Somehow I found myself in the cheerfully opulent reception area, where the woman Riley was still at her post behind the polished counter. Bright, harmless music tinkled from hidden speakers.
"Mr Reynolds is coming out now," she told me.
I nodded, and took a seat on the plush sofa to the side.
When he comes out to reception he pulls me up by my arms from the couch, "Are you all right?" he asked under his breath, to low for the reception woman to hear. His voice was rough - if velvet can be rough - with anxiety. Still stressed by our earlier conversation, I imagined.
"When do you finish work?" I squeak.
"Sweetheart, whats wrong?" I feel the lump in my throat stop me from saying anything, so instead I shake my head biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. A bad tendency of mine that seems to be getting worse. "Hey, Hey stop that," he coos, and smooths his thumb over the cut.
"Are you finished soon?" I repeat.
"I have a conference call at 9:30, I thought that you were staying at the dorms tonight."
"I was? Oh sorry," I start to tear.
"Emma. Don't cry." He places his hand on the small of my back and guide me to his office. Thankfully it was already 8:30, and nearly everyone had left except two who remain in cubicles as I imaged to probably impress the boss.
"Sor-sorry," I blubber.
He locks the door behind us and flips the switch to engage the opaque glass.
"I'd better make you sit down before you fall," he say weary. "Jesus, what the hell happened?" But I only shook my head again and sank to the carpeted floor. "Mi amour?"
It was only then that I realize I was shaking, shaking hard, my entire frame vibrating until my teeth chattered and the room around me seemed to wobble and blur in my eyes. I heard a sound that didn't make sense, a strange, ripping counterpart to the otherwise cheery background music. Distracted by the shaking, I couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"Shh, Emma, shh," Jacob said as he pulled me onto the sofa.
Then I understood. Oh. The noise was me. The ripping sound was the sobs coming from my chest. That's what was shaking me.
"It's all right, I'm here and I love you. It's all okay," he chanted again and again. He pulled me onto his lap and shrugged off his expensive suit to put around my shivering frame.
I knew it was stupid to react like this. I was the one who cheated. I should be consoling him. This was all selfish of me, and some part of me knew that this would be the last time he ever held me like this.
But, behind my eyes where the tears could not wash the memory away, his lips on mine. Mine on his. Ours on eachother. I knew it was a mistake the moment it happened. And now I have majorly ruined everything good in my life.
"I am so sorry Jacob," I sobbed.
"For what?," he whispered.
"I'm so horrible."
"No. No your not. Nothing you could ever do is too horrible."
I rested my head against his chest, and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. "Yes it is. You'll never forgive me."
Jacob didn't answer. His expression twisted in response to what I'd said.
As I stared at his too beautiful face, trying to understand the change, it suddenly struck me that I was really here, in Jacob's arms, a soon to be fleetingly moment, and at this exact moment we would also have our last moment.
"Oh, Jacob," I cried, and I was sobbing again. It was such a stupid reaction. The tears were too thick for me to see his face again. What I've done is inexcusable. I didn't initiate the kiss. but I let it happened and...and I reciprocated for even a split second. Maybe two. I know now that it wasn't sexual attraction that made me do it. But anger towards Jacob, which, I'm not sure if it is worse or not.
"What's wrong?" he asked, still anxious, rubbing my back with gentle pats. "You can tell me."
I wrapped my arms around his neck - what was the worst he could do? Just push me away - and hugged myself closer to him. "Not tonight" I responded. My voice broke twice.
"Emma I really think you should-"
"Not tonight," I responded pleadingly.
He sighed. "Okay. I'll get Peter to come pick you up and take you home-the apartment- and I should gte there a little after 11."
I shake my head, "Can I just stay on the lounge? I want to be near you."
"Okay," he says worried and meticulously studies my face.I gaze into his face. I know he's probably really confused right now, and has a lot of questions. But I don't have the answers, well, I can't admit them yet. I bring my mouth up to his and begin to grown hungry fro his kiss. "Baby, we shouldn't. Your not okay."
"Please," I whimper. "I need this."
With methodical deliberation, he removed his vest, tie, and shirt. I watched him, obsessed with the masculine perfection of him. "We could be interrupted," he said. "Or overheard."
"Would that bother you?"
"Only if it bothers you." He started to work on opening his fly.
"You're provoking me. You'd never risk us being interrupted."
"Not that I'd stop. I can't think of anything capable of stopping me once I'm inside you." He took my phone from my hand and dropped it into the floor. "You've got too many clothes on."
Wrapping his arms around me, Jacob lowered the zipper at my back with practiced ease, his lips whispering across mine. "I'll try not to get you too messy."
"I like messy."
He tugged my panties down below the curve of my butt, then sat me back down on the couch, crouching in front of me. As he pulled my underwear past my strappy heels, he asked, "Are you sure everything okay, mi amour?"
"Yeah." I smiled and touched his cheek. He always checked to see where my head was at before he took over my body. "Everything will be fine."
Jacob pulled my hips to the very edge of the sofa with my legs on either side of him, exposing my cleft to his gaze. "What's got you so horney today."
"You."
"Excellent answer."
I pushed at his shoulder. "You're wearing the suit you wore the day after we first had sex."
He pressed my thighs wide with gentle hands, his thumb stroking over my clit. My sex quivered as pleasure pulsed through me as he lowered his head.
I grasped desperately at the cushion beneath me, my stomach tightening as his tongue licked leisurely through my slit. He rimmed the trembling opening to my sex, teasing me before his tongue sank into me. I arched violently, my back bowing while he tormented the tender flesh.
"That day. The one after we fucked." he purred, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, his hands holding me down when I would've bucked into the caress. "I was so scared that I'd scared you away for good. I mean, I just stole your virtue and we weren't even dating. But it was the best fuck I'd ever had and I knew that sex or no sex I loved you."
"God. Jacob," I moaned, seduced by the sight of him savoring me so intimately. It was a fantasy come true—the dark and dangerous sex god in the breathtaking suit, servicing me with that sculpted mouth made for driving women wild.
"So many bad things went into my mind. I wanted t punish you for running away and worrying me. I imagined your wrists pinned down by my hands," he went on roughly, "me forcing you to take it over and over. Your hard little nipples swollen from my mouth. Your lips red and wet from sucking my cock. The room filled with those sexy sounds you make ... those helpless whimpers when you can't stop coming."
I whimpered then, biting my lip as he fluttered over my clit with the wicked lash of his tongue. I hooked one leg over his bare shoulder, the heat of his skin scorching the sensitive flesh at the back of my knee. "I want what you want."
His grin flashed. "I know."
He sucked me, drawing on the tight bundle of nerves. I climaxed with a breathless cry, my legs shaking with the rush of release.
I was still quivering with pleasure when he urged me back lengthwise on the couch, his big body looming over me, his cock thrusting upward from where he'd shoved his briefs down just enough to free it. I reached for him, wanting to feel him in my hands, but he caught my wrists and pinned my arms.
"I like you like this," he said darkly. "Held prisoner for my lust."
Jacob's eyes were intent on my face, his lips glistening from my climax, his chest heaving. I was mesmerized by the difference between the virile male about to take me like an animal and the civilized businessman who'd inspired my searing lust to begin with.
"I love you," I told him, panting as the broad head of his cock slid heavily through my swollen cleft. He pushed against me, parting the slick opening.
"Mi amour." With a groan, he buried his face in my throat and surged inside me, the thick length of his rigid penis tunneling deep. Gasping my name, he ground his hips against me, trying to get deeper, shoving and circling, screwing. "Christ, I need you."
The desperation in his voice took me by surprise. I wanted to touch him, but he held me down, his hips working restlessly. The feel of him inside me, so hot, the wide crest rubbing and massaging, was driving me out of my mind. I screwed him back, unable to stop, the two of us straining together.
His lips brushed against my temple. "When I saw you standing in the lobby just now, in your pretty yellow dress, you looked so bright and beautiful. So perfect."
My throat tightened. "Jacob." I struggled to get my hands free. "Let me touch you."
He held both my wrists in one hand and cupped my butt in the other, lifting me as he pulled out, then thrust deep.
I moaned, rippling around him, my sex sucking ravenously at his thickness. "Oh God, it's so good. You feel so good ..."
"I want to come all over you, come inside you. I want you on your knees and on your back. And you want me this way. Everytime I push inside you and I can't take it." His mouth lowered to mine, sucking erotically. "I need you so much."
"Jacob. Let me touch you."
His kiss was wild and wet, passionate. His lips slanted over mine, his tongue fucking deep and fast. "And I put my greedy hands all over you. I defile you. And you love it."
"I love you."
He stroked into me and I writhed, my thighs grasping his pumping hips. "Fuck me. Oh, Jacob. Fuck me hard."
Digging his knees in, he gave me what I begged for, powering into me. His cock plunged into me over and over, his groans and fevered words of lust gusting against my ear.
My core tightened, my clit throbbing with every impact of his pelvis against mine. His heavy sac smacked against the curve of my buttocks and the couch thumped against the bare concrete, inching forward as Jacob pounded into me, every muscle in his body flexing on his downstrokes.
The obscene sounds of furious sex drowned out the awareness of the workers only yards away. The race to climax drove us both, our bodies the outlet for the violence of our emotions.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," he growled, sweat sliding down his temple.
Just the thought of him finishing that way set me off. My sex spasmed in climax, clutching and grabbing at his driving cock, the endless pulses of orgasm radiating outward to my fingers and toes. And still he didn't stop, his hips circling and lunging, expertly pleasuring me until I sagged limp beneath him.
"Emma. Now." He reared back and I followed, scrambling to my knees and sliding my mouth down his glistening erection.
At the first hint of suction, he was coming, spilling over my tongue in powerful bursts. I swallowed repeatedly, drinking him down, relishing the gruff sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from his chest.
His hands were in my hair, his head bowed over me, sweat glistening on his abs. My mouth slid up and down his cock, my cheeks hollowing on drawing pulls.
"Stop," he gasped, pulling me off. "You'll make me hard again."
I looked at the clock on his wall, "You have 3 minutes until your meeting."
"How do I look?"
"Freshly fucked."
"Great," he rolls his eyes and I giggle.
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20 minutes into his meeting and I'm board. He's got a head piece on and talks somewhat briskly into the computer.
I stalk over to the edge of his desk out of frame and sit. Maintaining complete focus, he reaches over and rubs my thigh.
I slide down off the desk so that I am crouching under the desk now. His eyes are ablaze as he stares at me intently. Suddenly something catches his attention in the meeting as he clears his throat and says, "Mhmm, yeah what was that?"
I freed the button of his fly and lowered his zipper. I whispered, "I'm horny."
He pressed a button on his laptop and breathed the word, "Emma." His eyes hot and tender met mine. He cupped my throat, his thumbs brushing over my jaw. "You're unraveling me. Do you know that? Are you doing it on purpose? I'm in a meeting so be quiet."
I reached inside his boxer briefs and wrapped my hands around him, offering up my lips for a kiss. He obliged me, taking my mouth with a fierceness that left me breathless.
"I want you," he growled, pulling his pants down enough to give me the access I needed.
He exhaled harshly. "I'm turning my mic and camera back on now Emma. Behave."
I nod. My lips flowed over the wide crown. He reached back for the edge of his desk, his hands curling around the lip with white-knuckled force. I held him with both hands and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his uniquely appealing scent made me moan. I felt the vibration ripple through his entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in his chest.
Jacob touched my cheek. "I don't care Mark, file the patent and send it to his home address for all I care. I'm not going to get an injunction on my desk first thing tomorrow morning because of you...I don't care, it's an 800 million dollar deal that I won't miss because you hire people of incompetence."
Aroused by his command, I fluttered my tongue across the underside and shivered with delight when he release a hot burst of precum. Fisting the root of him with one hand, I hollowed my cheeks and drew rhythmically, hoping for more.
I wished I had the time to make it last. Drive him crazy. "Get Sommers on the phone then. Yes I know what time it is...well I don't care. Unless his daughters play cost 800 million dollar entry then..." I understood enough of what was going on to understand jacob was being an ass. I stopped what I was doing and shook my head. Clenching his teeth together he spoke into the mic, "Never mine, just get him tomorrow morning first thing." His voice clipped at the end and I ran my teeth ever so lightly along his shaft.
I was so turned on by his pleasure. His hands pushed into my bound hair, pulling and tugging at the roots. I loved how he started out with tenderness, then grew rougher as the lust he felt for me overwhelmed his control.
The soft bite of pain made me hungrier, greedier. My head bobbed as I pleasured him, jacking him with one hand while I sucked and stroked the crest with my mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of his cock, and I slid the flat of my tongue along them, tilting my head to find and caress each one.
He swelled, growing thicker and longer. My knees were uncomfortable, but I didn't care; my gaze was riveted to Jacob as his head fell back and he fought for breath.
He held my head still and took over. Thrusting his hips. Fucking my mouth. Stripped to a level of base need where only the race to orgasm mattered.
The thought made me crazed, the image in my mind of how we must look: Jacob in all his urbane sophistication, standing at the desk where he ruled an empire, stroking his big cock in and out of my greedy mouth .
I gripped his straining thighs in both hands, frantically working my lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were heavy and big, an audacious display of his powerful virility. I cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up.
His hands gripped the edges of his chair and his knuckles turned white. His grip tightened in my hair and is voice was a guttural rasp, "Well if that's all-" I could now see seat from along his hairline as he struggles to maintain his orgasm. He tried to use one hands to slow me down, but I just pinned his wrist to the seat. "Okay thank you-" he basically grunted at the camera. His jaw was clenched so tightly in concentration willing himself not to come yet, so I only moved my mouth even quicker. "Iris, I believe we can save that until next time-" He groaned and slammed the computer lid shut, ripping off the head set.
The first spurt of semen was so thick, I struggled to swallow. Mindless in his pleasure, Jacob was thrusting against the back of my throat, his cock throbbing with every wrenching pulse into my mouth. My eyes watered and my lungs burned, but still I pumped my fists, milking him. His entire body shuddered as I took everything he had. The sounds he made and the muttered, breathless praise were the most gratifying I'd ever heard.
I licked him clean, marveling at how he didn't fully soften even after an explosive orgasm. He was still capable of fucking me senseless and more than willing to, I knew. But there was no time and I was happy about that. I wanted to do this for him. For us. For me, really, because I needed to know I could indulge in a selfless sexual act without feeling taken advantage of. But really, I was trying to make up for my transgressions. "I thought I was about to come in front of an entire board Emma. You and your devilish mouth are pure evil." I got up from under the desk and cured myself into his lap, and he held me close, steadying his breathing.