I want to tastehim.
I want to make the legendary Wilder Hawthorne lose every ounce of his control.
Tightening my hand, I pump him slowly, and he groans, low and drawn out as his hands shoot to the arms of his chair, curling around the edges so tightly that his knuckles begin to turn white. “Fucking Christ, Maisie.”
I stop stroking him, and his eyes snap open, shooting to mine.
“You’re late for your meeting,Coach,” I whisper, staring up at him through my lashes, feeling sexier and more powerful than I have ever felt in my entire life.
I tug at the waistband of his sweats, and he lifts, letting out a low curse when he leans forward and taps the keyboard, putting him exactly where I want him. His cock is straining against the dark gray boxer briefs that hug his thick, powerful thighs, my gaze trailing to the spot wetting the fabric where he’s leaking precum.
My pussy throbs in response, something I have zero control over.
I can’t explain why it turns me on this much to know that he’s just as helpless against his desire for me as I am for him.
I drag his briefs down just enough for his cock to spring free, resting heavily against the dark strip of hair on his stomach.
Above me, the sound of people talking floats through the speakers of Wilder’s laptop, and I roll my lips together to stifle the giggle.
This is insane.
But I’m not stopping.
“We’ll go over a few things about the upcoming series but won’t keep you long. I’ll hand this over to my team now, but thank you for being here, Coach Hawthorne,” someone says, and I watch Wilder’s jaw work before he grinds out, “No problem.”
I rise onto my knees and spit on the head of his cock, like I’ve read about in all of the “research” I’ve done preparing for this exact moment. Reading romance has made me well equipped for my first, probably very sloppy, blow job.
His gaze dips to mine, and his eyes flare, like he can’t believe I’m on my knees beneath his desk, spitting on his cock while he’s on a video call.
I can’t either, but then again, the new version of Maisie does lots of things that she hasn’t before.
Plus, we’re already this far, so…
There’s no sense in stopping now, not when I’m so turned on that I feel like I might faint.
The risk of being discovered is an added thrill I had no idea I would be turned on by, but am. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as badly as I want this.
I take one slow, unhurried lick down the length of his cock, slowly dragging my tongue from the underside of his thick head all the way to the base.
Wilder’s entire body goes taut, the muscles of his thighs coiling tightly, his hand flying off the arm of his chair to my hair, where his fingers tangle in the strands roughly.
Not to stop me, but more like he needs to feel in control of a situation where it’s clear he’s not.
I am.
My tongue darts out and laps at the bead of cum that’s seeping from his slit, and I fight back a moan at the taste.
It’s salty, and masculine, and nothing like I expected. It’sWilder.
I wrap my lips around the head and suck, using my tongue on the small ridge on the underside that has his grip in my hair tightening.
Clearly, he likes that, so I do it again, feeling him tense even further.
Inch by inch, I slowly ease my mouth down his cock, taking him in as far as I can go until my eyes are watering and I’m close to gagging.
“So, I think that we’ve got a clear plan about what we want to see out of the team for this series. Is everyone good with what we’ve discussed?” a woman’s voice says from above me, and I realize that I’ve been so caught up in tasting him, I’ve completely shut out the meeting, honestly nearly forgetting that it was even happening.
I pull off him when I need to suck in a quiet breath. A string of saliva trails from my mouth to the head of his cock, and I find his eyes on me, dark and hungry, wearing an expression that makes me rub my thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache that’s building higher and higher inside me.
