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His free hand worked at my own zipper, deftly loosening my jeans until he could tug them and my panties down to my ankles. I kicked my feet out of them and reached for him, to pull him back up into another kiss, but he didn’t stand back up. His hands ran up my thighs, pushing them apart. Spreading my legs.
I realized what he was doing too late, and I said, “No, I don’t want—” He nuzzled his nose into my sex, and my words turned into a surprised moan.
On the issue of men going down on me, there had always been a wall keeping me from enjoying it. I’m sure a shrink could do a better job of analyzing it, but I knew it was a trust thing. I didn’t even feel comfortable doing it with Jude, and probably wouldn’t for weeks, if notmonths.
But Owen didn’t ask. He just buried his face into my pussy like it was a pool of cool water for a man dying of thirst. He wanted it, and so hetookit.
And the wall came crumbling down.
Pleasure surged into me as he planted kisses on my outer lips, and then my clit. I was shocked by this new feeling, absolutely stunned by it, and my knees wobbled and I sat down on the equipment crate behind me. Owen’s mouth came forward, never breaking contact as he began devouring me with his tongue, swirling and sliding and licking me up and down.
I craned my head back and let out a moan that might have been too loud, but I couldn’t stop myself. My body had a mind of its own now, and it was reacting to the intense bolts of pleasure shooting up from between my legs. Owen gazed up knowingly at me as my moans deepened, an emerald gaze that drove me even more wild while his tongue did wonderful things to me.
This is Owen, came a ragged thought in my head.He’s a cocky tech-bro. Owen is going down on me!
But the thought didn’t alarm me. It had the opposite effect, and seemed to heighten the raw, ragged ecstasy that was ravaging my body.
Owen’s tongue paid equal attention to my pussy and clit while he ate me out, alternating between going rigid and wedging up into my heat, and then going soft and swirling up and around the hood of my clit. Then he spent more time on the latter, kissing and nuzzling and sucking on it while his fingers caressed my sopping entrance. His fingers were soaked within seconds, and they slid up into me with wondrous ease.
I began grinding against his face then, pushing up against him to beg for more. His fingers moved in and out, twisting slightly, corkscrewing with deft precision. Then my hands were in his hair, that feathery hair that I had been admiring from afar and wondering how it felt, and now I was squeezing a handful of it to hold Owen’s face against my sex while I moaned obscenities into the air, begging him to never stop, to keep going, just like that,right there, fuck me, right there, YES!
My back arched painfully as everything went bright and hot and deafening, a noiseless sound that scoured my senses and filled me with everlasting bliss, every nerve and every muscle in my body electrified and relaxed all at the same time. Then the brightness dimmed, and the noise receded, and all that was left was the last ragged moans from my throat.
I panted like I had run a marathon and gazed down at Owen. I still had a fistful of his hair, and my fingers ached when I finally let go. My legs felt like jelly; if I hadn’t been sitting on the equipment box, I would have collapsed to the floor.
Now Owen rose to his feet. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakable, and a deeper part of me ached to feel that instead of just his fingers.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned savagely. “Do whatever you want to the firewall. I’ll just delete the account and fill the ports after you leave. But I appreciate the attempt. Might’ve worked, if I wasn’t watching for it.”
“Forget the network,” I breathed, reaching for his chest. “There’s only one port I want filled.”
I grinned at my stupid, post-orgasm joke. Owen chuckled too. But he made no effort to unzip his jeans and give me what Ireallywanted.
“I’ve got to get back to a meeting. See you in the office tomorrow.”
He leaned in, close enough to kiss me. His lips were bare millimeters away from mine. A hair’s length. Close enough to feel the warmth that came off of my own body and into his.
Just as I leaned in to kiss him, to feel the warmth again, he pulled away. With a final, knowing smile, he exited the closet, leaving me alone and confused.
29
Amber
I stared at the door to the closet for a long time. Waiting for Owen to return. To laugh and tell me he was joking, another prank to get back at me for what I did to his LinkedIn profile. And then he would unzip his pants, revealing the enormous hard-on that no denim could hide, and taking me in a way that leftbothof us panting and satisfied.
But he never returned.
Slowly, I slid off the equipment crate. My legs wobbled and nearly gave out on me, but I managed to steady myself enough to pull my pants back up.
As I gathered my laptop bag, a terrifying thought struck me. What if this was part of another prank? Something more elaborate, more personal, and more cruel? I imagined opening the door and coming face-to-face with all the people at ACS, Nancy and Dave and the two Wills, all of them having heard my pleasured moans in the closet just moments before. Owen would point at me and smile in victory, and their laughter would haunt me for the rest of my days.
But when I opened the closet door, the only thing to greet me was silence.
Did that really just happen?I wondered as I stared down the empty hall.
I nervously left the employee area and returned to the front of the restaurant. Owen was nowhere in sight. Which was probably good, because I have no idea how I would have reacted when I saw him.
I was in a daze all the way back to the train station. It was like being tipsy, but on endorphins instead of alcohol. My knees were still wobbly, although I regained my strength with every step.
