Page 106 of Kismet

My open palms rub up and down his thighs slowly, sensually, and my mouth waters when my gaze drops to the prominent bulge waiting for me. Instinctively, my tongue slides across my bottom lip, wetting it, as I peer back up at Stone, who, of course, is already watching me.

There’s something so fucking sexy about hearing him ramble on about budgets and finances and reports while not being able to take his eyes off me and every move I make. I bring my face down, nuzzling into his crotch and inhaling his scent. My tongue darts out and licks along the length of his barely contained bulge. He stumbles over his words for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing on.

He gives me a terse head shake once more, and I can do nothing more than grin at him before closing my mouth around his clothed erection. His hips push up slightly at the contact. I don’t even know if he realizes he’s doing it. My palms rub up and down his thighs again, making sure to run my thumbs along the crease where his thigh meets his pubic area. I picked up on how sensitive that spot is for him, and sure enough, he swears under his breath at the sensation.

Kicking it up a notch, my hand glides over his length, rubbing firmly. I wet my lips with my tongue, and his eyes track the movement. His cock twitches in my hold, and I can’t take it anymore. I need to taste him. His cheeks are slightly flushed already, and when my hands move toward his waist, his body tightens as he inhales sharply. He shakes his head at me again, mouthing, “No,” as if that’s going to deter me.

As quietly as I can manage, I pop his belt buckle and pull it open. Then I flick the button on his pants, sliding the zipper down. I drag his slacks mid-thigh, but leave his underwear on. Dropping lower, my face nuzzles in his crotch once more. My teeth sink into the flesh of his thigh, making him jump under my touch, swearing under his breath again. He’s already trembling and throbbing, and I can’t wait to watch him squirm some more.

I manage to tug his briefs down slightly until his cock springs free—already rock hard, no surprise there—and swipe my tongue over his already glistening tip. Lucky for him, it’s not his turn to speak in his little meeting, and he shoves his knuckle into his mouth, biting down to suppress any noise from escaping.

His salty arousal drips onto my tongue as I hold back my own groan. His scent and his taste are my favorite indulgences. I waste no time wrapping my lips around his length and twirling my tongue around, making sure to pay special attention to the area underneath where the shaft meets the crown.

A groan so low and quiet vibrates from his chest; I doubt anyone who wasn’t physically in the room with him would be able to hear. Both of his hands are gripping the arm of his chair so tight, his knuckles are white. I sink farther down on his cock until he’s seated in my throat. Gagging before finding my bearings, I swallow, my throat constricting around him, and his whole bodyquiversfor me.

He’s back to discussing projects and department changes as I hollow my cheeks and suck my way back up his length, teasing my tongue along the way, before sliding back down again. His voice is strained, and when I look up at him through my lashes, his entire neck and face are flushed now, and his eyes are damn near black. He’s holding a full conversation with the people on the call, but his carnal gaze remains locked on me… more specifically, locked on the way my mouth is moving up and down his cock.

I turn my head, running the flat of my tongue up and down his length, while one hand grips him at the base and the other cups his balls through his slacks. His eyes roll back as he drops his head on the seat. My lips wrap around him again, slurping him back into my mouth, and he coughs, trying to cover up a groan. Strong fingers weave through my hair, not gripping or pulling, but almost petting.

The muscles in his thighs tense, his hips rutting up to meet my mouth, and I know he’s getting close. When he swells slightly in my mouth, I pull off, sitting back on my haunches. His eyebrows pinch together, and his lips are parted, and the disappointment and frustration at the loss of the orgasm is written clear as day on his face. It’s priceless.

Some woman on the call is rambling on about who knows what, but I’m not paying that any mind. Unbuckling my own pants, I pull the zipper down, freeing my aching dick. I bring my hand up to my face, licking my palm, before wrapping it around myself and stroking. Stone’s heavy-lidded, glossy gaze bounces between my face and the hand working myself over.

He wets his lips before tugging his bottom one between his teeth. Then he reaches for his cock, but before he can grip himself, I reach over and slap it away, shaking my head. A frustrated huff leaves him right before he has to bring his attention back to the meeting. Deciding to use this opportunity to my advantage, I release the hold I have on myself, instead leaning forward and gripping him once more.

I swipe my tongue over the tip before stroking him a few times, long and slow. His chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths, and if it’s possible, his eyes darken even more when I tug his pants down farther, bringing his balls into view. While I resume stroking him, I run my tongue along his sac before sucking one into my mouth and rolling it around.

He swears under his breath, jamming his finger down on his keyboard—presumably to mute himself—before he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up so I’m eye level with him.

“You aretrouble,” he grits out before his lips crash down on mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, licking and tasting me all over. I kiss him with the same force, and when he withdraws and pulls back, his lips are red and swollen.

With the painful grip he still has on my hair, he shoves me back down to my knees before unmuting himself and resuming his meeting. The grin on my face is completely involuntary. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being the reason Stone falls apart. He does something to me that I’ll probably never be able to explain, but he brings out a side of me that never saw the light of day before. Watching him writhe and melt from my touch is addicting. So much so that I waste no time returning my attention to his lap, where his cock is weeping and begging for me to gobble it up.

And I do just that.

He’s barely able to contain the groan that I know is bubbling beneath the surface when I take him back in one go. He’s lodged in my throat as I swallow around him, toying with his balls in my hand. A strong hand grabs my shoulder as his hips rock up to meet the strokes of my mouth. He’s getting close, and I know he’s trying to keep me from edging him again with the way he’s gripping my shirt, but just like before… as he starts to show signs of getting too close, I back off, removing my mouth and my hands from him.

Desperation flashes in his eyes, and he looks like he wants to punish me, but all of that evaporates and is replaced with pure lust when his gaze drops from my face, down to my crotch, where I’m back to stroking myself again. I’m so worked up; I have to be careful not to bring myself to the edge too quickly. This isn’t about me right now, it’s about him.

After about a minute, I let go of myself and lean into him. The fact that he’s able to concentrate even slightly on this meeting is impressive. From what I can tell, it’s someone else’s turn to ramble on and on about whatever it is they’re talking about, so he doesn’treallyhave to focus, but every now and again, he’ll have to add his two cents, and he doesn’t miss a beat.

I bring my hand up to my face again, spitting into it, then wrapping it around him. My hand glides up and down his length in long, quick strokes. The subtleshlick, shlick, shlicksound is quiet enough that anyone on the call wouldn’t be able to hear it, but it’s doing nothing but enhancing the booming arousal I already feel watching him unravel before my eyes.

Both my hands are working him over—my right is on his cock, my left is tugging and rolling his balls—and just as his eyes roll back and he gets right up to the edge of exploding again, I let go, and this time he reallydoesgrowl at me. His meeting must be over, because he exits out of the call before setting his laptop off to the side of his desk.

The way he has it set up, he uses a laptop as one of his screens, and then to his right on the desk, he has two other monitors, so a large portion of his desk is open space. Which, in this case, works to our advantage, because I have a feeling I know what’s coming.

He pulls me up, shoving my ass onto his desk. His lips come to my ear, and when he speaks, a chill races through me. “You’re a fucking tease, Bambi. You know that?”

“What Idoknow is that you fuckinglove it.” I turn my face toward him, pressing my lips against his, and he immediately melts into my touch. When my tongue glides along the seam, he opens for me easily, swallowing my desperate groan.

It feels like an hour that we sit there making out on his desk, not able to get enough of each other. He finally pulls away, looking behind me. “You lock my door when you came in?” he asks, voice gruff and hoarse.

“Of course, I did. Can’t have sweet ol’ Mary walking in on one of the professors on his knees for the dean, now, can we?”

“You’re a dirty fucking boy,” he growls before pressing his lips to my neck and peppering it with kisses.

He reaches down and pulls both my shoes off, before tugging my pants the rest of the way down until they fall to the ground. Then his strong, thick fingers work each button of my shirt from the bottom up, until my chest is exposed to him. His tongue swirls around my left nipple for a moment before he does the same to my right.

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