"I am." I slip my hand into his jeans. Rub him over his boxers. Only that one tiny layer of fabric between my hand and his cock. "But you already know that."
He nods.
"You love that I drive you crazy."
"Yeah."
"That I make you hard."
"Yeah."
"And leave you to wait and wait and wait… until I release you." I find the opening in his boxers. Run my thumb over his tip.
"Fuck," he breathes.
"You want this."
He nods.
"I'm doing it for you, sir." I look up at him. "Because I want to please you." I run my thumb over him again. Then I release him. Shift back enough to do away with my bra.
His eyes go wide as I slide off my panties.
"You are right. It's cruel… to cause this situation and leave you alone with it."
"It is." He nods. "You have great power—" He almost laughs.
"Great responsibility." I smile. It's funny. It's ridiculous. But there's enough truth in it it's really fucking hot.
I do drive Oliver wild. I do make him hard. And he does suffer with pent-up desire until he finally fucks himself.
And now—
"I've wound you tight." I bring my hand to his t-shirt. Pull it over his head.
He tosses it aside. "Made me hard."
I nod. "Made you fuck yourself thinking of me. Again and again." I find his waistband. Undo the button. "Tortured you again and again."
He nods.
"And now I'm asking for a favor. I should be asking for forgiveness." I push his jeans off his hips. Then the boxers. "I should beg you. For the privilege of releasing you."
"You should."
I press my lips to his as I wrap my hand around his cock.
He slips his tongue into my mouth as I pump him with a steady stroke.
Again.
And again.
Until he's groaning against my mouth. And rocking his hips to meet me.
He pulls back with a sigh. "You should." He motions to the jacket on the table. A cushion. For my knees. "You should beg for it."
I nod. Step back to grab the jacket. Drop it at his feet.
Bend.
Fall on to it. "Please." I run my thumb over his tip. "May I please suck you off?"
"Fuck." His hand curls around the back of my head. "Luna—"
"Please, Oliver."
"You don't—"
"I know." I look up at him. "I want to." I shift back into character. "I want the privilege of releasing you." I'm not saying it to play this game. I do. I really fucking do.
He nods.
"Of making you come."
"Fuck." His hand knots in my hair. "You lead, angel. Show me exactly how much you want me."
I wrap my fingers around his cock. Hold him in place as I bring my lips to his tip.
A soft brush. Enough to tease him. To taste him.
Salt and soap and something all Oliver.
Then a little harder.
Harder.
Enough, he shudders.
I look up at him as I wrap my lips around him.
His blue eyes fill with the perfect mix of need and satisfaction. Then his eyelids flutter closed. His head falls to the left. His fingers dig into my scalp.
I watch pleasure spread over his expression as I take him deeper.
There's something about the feel of him in my mouth. The taste of his skin. The sense of power.
Yes, I'm naked, on my knees, in the locked office at his work.
But I'm the one driving him out of his mind. I'm the one bringing him bliss. I'm the one in control.
And I…
I trust him.
It feels ridiculous, thinking it now, but I do. I trust him to care about what I need, what I want, what I'm willing to offer.
I pull back to his tip. Wrap my lips around my teeth. Run my mouth over him again.
He's big. I can only take so much, even with my hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
But he still shudders every time I run my mouth over him.
I do it again and again.
He presses his fingers into the back of my head, not pushing or pulling, just moving in time with my motions.
His free hand finds my chin, shoulder, chest.
He toys with my nipple as I work him. Softly at first.
Then harder, as I pull back to suck on his tip. To flick my tongue against him. To run my lips around him.
I gauge his reactions. He shudders as I flick my tongue against the bottom of his tip. He groans when I wrap my lips around him.
And when I suck softly—
He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
My sex clenches.
His hand knots in my hair. His eyes close. His thighs shake.
"Fuck, Luna." He works me with that same rough touch. "Don't stop, angel. I want to come on those perfect tits."
I suck on his tip until he groans. Then I wrap my lips around my teeth. Pull back. Take him as deep as I can.
He toys with my nipple as I work him.
His touch gets rougher as I suck harder.
The two of us in this perfect cycle. Me bringing him to the brink; him teasing me, harder and harder and harder.
His breath quickens.
His thighs shake.
I bring my free hand to his hip. Dig my fingers into the flesh of his ass. Pull him just a little deeper.
It's almost too much. But I swallow. Relax my throat. Manage to take him.
For a moment, his eyelids flutter open. He looks down at me like I'm heaven-sent.
Then his eyes close.
And his groans run together.
I take him again.
Again.
Again.
"Fuck, angel." He tugs at my hair. "I'm gonna come."
I take him one more time.
Then he pulls harder. Shifts back.
Groans my name as he spills on my chest.
It's as perfect as I imagined. So low and deep it fills the room.
"Fuck." He runs his fingers over my jawline. Reaches out. Offers his hand.
I take it. Let him help me to my feet. Let him clean me up.
Let him kiss me so hard I see stars.
And when he slips his hand between my legs and groans, "You need to come now."
I have the good sense to agree.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Oliver
Luna holds a short blue dress to her chest. A cheap polyester thing that screams cop in a porno.
My cock whines fuck yes, right now.
"It suits me." She places the hat on her head. Cocks a finger gun. "I'm going to need you to step out of the car, sir. And if you fuck with me, I'll fuck you up."
"Already abusing your power."
She nods. "You love it."
Too much. "Gonna take you right here if you keep going."
"Excuse me, sir." She slips deeper into her role. "I'm the one issuing orders here." She closes the distance between us. Places one hand on my chest. Pushes just hard enough I feel it. "And you won't be taking anything. Except your clothes. Off."
"Oh?"
She holsters her invisible gun. "So. Let's go. I need to see if you're hiding evidence."
I motion to the quiet shop behind us. Sure, it's empty. But it's still a public place.