I nodded. “Whatever you got is good.”
She grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to me. “Sorry, no beer,” she laughed.
“If there was, I might consider working here if you and Leona drink while you help plan people’s dream houses.”
She plopped back in her chair. “I’ll be sure to let Boomer and Post know they could get more employees if they offered an open bar.”
“Pretty sure people would love to go to work if open bars were available.”
“Definitely would make work more interesting.”
We chatted while we finished eating, and I couldn’t help but notice how easily Raelyn and I seemed to be with each other. Whether we were talking about her job, her sister, Leona, or the fact Leona hadn’t come home last night, I was fully engaged and hanging on her every word.
“I’m pretty sure Leona was still holed up with Barracuda when I left.”
“Shut up,” Raelyn gasped. She grabbed our empty containers and dropped them in the trash. “Also, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me Leona never made it home when I texted you.”
I shrugged and snagged her by the hand when she walked past me. “I didn’t want to worry you on top of everything else. I knew she was in good hands with Barracuda.” I pulled her to me and into my lap.
She laughed and wound her arms around my neck. “I’ve never had the pleasure of sitting like this at work before.”
I brushed her hair behind her ear. “It’s been too long since I kissed you, and I saw my opening.”
“Is that so?” she whispered.
I nodded. “It is, pretty girl.”
Her lips hovered over mine. “So, are you going to kiss me, then?”
“Don’t gotta ask me twice, pretty girl.” I closed the gap between us, and her fingers delved into my hair. She moaned under my kiss, and she plastered her body against mine.
The kiss went wild.
My hands roamed over her back and tugged the hem of her shirt up. I touched the warm, bare skin of her back and growled. “You’re perfect, Raelyn.”
She mewled into my mouth and dug her fingers into my hair. She twisted in my arms and straddled my waist.
There was no stopping this kiss. We had only known each other a short time, but the sexual tension that had built between us was more than either of us could take anymore.
I bunched her shirt up and pulled it over her head.
“Playboy,” she gasped.
“No one comes in here, right?” I growled.
She shook her head but looked around unsure.
I stood, her lush body in my arms, and stalked to the front door. I was going to make Raelyn mine. Nothing was going to stop me.
I twisted the lock on the door. “Better?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Much better.” I strode over to the closest desk and cleared everything off it with a sweep of my hand. I sat her ass on the edge, and my fingers went to the button of her pants.
I popped it open and slid the zipper down.
“We’re really doing this here?” she panted.
My eyes connected with hers. “Nothing is going to stop me unless you tell me no.”
“Not saying no. Just needed a second to get some oxygen back to my brain.” A wonky smile spread across her lips.
“Got enough oxygen now?”
She grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me close. “Oxygen is overrated.” She plastered her lips to mine, and I growled into her mouth. Her tongue moved against mine, and she grabbed my shirt. She ripped it off and tossed it on the floor. Her hands went to the fly of my jeans and clawed to pop open the button.
I brushed her hands away and had my pants open within seconds. She pushed them down my legs and gasped when her eyes found my dick bobbing between them. She pressed a hand to my chest and pushed me back. My pants were around my ankles.
She dropped to her knees in front of me. “Holy fuck.” She tipped her head back and looked up at me. “This is mine.”
Whatever she wanted, she could fucking have.
Her hand wrapped around my dick, and she stroked slowly.
My sweet little Raelyn had turned into a vixen who had eyes only for my dick. I didn’t know where she had learned her moves, but I was fucking thankful she knew them.
Her lips wrapped around my cock, and her tongue swirled over the tip.
I delved my fingers into her hair and watched as her head bobbed up and down. One hand stayed at the base of my cock and the other laid in her lap.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. I wanted my cock in her mouth and her fingers in her pussy.
Her eyes opened, and she stared up at me as my cock slowly slid down her throat. Her hand moved from her thigh and crept into her open pants. She raised up, her knees still on the floor, but her hand now on her pussy.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” I asked.
She moaned on my dick.
“Stroke that clit. Imagine it’s my tongue.”
She wasn’t going to have to imagine for long. She had about thirty seconds before I picked her up and laid her out on the desk so I could devour her.
A gasp escaped her lips, and I slipped my dick further down her throat. She gagged slightly but didn’t move her head back. Her eyes connected with mine, and she swallowed around my cock.
“Holy shit,” I groaned.
She swallowed again, and I was seconds from coming down her throat.
I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up and onto the desk in one swoop. I pushed her legs up so her heels rested on the desk and she was spread wide for me. I devoured her pussy. The sweet taste coated my tongue as her fingers delved into my hair and she held me in place.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned. “God, yes!”
I sucked her clit into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Her hips bucked up, pressing her pussy into my face, and I dug in deeper.
Raelyn’s pleasure was the only thing I wanted. Her moans and pants of desire spurred me on until she cried out. “Playboy!” she yelled. “I’m coming!”
Her already wet pussy flooded around me, and I lapped at her clit with short, firm strokes with my tongue. She chanted my name, her orgasm crashing around her. Her body slowly relaxed until her ass was finally back on the desk, and her fingers eased in my hair.
I leaned back and wiped my face with the back of my hand. “Ready for more, pretty girl?”
She closed her eyes and bit her lip. “There’s more?” she whispered.
“We’re just getting started.”
*
Raelyn
I was going to die right then and there.
Playboy’s mouth on me was more than I had ever felt before.
When he had dropped his pants, I couldn't control myself. I needed to know what he tasted like and nothing was going to stop me from finding out.
The salty taste of his dick lingered in my mouth, and I wanted more. I just wasn’t sure I could take more after that Earth-shattering orgasm.
Playboy crouched down for a second and popped back up with a condom in his hand. He raised it to his mouth and tore off the corner with his teeth. “Been wanting to fuck you since the night you knocked on my door, pretty girl. I know what your mouth feels like around my dick, but now I need to know what that pussy feels like.”
He rolled the condom onto his cock, and I just watched. Playboy was a beautiful sight that begged to not only be looked at but also touched. I could spend hours exploring him visually and touching him, and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.