I took care with the silver oval knob, because with my luck, it would snap off. A few steps in and I froze, my mouth parting on a silent gasp. A lamp illuminated the area around the desk with golden light, giving me a clear view.
Samuel Astor leaned back in his chair with his member in his hand. The lamp on his desk illuminated one side of his face. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at me, but he hadn’t released his hold on his maleness. My face warmed, but I couldn’t move if I had wanted to. I stood glued to the spot. His thumb smoothed over the glistening top.
The same warmth he’d spawned to life in my belly earlier today swelled with a vengeance, making me squeeze my legs together. I clenched his suit in my hands. My breathing turned audible until I almost panted.
Mr. Astor glided his hand up and then down. He raked his teeth over his lower lip, biting it so hard it looked like it hurt. I helplessly took a step toward him, not able to tear my gaze away from his pumping hand. His hips twitched and his neck strained.
“Come here,” he murmured. The dry cleaning slipped out of my fingers and thumped on the ground.
I was a puppet at his command. My feet moved without my conscious prodding, and I floated over to him. His knees were spread and only a few feet away. He looked up at me with a sultry look in his golden eyes. It made me hot and I squeezed my legs together again. I couldn’t control my harsh breathing.
“Get on your knees.”
His order caused a deep, wrenching need in my gut . . . and lower until it was hyper sensitive between my thighs. His magnetism narrowed my focus until he filled my sight. Only twice had I been around him and he overpowered my senses. I never did anything like this, but I wanted to put the red, glistening member in my mouth. To grip the knot at his base. A throb shot heat down below in my already aching core.
I dropped to my knees, lifting my eyes to his. I blinked, waiting for what he would order me to do next.
“You’re such an attentive good girl, aren’t you?” He hummed.
A pleased feeling expanded in my chest. The praise short-circuited my brain and I swayed toward him. “Go on.”
His hand slipped off his member and I gingerly took hold of him. My fingers refused to meet because of his size. I had never seen such a big thing like this. I knew the general idea of how sex worked but was too busy to involve myself with boys back home. This felt sinful, and I liked it. I rubbed my thumb on the silky shaft.
“You’re soft,” I whispered, peeking up at him through my eyelashes. He groaned and with the sound came a burst of moisture budding at the tip.
I hesitantly licked it up while peeking at him. He tasted yummy.
“Good girl,” he murmured huskily. Another murmur of praise that caused the throb at the apex of my thighs to feel painful until slick wet my panties. “Those big brown eyes remind me of a little bunny.”
“C-can I lick more?” I asked, huskily.
“All you want,” he breathed.
I hummed happily and lapped at the tip; more liquid kept coming out. Everything negative from the day retreated to the background. Wrapping my lips around the tip, I sucked. A calm flooded my system as it never had before. Like a blanket curledaround me. My eyelids drooped as I happily swallowed the liquid he gifted me, and rubbed my palm down to the swell of his knot. The knot made for Omegas.
I squeezed my thighs even tighter.
“Goddammit, I can’t hold it anymore,” he snarled. Flinching, I stopped, my shoulders drawing up near my ears. I’d made him angry?
“I’m sorry,” I lifted my head with a gasp, still keeping the double handed grip on his member. I clenched him nervously.
His palm cupped my cheek. “Shh, little bunny, I’m not angry,” his voice returned to that sweet, low, calming tone that soothed my anxiety.
Relief drooped my shoulders, and his palm urged my head back to him. I licked the gathered liquid at the top and dared to pop the tip in my mouth again.
I suckled, my eyes falling closed as the worry faded again. I swirled my tongue around the tip, not knowing what I was doing but just taking joy in savoring the taste. My fingers clutched his knot and a vein throbbed under my palm.
His breathing stuttered, turning into a sawing ragged gasp. A sudden explosion of his delicious taste filled my mouth. I hummed again. His palm moved closer to my ear and his fingers sank into my hair, rubbing encouragingly.
“Take all of me.” As much as I tried not to let it, some cum spilled from the corner of my mouth. He was just too big.
I curled my fingers into the waist of his open slacks, hungry to touch his strong and muscled body. Mr. Astor slid his palm over my head in a smooth glide, and it warmed my insides. I kept sucking even though he was no longer rock hard, enjoying his length in my mouth. He hissed out a breath, and I forced my eyes open.
“Come here,” he murmured, bending forward to grab me under my arms as he did earlier in the day when I’d fallen at hisfeet. I balanced upright, clenching my thighs together. My eyes widened at the dampness between them. Had I peed myself?
Horror swept through my stomach. Slick? The dampness between my thighs was slick. I’d learned everything to do with designations and the challenges that came with each one through the high school curriculum, but I’d not experienced slick likethis.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded.
