand into her hair. My fingers slide through the silky strands, making her whimper. She pops off to look up at me with dark eyes and flushed cheeks, stroking me as I grip her hair. Something in her gaze tells me she likes it, and I tighten my hand into a fist, drawing a moan from her throat.
Yeah. She likes it.
“You look so pretty on your knees for me, Cupcake.” I stroke a thumb across her cheek, guiding her back to my dick. “Is this what you wanted? To taste me?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I growl and tug on her hair, all restraint gone, and she gives me a naughty grin.
“Yes,Sir.” Heat dances in her eyes, her breath hitching on the word. It’s not only me who loves it.
“Good girl,” I grate out, watching as she seals her lips around me again. The warmth and wetness of her mouth makes my balls draw up tight. “Fuck yes, just like that.”
She sucks harder now, taking long, deep pulls on my cock, and heat rushes down my spine. The combination of her mouth and her hands drives me wild. I won’t last much longer.
“Where do you want me to come?” I rasp.
Her fist tightens around my base, drawing me down her throat. Not in her mouth, surely? She doesn’t even know me.
But there’s no mistaking the way she deliberately holds me tighter, the way she groans as I grip her hair, fucking her hot mouth. I’ve lost all control, hips bucking as I ride her tongue, frantic with the pleasure building inside me.
“I’m so fucking close,” I growl, giving her one last chance to pull away, but when she takes my balls in one hand and tugs, heat explodes through me. I groan through the blinding flash of pleasure, spilling onto her tongue. She doesn’t let up, swallowing every last drop, until I release my grip on her hair with a shuddering sigh. Then she rises to her feet, mouth hooked into a dirty, satisfied grin.
Holy hell. Whoisthis woman?
My pulse slows as I tuck myself into my boxer-briefs, zip my fly and buckle my belt. I should thank her and leave, get the hell out while I’m still alive, but the deep flush of pleasure on her cheeks has me leaning in to capture her mouth with mine. I can taste myself in her kiss, and it’s fucking hot. She moans as I part her lips with my tongue, demanding entry, my hand straying up her thigh, hating that she’s wearing tights under her dress. When my fingers push below the waistband into her panties to find her soaked, my cock twitches.
“Fuck,” I say roughly, stroking my fingers through her wetness. “You liked being on your knees for me, huh? You liked having my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes,” she whispers, quivering as I slide my fingers through her slippery folds. She’s so responsive to my touch, so restless in my arms, that my dick throbs again, as if my balls haven’t just been drained.
Shit, I need to go for round two.
“Yes, what?” I grit out.
“Yes, Sir.” She moans as I flick her clit. “I need—”
Her words falter as the shrill sound of my phone ringing pierces the silence.
“Ignore it,” I say, focusing on the feeling of her slickness on my palm, pushing a finger into her tight pussy. Goddamn, it will feel so good to thrust into her.
My phone rings again, interrupting our flow, and I pull away with a curse, fumbling in my pocket to silence the damn thing.
Then I catch sight of the name on my screen. And the time.
Jesus, how long have I been in here with this woman? She’s a vortex, making me lose track of time and space.
John’s name flashes on the screen, along with two missed messages. My pulse scrambles. We had a meeting this afternoon. An important meeting, too. One I shouldn’t have missed.
Thisis why I need Mandy. She would have reminded me on my way out to lunch. Or she would have gotten my lunch for me, like she usually does.
Then I would never have come to Marco’s at all.
I suck in a breath, casting my gaze around the small space as I suddenly remember where I am and what I’ve been doing.
