I grit my teeth, unable to take my gaze off my beautiful Bluebird, quivering under my desk, sucking my cock with expert precision, while I pump her face faster over my cock.
It's wrong...so fucking wrong, and my moral compass is completely gone. Everything about the seduction of her under my desk, getting off on blowing me taps into something I never thought I possessed.
Casey's voice stays loud and constant, with her eyes shut. I don't register the numbers, unable to decipher anything but Blue and sensations attacking me.
My hands tighten in her hair. I ground through my thighs, through the soles of my shoes pressed flat against the floor.
I've done crisis containment in rooms filled with screaming, bleeding people. I can do this,I tell myself, then tear my eyes to Casey.
"Eighty Mississippi. Eighty-one Mississippi."
Blue flicks her tongue on my cock, and sucks so hard I fracture. A violent tremor hits me, and I cum into her mouth with an unexpected force.
I grip the edge of the desk and curl her hair around my fist, convulsing while she swallows me with her eyes rolling and body trembling as hard as mine.
"What now, Dr. Mercer?" Casey questions.
I jerk my head toward her, relieved she still has her eyes closed. I manage, "Don't move. Count to one hundred in your head now."
Silence fills the air, along with our arousal so thick, I don't know how Casey can't smell it. I study Blue as she continues to work her clit, not taking her mouth off me, until I can't handle it anymore and push her away.
"Don't open your eyes," I growl, sliding my chair back so I can zip my pants.
"I'm not," Casey whines.
"Good."
Blue blinks hard a few times, then locks her eyes on mine. A drop of cum glistens in the corner of her mouth. She licks her lips slowly, twice, then curls her finger at me.
I hesitate.
She shoots me a challenging look, continuing to motion.
I secure my belt and slide my chair back toward her. In a quick move, she reaches up and shoves her fingers in my mouth.
I groan internally, the scent and taste of her sweet saltiness overpowering me and making my cock twitch again.
She smirks, pulls them out of my mouth, and shimmies her dress over her hips. She sits back against the side of my desk, then tugs at the strings of her blush silk panties, and each side falls, revealing her glistening pussy.
Another round of heat flares inside me. I grip the armrest.
"What now?" Casey asks.
"Do it again. You're doing great," I add, and double-check her eyes are still shut before resting back on my Bluebird.
"Okay, but I think I'm calm now."
"Keep counting," I firmly assert, then reiterate, "You're doing well. This is exactly what you need."
Blue bunches her panties in a ball and tosses them on my lap.
I freeze, staring at them, my mouth watering.
She turns her body toward mine, then sits with her legs crisscrossed and her pussy on full display.
Unable to stop myself, I stare at her swollen clit, grab her panties, and hold them to my nose. I inhale deeply, over and over, until Casey interjects.
"Done."
