~ 26 ~
THEO
The military-grade encryption stared back at me, taunting me like a promise just out of reach. Whoever Donovan had hired to write it was both a genius, and an asshole. My emotions were a strange, volatile mix of admiration, interwoven tightly with fury.
“Hey…”
A pair of warm hands slid over my shoulders, kneading them gently in the darkness. I sighed as Peyton’s thumbs dug in, her welcome touch eliciting waves of instant exhilaration edged with shivers of excitement.
“Why don’t you take a break,” she whispered huskily, into my ear.
Her hot breath melted my tired body in so many places, while making me stiff in others.
“I… I uh…”
“Theo,” she murmured, planting a series of soft kisses along my neck. “I’m not asking you. I’mtellingyou.”
She continued kissing and massaging me for a while, before eventually leading me away with one delicate hand. I followed willingly, my eyes drinking her in. By the light of my laptop I could see she was wearing nothing but boy shorts and a baby blue T-shirt, stretched tightly over her ample breasts. She caught me looking, smiled, and pulled that shirt upward, and right over her head…
Then she shoved me back into the softness of the couch, knelt before me, and worked my shorts and boxers down with two eager hands.
Holy shit…
My cock sprang free, nearly hitting her in the face. Peyton’s eyes went wide, as if remembering my size. Then she chuckled, wrapped a fist around it, and licked it up and down.
“Wow, Theo,” she murmured, rubbing it lovingly against her cheek, “If I’d only known you had this, we could’ve been doing this months ago.”
Her eyes fucked mine, as she dragged the flat of her hot, glistening tongue along the underside of my shaft. My dick jumped, like it had been hit by lightning. Peyton chuckled again, and leaned forward to kiss me.
“You relax and enjoy,” she murmured, grinning wickedly. “This won’t take long. I can promise you that.”
Her warm breasts rolled forward, enveloping my hardness as she continued kissing me with a hotter, more desperate intensity. It felt incredible, being buried between them. Her hand, still somewhere at the base, squeezing and pumping me into the soft, heavenly valley of those incredible tits.
My mind swam through a warm pool of liquid euphoria — all thoughts of decryption algorithms washedswiftly aside. For a while our tongues danced as we inhaled each other, our roaming fingertips dragging lightly in places that were sweet and romantic.
Then, with a wildly lecherous look, Peyton dropped to her knees again and took me all the way down her throat.
Thus began the most amazing blowjob of my life, and I sank deeper into the couch to enjoy it. I still couldn’t believe she was here; this incredible blonde creature that I’d wanted for so long. I’d loved her from afar, knowing I could never have her, and that pain was still fresh in my mind. Maybe that’s what made it all the more unbelievable; to open my eyes, and see her going down on me. To feel the presence of her kneeling before me; the heat of her mouth, the softness of her tongue. To reach out and sift my hands through that shimmering cascade of platinum hair, as it gently tickled my stomach, and spilled out like liquid honey over my bare, quivering thighs.
Peyton’s soft coos and whimpers were driving me crazy, but it was the wet slurps of her talented mouth that pushed me past the point of no return. Part of me wanted to flip her over, spread her legs, and bury myself between those warm, beautiful thighs. The other part laughed in that’s part’s face, as I bucked upward, grabbed her churning head in my hands, and came like the end of the world.
FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!
My climax was a thing of staggering proportions. I emptied myself completely, exploding upward and outward, swearing and cursing under my breath. But also, as Peyton swallowed me dutifully, muttering the most beautiful words of gratitude I could possibly think of.
And then she was standing over me, gloriously topless. Her wet, swollen lips were curled in a smile of supreme satisfaction. I couldn’t yet move, though. I could barely evensee straight.
But damn, if my tired mind wasn’t suddenly clear again.
“You can go back to work now,” she pointed at my still-glowing screen. “For as little or as long as you like. Either way, you’ll find me in your bed. I’ll be keeping it warm for when you get there.”
Spent and sated, my body continued its spiraling journey toward the center of the couch. In a daze, my eyes followed her out of the room.
“And just so you know,” she called over her shoulder, “I tend to sleep naked.”
