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Brutham had elevators, but I preferred the stairs. They were good exercise and not an enclosed space like an elevator car. I couldn't step foot in one without being terrified they'd break down and I'd get stuck in there. In my nightmares, the lights would go out and I would hear no sound except my thoughts.
I’d probably never know if my fear of enclosed spaces was due to being locked in the sensory deprivation room in my father's basement as a child, or if it was a phobia I was born with. Either way, I avoided them as much as possible.
I trotted up the steps and around the corner to Slade's office. The door was ajar. I tapped on it before pushing it open.
He glanced up from his computer and gave me a smile that made my heart flip. He was so fucking gorgeous I could hardly believe he looked twice at me, much less tangled his life with mine so quickly.
"I was just thinking about you," he said.
I grimaced playfully and set my things down on a table to the side of the room. "Don't tell me, you're marking my essay?" I closed the door and twisted the lock until it clicked.
"If I said I was, what would you do for a higher grade?" He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
I stepped over toward him, moving slowly and deliberately. I walked around his desk and knelt down beside him. I ran my hand from his knee, up his thigh and over his cock.
I glanced up at him before working the button of his pants loose and sliding down the zip. He lifted his hips to allow me to ease his pants down to expose his already half hard cock.
I gripped his length in one hand and stroked my fingers down to his tip and back up to his balls until he was rock hard.
I looked back up at him and watched his expression as I licked his tip like it was a tasty lollipop. I slid my tongue over the bead of pre-cum that formed on the head. He was deliciously salty.
My eyes still on his face, I wrapped my mouth around his cock and took him in as deep as I could. Deep enough for him to tap the back of my throat.
I watched him watching me suck him, getting more and more aroused by his clear enjoyment. I loved nothing more than giving pleasure to the guys I cared about. Controlling their pleasure turned me on harder than anything.
His hips rose and fell off the seat of the chair, as he fucked my mouth in rhythm with my sucks.
"Fuck, that's good," he groaned. "I'm going to come in your mouth."
I smiled around my mouthful and sucked harder, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. Forget lollipops, cock was better than any of them. So thick, warm and hard.
He grunted in bliss and ground against me as he came, squirting warm, salty cum into my throat so hard I gagged.
I went on sucking until he sagged. Slowly, I slid my mouth off him and smiled as I swallowed down every drop like it was melted chocolate.
"Does that give me an A?" I asked teasingly.
"I think I can give you a B+. If you want an A, you're going to have to sit on my desk."
Whether or not I wanted an A, I definitely wanted an O. I scrambled to my feet and onto the top of the desk in front of him.
He gripped my knees and drew them apart, making my skirt ride up my thighs.
He held my thighs open, leaned in and exhaled deeply. "Your pussy always smells like perfection."
He pulled the gusset of my G-string aside and ran the pads of two fingers around my pussy and over my clit. He looked like he was admiring one of the wonders of the world.
He slid his fingers down to my entrance and worked his fingertips inside. "So wet for me too." He pressed his fingers in deeper.
He'd slid them all the way to his knuckles when his phone rang. Rather than ignoring it, he picked it up and pressed it to his ear. At the same time, he slid his fingers in and out of me. The heel of his hand brushed my clit.
"Hello?" he said into the phone. He listened while he worked me with his skilled fingers. His brow crinkled in a frown and his nose scrunched slightly, adorably.
He glanced at me and mouthed, "Shhh."
I bit my lip to keep from moaning when he hooked his fingers around, massaging me inside and out while whoever was on the other end of the phone spoke.
"I see," he was saying. "That could be a problem."
