Page 85 of At His Beck & Call

I open my legs automatically, huffing out a long sigh, my hips beginning to push into the table, wantonly, desperately. I should be ashamed, but with Oliver watching me, I just feel sexy and beautiful.

His hand touches my throat, and I groan, the rush of having him finally beside me overwhelming.

“Are you wet for me, Lissa?” he murmurs, and I widen my legs as his lips twitch up into a satisfied smirk. “So desperate for my cock…”

His hand moves upward, covering the front of my neck with the perfect amount of pressure, squeezing lightly.

“Is this good?”

I nod, trying to convey without words how much I want him to continue.

“I want you to suck me off. Will you do that for me, Lissa?” he says, and I nod as he unbuckles his belt, pulling out his cock and cradling my head with his hand.

“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, as I move to the edge of the table and open my mouth. He pushes his cock all the way to the back of my throat in one motion.

His hand slides down over my body, ripping the towel away, his fingers now slick with oil over my stomach and down between my legs, curling inside me effortlessly as he makes a grunt of satisfaction.

“You’re dripping for me,” I can’t help but moan around his cock. “Open your legs wider.”

As I do it, he pushes two fingers in, and I lift my ass from the table, as he begins to drive his cock into my mouth with hard thrusts.

The next few minutes are just moans, cursing, and wet, slick sounds of pleasure that should embarrass me, but I’m beyond turned on now.

I imagine Felicity walking back in to collect her things and just standing dumbfounded in the doorway as Oliver hammers into my throat, his fingers deep inside me.

A third finger slides in, and I pull off his cock as he moves back, bending down to bite at my nipple, a hand clamping over my mouth as I moan too loudly.

Can she hear us?

He nips at my breasts, licking at them, the oil still slick over my skin, his fingers ramming home relentlessly before he rises, walking to the end of the table and taking hold of my thighs.

“You will be silent,” he says, the command a snap in the quiet room, and harsher than he’s ever been with me before. I love it. The control in his eyes. I don’t have to think, just obey.

He rolls on a condom before his huge cock pushes against my entrance as he pushes his hips forward. He’s filling me to the hilt as I grip the edges of the table, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

So fucking good.

He leans forward, bracing himself on the table, rocking his hips against me at first and then standing back up, taking hold of my legs and yanking my ass off the table, thrusting into me, his eyes never leaving my face.

The massage has us both beyond worked up, and I can already tell he’s close, even as I feel my own orgasm building.

He slaps my ass just once, and I give in to the orgasm completely, clenching down on his dick and arching off the table,as he sighs, going still, his eyes closed, face turned upward to the ceiling as his cock twitches deep inside me.

“Next time I’m going to fill you up and watch my cum spill out of you, Lissa. Is that clear?” he growls, leaning over the table toward me.

I nod, shuddering as he continues thrusting, thumbing my clit to make me writhe as he gives a low chuckle as I spasm again, almost coming twice in the space of thirty seconds.

I collapse back onto the table, panting heavily, as Oliver pulls out of me, losing the condom and throwing it in the trash.

He pulls off his jacket and tie, a thin film of sweat on his forehead from the exertion, then moves around to the edge of the table, his arms going beneath me as he lifts me and takes me into the bathroom, putting me gently on my feet.

“Give me five minutes, and then come back in.”

Then he’s gone. I take the chance to clean up a little, but it isn’t long before the door opens again and Oliver returns, tugging me into the main office, walking steadily over to the chair where he sits down.

I’m still naked as he tugs me against him, pulling me into his lap and cradling me in his arms.

The massage table and Felicity are gone, and it’s very quiet in the room.