Page 102 of Maneater
“I can’t wait to see you in and out of every single one.” I smile then, and he returns it, squeezing my ass and pressing his lips to mine one last time before stepping away.
“Now sit there and be a good girl while I do my job.” He has such high expectations for my behavior. Poor man. I smile, then do as heasks, getting comfy while he moves back to his desk. He takes me in, sitting there, and smiles like he likes the view.
“Hey, team, sorry I’m late,” he says, and a chorus of hellos fills the room. A few more remarks are shared before he nods and sits back while the meeting begins, something about a new location and blah blah blah. His eyes shift from the screen to me, and even though he doesn’t smile, I see his eyes go soft, like he likes the sight of me in his office with him. We sit like that for a few minutes, Rowan working while I make my plan.
When he’s when I stand, I slide my panties down to my feet and step out of them. His eyes track my every move, and a wide smile spreads on my lips. He may have thought he won, that his tease was more than enough to get me to submit to him, but I don’t think he’s ever had a woman like me.
Might as well show him what he’s in for.
Then I sit back down on the comfy armchair in the corner of the office, relieved he closed all the blinds before I arrived, and prop one foot up on the armrest of the chair, spreading myself wide for him to see, the oversized tee pooling around my waist.
Rowan blinks a few times before leaning out of view of the camera, before he speaks. “Josephine, what are you doing?”
“Taking care of myself,” I say, the words breathy as I slide a hand down my body, hips bucking as a finger trails over my clit with feather-light strokes. “Oh, god.” The words are a whisper, and my hips rise to get more—and, of course, give Rowan more of a show.
“Josie,” he says low, but when I look at him, his eyes are locked on the spot between my legs. I take a finger and slide it inside of me.
“Fuck, I’m already so wet,” I whisper. My lips part, and a soft moan leaves my lips. “I’m so wet for you, Rowan.”
“Josie,” he warns again, but I ignore it, sliding a second finger in and rocking my hips to simulate what I really want. His eyes are locked on my pussy, and it heightens my pleasure, taking me higher, faster than ever before. My fingers slide out, circling my clit, and my head tips back as I cup my full breast over his shirt. “Fuck,” I hearmuttered, and when I look back at him, his eyes are dark as he watches me play with my clit.
“I’m already so close,” I whisper, but I know he hears it when he lets out a slow, shaky breath. That’s when something changes in his eyes. His shoulders straighten, he sits back in his chair, and crosses his arms over his chest, smiling. The mansmiles.
“Do not come until my meeting is over,” he instructs,
“Rowan—” I start, a bit frantic because I’m already sitting on the edge, his eyes on me, and my fingers know exactly what I need to do the job quickly. But I’m cut off when he clicks his mouse and speaks.
“That sounds like a great idea, Jim. What do we think the time frame for that would be?”
He’s unmuted.
His hand doesn’t move back to the mouse as I hold my breath. Jim seems to answer, though I can’t even attempt to understand what words he’s saying, not with the self-satisfied look Rowan is giving me. He presented a challenge for me not to come, and he knows me well enough that I refuse to back down.
My fingers slow their movements, because with the heated look he’s giving me and the need coursing through my body, there isno wayI could avoid coming and doing it loud when I did. His eyes go confused when he notices, before a dark smile spreads on his lips.
He leans forward, clicking his mouse once more and then looking back at me. “Don’t you fucking stop, Josephine. You wanted to play this game; now play. And don’t you dare come until I’m deep inside of you.” Then he clicks again and nods at the screen. “Great idea, Joe.” My mouth drops open, and I stare at him wide-eyed. He raises an eyebrow in challenge, andfuckif he doesn’t know that will always get to me.
So I fight back.
I bite my lip and slide two fingers inside of me, fucking hard and fast as I climb the hill, biting back a moan as pleasure floods me. Then I remove them when I get too close, making wide circles around my throbbing clit as I come back down from the edge. His smile isdevious as he watches while I continue the torture I’ve brought upon myself.
But I get the power back when I take those two wet fingers from my pussy and move them up to my lips, sliding them slowing into my mouth, my tongue moving over them to clean my wetness off. His eyes flare with approval at my show, and I decide to make it into just that: a show. I slide the fingers back, making a crude intimidation of sucking him off, going far enough to make myself gag. He shifts in his seat then, and I know I’m getting to him.
For a moment, I contemplate moving to my knees and crawling under his desk to suck his cock, but I’m not totally sure what angles his camera catches.
Maybe next time
Instead, I lift my shirt more until my breasts are revealed and I circle my nipple with my wet fingers, pinching and twisting, trying not to make a sound as the pleasure builds, as my other hand moves back between my legs, circling my clit. My mind goes scrambled, my only focus being to stay silent and not come, but eventually, somewhere in the distance, I register the conversation dwindling.
“All right, thanks, everyone. I’ll talk to you soon.” The group says its goodbyes, and then Rowan is clicking, standing, and moving my way.
“Rowan,” I moan, finally able to speak as he prowls towards me. “Rowan, please.” Now that his meeting is over and he’s moving my way with a look of determination, I need him. I need him to fill me, to let me come, tomakeme come, to dosomething.
His look is absolutely devilish.
“I should make you wait,” he says, undoing his belt as he watches my fingers continue to work myself, avoiding the most sensitive part for fear I’ll come before I’m allowed. “But that would be a punishment for myself as well. He kneels before me, tugging on his thick cock that is at the perfect height to slide into me now. “Hold yourself open for me,” he says, and I do as he asks, fingers moving under myknees and pulling myself wide. He smiles and takes his whole hand, grinding down on my wet center.
“Fuck,” I groan.
