Page 47 of My Office Rival (Keep Your Enemy Closer #2)

CYNTHIA

I waited on the floor and I understood why Jason had said no pillow. Anticipation made my head swim, but the roughness of the carpet on my knees grounded me, the sensation pulling me back into my body when I thought I might float away.

His slow tread on the stairs made my stomach jerk. I was slick between my legs already, wanting this, wanting to feel what he felt, to understand what he needed.

The door creaked open, and I looked up. Bare feet, fine wool slacks on those strong legs.

He ignored me as he unbuttoned his white shirt and let the halves flap open.

Just that glimpse of his stomach shot lust through me.

He opened a drawer, idly running his fingers over the contents, before selecting a few ties and tossing them on the bed.

When he finally turned, my breathing was shallow, my breasts heavy.

It’s so hot that he’s ignoring me. Like I was something to be used for his pleasure. Or my own.

He stepped in and brushed my hair back off my face, his face tight, but his eyes soft. “This okay?” he murmured.

“Yes.” I tipped my head up, affection for him spreading like warm honey. He dropped a kiss to my lips, gently, then harder, slipping his tongue into my mouth, taking control of my head with his hand on my jaw.

When he finally pulled away, the outline of his erection was pressed against his pants. He swiftly pulled them down, followed by his briefs. My eyes arrowed to his cock, and I swayed forward. I wanted to suck him down, make him go limp under me.

“Stop.” His voice was a whip. “Don’t move unless I tell you to move.”

I froze.

“Cynthia.”

I raised my head to meet those soft eyes. They were filled with an emotion I couldn’t name. My heart thudded.

“Sweetheart. I’m going to walk you through this, okay? I don’t want you to be scared. Don’t forget your safe word, please.”

I smiled up at him, trusting him, wanting more. “I want this, Jason.”

His hand tangled and tugged at my hair. The sharp edge of pain brought me straighter. He stepped in until his thick erection was right there. He fisted it roughly and tapped it against my mouth.

“Open,” he said. I opened. The tip of his cock slid between my lips.

“Suck,” he commanded.

So I did.

His harsh breaths were music to my ears as I swirled my tongue around the crown and then sucked him down in deep draws.

“That feels so fucking good,” he muttered. “Relax, sweetheart. Relax. Sit on your hands.” His voice was firm but coaxing. Normally, I’d grab him, fight for control, but I wanted the full experience. I tucked my hands beneath my shins and forced my shoulders down.

“That’s right. Now relax your cheeks. See how good this feels? More.” He started to thrust in, gently, his hand around his erection to control the depth. “Oh, fuck.” He blew out a breath. “Relax your throat. Tap my thigh if this becomes too much. I’m going to fuck your mouth. ”

Oh fuck. My pulse beat between my legs. His shallow thrusts hit the back of my throat, and I gagged a little.

“That’s all I’ll give you. Take it. Relax.

Just be.” His words were soothing, and I closed my eyes, savoring the roughness of his hand in my hair, the taste of him on my tongue.

All I had to do was take it. Even with the slight gagging and the saliva gathering in my mouth, it was hot as hell.

Fuck, that’s good. His breath came in pants, a low noise tearing from his chest every time he hit the back of my throat.

I felt my jaw relax, my throat open a little more.

“Good.” He hissed. “So fucking good. You look so hot like that on your knees. Stay like that, sweetheart.”

His words, his reactions, his touch. I trembled.

It’s too much. Too much and not enough. I was empty, my core pulsing in time to his thrusts, and I couldn’t get enough friction from pressing my legs together.

I sobbed out a little frustrated noise, and he jerked out of me.

His eyes were wild and his body shaking a little.

He grabbed me around the rib cage, scooped me against him. “You did so well. Just a little more.” He spoke into my hair, pressing gentle kisses, before dropping me on the bed and flipping me to my stomach.

“Stay there,” he commanded.