Page 124 of Hate You Up Close

“What the fuck…You were fine like two minutes ago?”

Gripping his shaft with one hand, I flex my tongue, caressing the head of his cock and licking between the valley of his leaking slit.

“Fucking hell,” Elliot grits out. “I’m going to com…Completely throw my guts up any second now.”

I chuckle silently around his dick at his save.

“Dude,” Zion gasps. “You’re sweating. Do you need water or something? I think I have a box of Tums in my office.”

“N-No,” Elliot grunts. “I need you to leave before I…”

I release his tip, grazing my nose down his wet length before I suck one of his heavy balls into my mouth.

“Oh Godddd…” Elliot groans like he’s in pain.

Sweet, sweet pain.

“Okay, yeah. I love you bro, but fuck this,” Zion rushes out. I hear him quickly stand from the chair. “You know I have a weak stomach. It’ll be a fucking mess in here if we both start throwing up. Just…text me and let me know you’re alright. Okay?”

I continue pumping Elliot in firm but slow strokes as I suck and caress his tightening balls with my tongue.

“Maybe this will persuade you to stop drinking so much,” Zion adds with concern.

“Get…the…fuck…out,” Elliot pants, trying his best to keep his shit together.

I hear Zion spin and run towards the door, like he can’t get out fast enough.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Elliot pushes back his chair and all but rips me out from beneath the desk. With his hand gripping my ribcage, he spins me around and bends me over the desk until my aching breasts are pushed against the dark mahogany.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he says through gritted teeth.

I can feel the heat of his body behind me as he lifts up my dress over my thighs. I feel the cool air hit my backside seconds before I feel the sting of his palm come down against my ass.

My body jerks forward from his slap as the sting sends heat waves rushing to my core.

He just spanked me.

My boss just fucking spanked me. And I liked it.

My insides are practically singing for him, chanting for him to do it again.

As if he can read my mind, his hand comes down a second time, smacking me in the same tender spot. I let out a small whimper and he immediately soothes me, rubbing his palm in gentle circles over the sore spot.

“What thefuckwere you thinking, Roxanne?” he asks sharply before dipping his fingers into the hem of my panties and sliding them down my legs.

I push back against him, moaning as the base of his dick nestles between my wet slit.

“Are you trying to get us both fired?” he hisses, reaching his hand beneath me to pinch my swollen clit. Little fireworks shoot off from where he’s touching me, causing my entire body to jolt.

“No,” I pant, grinding back against him as he rubs my clit in little circles. “I’m trying…to fuck you,” I moan.

“Shit,” he groans at the same time I hear his desk drawer slide open. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

I hear the rip of a condom before I feel his hot tip nudge against my entrance.

If it weren't for Elliot’s text, it would be a red flag that he casually had condoms in his desk drawer. But after he promised to bend me over his desk and fuck me, he proceeded to text me just to let me know that he bought a box of condoms and placed them in his desk for this very moment.

I just didn’t realize it would be happening so soon.