“Oh, I have you all alone. Lucky me.” Jack leans back in his chair. “You should let down your hair, sweetheart.”
I shrug. “It keeps it out of my face while I work.”
He nods thoughtfully and leans in while looking over his shoulders suspiciously. He raises an eyebrow. “So how do I get you naked?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I’m sure if you wait long enough, someone will demand it. Or you could.”
“Would you do it if I asked?” Jack gives me a smile and a wink.
This is a different tactic than the others use. They demand I take things off or change. Jack simply asks if I would if he asked. It’s bound to happen tonight. It’s rare they let an opportunity to strip me pass them by. I shrug.
“Probably. You’ve already seen everything anyway.” My cheeks burn as I remember the shower and how they saw ever-y-thing.
“Lock your door.” He gestures with his head.
“Already done.” I raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what he wants to do.
“Take off your shirt.” He leans back in his chair. “Please.”
I grab the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. I put on a black lace bra this morning. Jack whistles low.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I like you in lace.” He licks his lips and a wave of heat flows through my system. He strips off his shirt. “Pants next.”
I lift my eyebrow at him.
“Please.” He smirks. Of all of them, Jack has always been an equal opportunity type guy. The first one to strip naked to help put me at ease.
I stand and push my jeans over my hips and down to the floor to step out of. Now he can see my matching panties. I don’t turn around, because it’s a thong, but I’m sure he can tell from the string-thin sides.
He stands and takes off his pants. No one else has logged in yet.
When he sits at his desk, he gives me a look that scorches through me. “Wanna get naked together, sweetheart?”
“Are you going to touch yourself, Jack?” I lean forward. Maybe I can get a little control of this entire situation. When they aren’t in the room with me physically, my brain doesn’t go on meltdown quite as quickly.
“You want me to?” He rubs his lower lip as he takes in my body.
I bite my lip and nod.
“Fuck, yeah.” He slips off his boxers while I undo my bra and take off my panties. “Headphones and sit on the edge of your bed.”
I put my AirPods in my ears and sit on the bed. Without the others around, maybe Jack will let me get off.
“Spread your legs and let me look at your pussy.” Jack’s words make my heart speed up. The graphic reminder of the shower floods my mind. He wants me to voluntarily show him every inch of my pussy. Fuck it, he’s seen it already.
I do as he says and lean back on my hands, arching so my breasts thrust out. His hand strokes his cock as his eyes wander over my body from my tight nipples to my wet pussy. My core pulses and throbs with each of his strokes.
“Fuck, Harper. You don’t know what I want to do to you.” His voice is strained.
“Then tell me.” I don’t know where those words come from but I want him to. I want to know all the dirty things he wants to do to me.
“I want to taste every inch of you. Suck your nipples until they’re sore and sensitive. Then work my way down to your sweet pussy and suck on your clit until you explode withpleasure, but I wouldn’t stop there. Fuck, no. I’d keep pushing you over the edge until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
My breathing quickens, and I can almost feel his mouth on me. “Then what?”
His hand speeds up on his cock. What would it feel like to stroke him? To feel his hard cock in my hand?
“I’d lift over you and slam my cock into your pussy. Take you hard and fast until we can’t breathe. I’d wait until your pussy shatters around me before filling you with my cum.”
