His fingers stiffen in my mouth, then relax, then stiffen. I keep my focus on his erection, pressing harder against his zipper. His voice comes out rough. "There's more than one man for you."
Tell her that. But you know you're the only man for me, Dr. Mercer.
I unzip his pants.
His fingers twitch in my mouth.
"There isn't! And you told me I wasn't hideous and set me up for this!" Casey shrieks.
You are hideous,I think, determined to show Red how I'm perfect for him.
I move my hand inside his boxers, freeing his beautiful, thick cock. My mouth waters, taking in the picture-perfect, smooth tip.
He frees his hand from my mouth and grips his armchair.
That's right, Dr. Mercer. You know exactly where I am, and you're hiding me.
I lean forward, keeping my hand on his shaft, and flick my tongue across the tip of his cock.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Red
Blue's tongue circles my cap, one hand cups my balls, and her nails dig into my thigh. My pulse spikes so fast, it feels audible. My chair is suddenly too close, the space too tight, and my body hyper-aware of every point of contact with the room.
What is she doing here?
The tip of her tongue presses against the crease where my cap meets my shaft, and my breath catches.
Sucking my dick.
Jesus.
I don't dare look down or move. I lock my spine and keep my hand clenched on the armrest and the pen in my other hand as if nothing in the world has changed.
Casey stares at me, distraught and like an aggressive tiger ready to pounce.
I don't trust my voice, but I can't avoid speaking. I order, "Casey, let's take a breath together." I mimic deep breaths but barely feel the oxygen in my lungs.
Blue lightly sucks on my tip, gliding her thumb over my shaft and squeezing my balls.
How is this girl a virgin?
She has to be lying.
Casey takes two breaths, then her sob cracks through the office, raw and uncontained. "I can't. I can't stop thinking about what he said. About how I look. About how stupid I was to believe?—"
"I want you to pause," I interrupt, with heat flaring in my veins and authority settling into my tone. "Put both feet on the floor."
She sniffs. The chair creaks as she shifts and lowers her leg away from her chin. Her hands twist in her lap, and her eyes stay swollen and full of despair. She insists, "He's my life!"
Blue's tongue taunts me further, moving in long, controlled strokes.
I groan, unable to stop it.
Casey's eyes turn to anger. "It's true."
Blue grazes her nails over my inner thigh, then deep throats my cock.
