Page 75 of The Red Zone
Mae rustled with my zipper as she gracefully dropped to her knees. Her eager eyes flickered up to mine as she pulled my jeans and boxers down in one move, low enough for my cock to spring free in front of her face.
With a pleased smile, she wrapped both hands around the base of my shaft, spitting on it so it was easier to glide them up and down. I lifted her chin with my index finger and bent down to give her a long, closed mouth kiss before she returned her attention back to her hands, breaking apart her lips as she wrapped them around my length.
Starting slow, she sucked on the tip as she ran her tongue on the underside of my dick, but as she grew more confident, she began to take more of me into her mouth. Meanwhile, both of her hands still worked together in alternating twisting motions.
She was doing such a good job trying to take as much of me as she could, but I knew she could handle more. As she started to slow down, I began moving my hips forward, thrusting into her mouth.
Mae’s eyes lit up as she opened her mouth wider, giving into the moment with total surrender. She moved her hands, gripping firming on the side of my thighs to hold herself in place as my movements became more hurried.
“Get up. I want to fuck you in front of the mirror, baby.”
Hopping up to her feet, she lifted her short blue dress up and dropped her panties to the floor, meanwhile I pulled out a condom from my pocket and rolled it on. Mae placed one hand against the counter to hold herself up while the other circled her clit as I entered her tight, wet heat. That first thrust into her pussy was fucking divine, both of us closing our eyes as we moaned together.
I worked my cock in and out of her fast and hard, the thrill of the party bustling on the opposite side of the door only made it hotter. Knowing that at any second someone could wander down the hall and hear the sounds of her wet little pussy clenching around my dick.
“You’re mine,” I rasped against the shell of her ear, picking up the pace.
Mae whimpered, nodding her head up and down.
“I want to hear you say it.”
Our eyes locked in the mirror as I thrust into her one final time before we both came together and she drained every last ounce of cum out of me.
“I’m yours.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
OCTOBER
“I’msure the two of you are aware of the reason I called you into my office…” Lea paced the small space behind her glass desk with her arms crossed tightly in front of her. She had yet to make eye contact with either of us which was concerning to say the least.
Abel and I twisted our heads to look at each other, both of us sporting squished brows and subtle frowns. I shrugged my shoulders in response to our seemingly mutual confusion whereas Abel shook his head slightly before staring down at the ground like a sad puppy.
“Seriously,” Lea barked, raising her voice like my mother did when I was a teenager. “Neither of you haveanyidea why you’ve been called to my office?”
A painfully long moment of silence passed between the three of us.
“You’re surprising us with raises?” I offered hopefully.
At long last, Lea paused her steps and whirled around to face us and her piercing green eyes darted over to me. The tense smile she gave us as she clasped the edge of her desk so tightly her knuckles went white was more terrifying than I expected it to be.
The only thing I knew for certain at this moment was that whatever we were in here for wasn’t positive.
I’d heard about Lea’s wrath before by some of the teammates who frequented her office because of the dumb shit they publicly got themselves into. Most of them were rookies who thought they were invincible after getting their sign on bonus or that first game check. Don’t let that fool you though, there were still a few seasoned vets who acted like dumbasses to stay relevant.
“Raises? You think that the two of you are first in line forraisesafter the stunts you’ve pulled recently?” She flailed her arms at her sides before returning them to their crossed stance. “You… punching a world rebounded fashion icon at a charity event for a pediatric oncology facility… really?”
“In my defense…”
“Save it.” She closed her eyes firmly and held up a hand to stop Abel. “This is not a courtroom. You’re not getting time for a rebuttal. But I am curious to know how you were planning to talk your way out of punching someone at a freaking charity event.”
Shit, me too.
Sure, he was coming to the aid of someone who was practically his sister-in-law, but somehow, I don’t think that would’ve sufficed as a reasonable answer from Lea’s standpoint. Granted, I saw an article about that Gordon guy getting arrested for child exploitation a couple of days after the event. I could confidently say that I didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for the fucker for what he did to Mae, but the news of his arrest really solidified it.
My muscles went rigid and jaw tightened as I let out a heavy sigh at the reminder of how his presence had turned Mae into this… shell of her usual self. She did nothing—nothing—to deserve that. She was a fucking kid while she was working for him for Christ’s sake. He thought he could just take thousands of dollars from her pockets and use that dirty money to fund his nasty porn addiction.
Fucking disgusting.
