“Volunteering?I have almost ten years of professional experience, and I’d expect my compensation package to reflect that.”
“Ten years,” he said, as if doing the math. “So what did you do before?”
“I had what I thought was a dream museum job out of college,” I said, “until I realized fifteen hours a week at basically minimum wage was never going to pay my bills, and it didn’t matter if I got free admission. I supplemented that with retail jobs before I got my first receptionist gig, and the rest was history. Wait, is this a real job interview?”
Eamonn had set himself up between my legs, giving my bare calf a squeeze. “Let’s see you at work,” he said. “I want to see what you can do.”
I rolled my eyes, just so he could see how silly I found this, even though I could feel my heart start to race. I picked up the handset of the rotary phone, holding it to my ear. “Good morning, Eamonn’s Garage,” I said, putting on my best receptionist voice, the right blend of cheerful and carefully modulated. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry, but we don’t provide that service here.”
He was watching me, that dimple popping in his cheek even as he twisted his mouth to pretend he wasn’t smiling. I paused, like I was really listening to what someone on the other line was saying. “I totally understand,” I said, giving him a look likeyou won’t believe what this lady is on about. “It’s a travesty. I’ve been telling him, what kind of mechanic doesn’t know how to do a standard oil change? But you know how these lads are, they don’t—”
Eamonn tickled me behind my knee, and I yelped, almost dropping the phone. I made a big show of fumbling with the handset to press it back to my ear. “Hello? I amsosorry about that, ma’am, I’m being sexually harassed at work.”
He took the phone from me, hanging it up. He ran his hands up my thighs, his fingertips disappearing under the fabric of my shorts. I rubbed his short hair in the same kind of motion until he closed his eyes, leaning into it.
“It’d be difficult to keep my hands off you,” he said. “That voice alone.”
I smiled. “My receptionist voice?”
“Your voice in general,” he said. “There’s something sogentle about it. If I had to listen to you taking phone calls and talking and laughing from the next room, I’d be hard all day.”
I wrapped my legs around him, pressing my heels into his back. “Then it’s okay for me to admit I’ve been objectifying you based on your accent this whole time.”
“Jess,” he said. “Whatever does it for you, I’ll take it. I’ll do it.”
“I’ve also been checking you out,” I said, reaching down to slide my own fingers under the waistband of the sweatpants he’d changed into after his shower. “You have a great ass.”
His hands were warm as he went up under my shirt, skimming my ribs, the undersides of my breasts, before running one finger down the length of my sternum. “When I was looking at you in the bookshop, when you were leaned over reading that book, I got a glimpse down your dress. Just enough to know that your bra was black, that you had what looked like the softest skin right…”
He spread his palm flat over the top of my chest, only his thumb teasing at the swell of my breasts. “…here.”
I let him lift me off the counter, my legs still wrapped around him. He kissed me desperately, hungrily, like he was worried I’d go away even as he held me tighter to him. When I did finally drop my feet to the ground, sliding down his body, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down over his hips.
“I doreallywant this job,” I said.
He yanked his shirt over his head, and then he was standing in front of me completely naked. There was something erotic about it, I realized, the same way that our roles had beenreversed only a couple hours before. Being the one who was exposed had made me feel vulnerable, a tingling sensation lighting up any part of my body that he looked at, that he touched. Being the one who was clothed now made me feel powerful, like he was completely at my mercy but he trusted me with it.
Eamonn also had a beautiful body. I wanted to explore all of it, the corded muscles in his arms, the hard plane of his stomach, the fine trail of hair that led to his cock. I wrapped my hand around him, gratified when he let out a hiss between his teeth.
“How am I doing?” I gave him another stroke, trying to make my voice as soft as possible. Nobody had ever told me myvoicedid anything for them before; I would’ve never even thought to use it in a particularly seductive way. But I could feel him harden even more in my hand, could see the coiled tension in his shoulders, and I knew that he hadn’t been exaggerating. It really did affect him.
“Ah,” he said, looking down to watch my hand pumping his cock, letting out a groan when my thumb rubbed along its swollen head. “So good.”
“Really?” I asked. “So the job is mine?”
He covered my hand with his, tightening until I was gripping him harder, giving him a squeeze. “Get on your knees,” he said into my ear. “And suck me.”
The words sent a pulse right to my clit, and I realized that they were what I’d been waiting for this entire time. Eamonn’s discarded sweatpants were at his feet, and he slid them gently toward me in such a smooth motion I almost didn’tunderstand what he was doing at first, until I saw that I could kneel on them to cushion myself against the linoleum.
I gave one hard lick against the length of him, and I glanced up to see his head tilted back, his eyes closed, until he looked down at me. “That’s it,” he said. “Put your mouth on me. Please.”
I took all of him then, until I could feel him hit the back of my throat, until I could get a good rhythm going, stroking up and down his cock with my tongue. He clenched his hands in my hair, and I braced myself against his thighs as I kept sucking.
“Fuck,” he said. “You have a perfect mouth.”
I stopped only long enough to take a breath, to rub my cheek against where he was wet with my spit. “If I swallow,” I said, “will you promise it’s mine?”
“Anything you want,” he said, gripping my braid in his hand and giving it a tug. “I’ll promise you anything.”
