“Offered to pay for college…”
I should stop her, should push her away under the desk, but some twisted part of me wants her to keep going. And when herwet tongue meets the head of my pulsing cock, licking along the leaking seam, I suck in a sharp breath, gripping the edge of my desk.
Christ. She’s actually doing it.
“And how does she repay me?”
A moan catches in my throat as Iris swallows my cock into the heat of her mouth, fingers stroking my balls.
Holy shit.
I told her not to touch me when we were alone, and instead she’s blowing me while her father’s in the room? I swear to God, the minute he’s gone, I’m going to spank her so fucking hard, she’ll never sit down again.
I shift in my chair, body coiled tight with barely-restrained need, as John continues to rant, oblivious.
“You can’t let her get away with too much, Brooks,” he mutters, raking a hand through his thinning hair. “If you give her an inch, she’ll take a mile.”
He’s fucking right, I think, as she pushes my knees wider, giving her better access to lick the underside of my shaft, to suck my balls into her mouth.
“She needs a firm hand,” John adds.
She needs a firm hand, alright, and I’m going to damn well give it to her.
Iris pauses for a moment, letting my cock pulse in her palm, before taking me back into her mouth, using her hands and mouth in tandem. A groan shakes free from me, and I cover it with a cough, shifting my hips. I’m one minute away from coming in Iris’s mouth, and there’s no fucking way I’m doing that with John in the room.
He turns to look at me with a frown. “You’re awfully quiet, Brooks.”
Shit. Fuck.Say something.
“Listening,” I choke out, as Iris takes me to the back of her throat.
Fu-u-uck.
John watches me shrewdly, making my pulse shoot through the roof. “It’s about damn time, after the shit you’ve given me about her lately.” At last, he picks up his briefcase with a grumble. “See you Monday,” he mutters. Then, to my relief, he heads out, closing the door behind him. I listen to his footsteps fade on the stairs before exhaling roughly.
“Fuck,” I mutter, rolling my chair back enough to see Iris’s face. She grins up at me, as much as she can with my cock in her mouth, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I grate out. “Sucking me off with John in the room?”
She lifts a shoulder, releasing my cock from her mouth with apop. “You didn’t like it?” she asks, playing innocent as she continues to stroke me.
Oh, I liked it alright. I liked it too fucking much.
“That’s not the point.” I tuck my aching cock back into my underwear and lurch to my feet, tugging Iris out from under the desk by the arm. “Your father could have heard you.Seenyou.”
“So?” she says, hiking up a defiant shoulder.
God, I love her like this. Love knowing she’s doing it on purpose, that it turns her on as much as it does me.
Even if it shouldn’t.
I growl, tightening my grip on her arm. I know what she wants, and I shouldn’t give it to her. Shouldn’t let her know the effect her bratty behavior has on me, especially not at work. Shouldn’t let her know how fucking hot it was to be in her mouth when we could have been caught.
But I’m not strong enough to resist.
Locking the door to my office, I turn back to her with a piercing glare. “You want to test my patience, sweetheart? You’ll deal with the consequences.”
28
IRIS
