Page 102 of The Worst Best Man
“Do you think that?” she asked again. Those eyes were more blue than green here under the office lights. And they tore at pieces of his soul.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.” Yes.
“Then I haven’t done a very good job at being your girlfriend,” she sighed. She gripped him by the tie, and he went fully hard under her.
“New deal, Aide. I’m not doing all the taking anymore. Starting now.”
She slid off his lap, and he was still reaching for her when she shoved his chair away from the desk.
When her fingers met his belt buckle, the breath left his body, and he seized up like rigor mortis. “What… we can’t… what if…”
All thoughts and corresponding words left his brain with the last ounce of blood that plummeted to his aching cock. How could one woman make him feel this free, this terrified?
In seconds, she had his cock freed from his pants. “Are you sure your man out there will keep people out?” Frankie asked. But she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at his erection that she held firmly in her hand.
Aiden couldn’t even find the words to answer her, and Frankie didn’t seem to need them because she was opening her mouth and slicking her tongue over his dick from root to sensitive crown.
He crashed back against his chair and watched in fascination as she did glorious things to his dick with her mouth.
“I want to touch you,” he gritted out when she took him to the back of her throat.
“Mmm, tonight. For now, this is just for you.” Frankie focused her mouth on things much more important than words.
She was slick and hot, and the feel of bottoming out against the back of her throat nearly did him in.
In ecstasy, Aiden’s head fell back against the leather cushion of his chair. She was pumping him with her fist and using her mouth, a heady combination. He’d walked into this room frustrated and tired, and in seconds, she’d turned his entire day around.
Her tongue did something particularly insane to the tip of his dick, and he felt his balls tightening.
“Franchesca,” he hissed.
“I’ve got you, baby,” she promised, kissing his cock before resuming her attention with her mouth. She was no longer languid with her strokes. No. Frankie was hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard enough that he saw stars.
He couldn’t close his eyes though. He wanted this vision of her on her knees in front of him sucking him off. Wanted it forever.
Aiden dug his heels into the rug for traction, fearing that he’d become weightless and float away. He felt it build at the base of his spine and marveled at the witchcraft that brought him to orgasm so quickly.
Giving up all pretense, he gripped her head with both hands and let loose a guttural groan when she let him take over. Fucking her mouth with short, shallow thrusts, he lost himself in the moment. He meant to pull out. But then he was coming, jerking convulsively and pouring his release down her throat.
He went silent as the orgasm ripped through him, hollowing him out even as it filled her mouth.
Nothing.Nothingin this world could have prepared him for the sight of Franchesca at the receiving end of his cock, taking everything he gave without asking for anything in return. He shuddered and collapsed back into the chair, blood rushing in his ears.
She rose from her knees, a goddess no matter her position. She crossed the room and peered inside, finding his private bathroom. Aiden would have directed her to it, but he was a shell of a man right now. Leveled by beauty and desire.
She returned with a warm, damp washcloth and cleaned him thoroughly.
“I haven’t been a very good girlfriend. I’m hoping to improve my score,” she confessed, gently tucking him back into his underwear. “You’re a good man, Aiden. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re unbelievably patient. If I asked you for Cleveland, Ohio, you’d find a way to deliver it to me. You’re insanely generous and surprisingly sweet, and I’m sorry I haven’t been appreciative of it.”
“Gah.” It was the best he could provide verbally after having been completely decimated.
“So I’m going to do a better job, and I’m going to expect you to hold me to a higher standard.” She perched back up on his desk, and he swore he could smell her arousal. He would have fucked her. He would have given her anything she wanted just for visiting him. But she wanted to change the way things were.
Aiden managed a shaky breath and then another one, slowly feeling the life return to his body. “I have an addendum to our deal as well,” he told her.
She watched him warily.
“I’m not suggesting forever,” he began. “But I would like to table the ‘temporary’ aspect of our relationship.”
