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“It’s your playing field, baby,” he says, unable to take the higher road on this one. I can tell I’m weakening him. He continues giving over the decisions to me. “Your choice. Lead the way,” he says.
I bite my lower lip seductively and run my hands through my hair before pushing him down on the back seat of the car, straddling him. My hands move to his belt, and then I start unbuttoning his shirt slowly and carefully. I kiss his chest lightly as I work my way down to his trousers, making sure to keep contact so that he feel every touch before finally reaching to take out his already-hardening cock.
With confidence, I lean forward and take his erection in my mouth while keeping eye contact with him all along. He gasps loudly as pleasure shoots through him, his hands finding my hair and gripping it as my tongue swirls around before taking him even deeper into my throat.
He groans and watches me intently as the pleasure intensifies with each passing second. Just when I think I can’t take him any deeper, I slowly pull away, leaving his dick dripping wet before licking my lips with an inviting smirk.
I then take his hands and place them on my head, signaling for him to take control. He does. Each time he thrusts his hips forward, I pull away more forcefully and come back deeper - pushing both our limits further than ever before. As he grows closer to the edge, our breathing becomes louder and heavier as my tight grip around him gets stronger - squeezing and massaging every inch of him in a magical way.
I lean forward again, wrapping my hand around his length and continuing to lick and suck it with complete devotion as I run my fingers up and down his hard cock. He can’t help himself when he lets out a loud groan, squeezing my hair in his hands even further.
This is the cue I was waiting for as I quickly start bobbing up and down faster. The sensation is explosive for him, I imagine, as my tongue circles around the tip while my finger teases at the base, every bit of pleasure compounding until it feels like he can no longer take any more. "I'm cumming," he says. "I'm cumming. Take me in your mouth."
Without hesitation, I eagerly open my mouth wide and take in all of him. I can feel my throat tightening as he erupts into my mouth, spasming and pulsing with every bit of his orgasm. A little drips out from the corner of my mouth. I swallow every last drop as I keep sucking until he’s completely spent.
I then slowly release his length from my lips, licking them again before coming up to sit beside Adrian. He notices some cum pooled onto my cleavage. Adrian takes his finger and wipes it off.
"Now that," he says, "was the highlight of my night."
“That was amazing," I say, looking over at him with what feels like affection. He chuckles, his face lighting up, "You know, I love it when you assert yourself like that. You should do it more often.”
"Maybe I should," I say, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Uh. I'm going to have a banging headache tomorrow."
"Lemonade helps. Drink some before going to bed," he instructs.
"I will," I say. We both zone out to the sound of the music blaring over the speakers. Somewhere in between, Adrian tells me he’ll be getting dropped off at his place first since it’s first on the route, but I am now in and out of slumber. Adrian never wakes me to say goodbye when we reach his place, and I only wake up when the driver gently tells me I’m back at my house.
I wake up the next morning, already filled with regret. I was only supposed to have accompanied Adrian to the fundraiser last night ... accompanied.
How did I end up with my mouth around his dick?
Something deep within me had been awoken by his possessive nature. His jealousy had turned me on; it was a side of him I'd never seen before, so different from his aloof and secretive nature where he rarely let anything be known. The electricity between us had been so intense that I felt like I might combust at any moment. He had whispered filthy things in my ear during the night that kept replaying over and over in my head. All of a sudden, it felt like someone else was inhabiting my body and demanding pleasure. All I wanted was for him to take me again.
But that will never happen again. I can’t let it. I have worked too hard and come too far to get to where I am. Not to forget, however hot things might be in bed, I could never be with a man like Adrian - an entitled man who’s always so used to getting things his way. It is getting on my nerves.
It is confusing. Wanting him, and then being angry when we fuck.
This is why I had been so adamant about making sure that the boundaries don't get crossed and today, I will simply have to walk into the office and remind him of our relationship. Professional only.
And however much I enjoyed the caress of his hands through my hair while he shoved his dick deep in my throat, his eyes on my breasts as they spilled out from that dress, and his moans as he came in my mouth, I believe that this regret I have woken up with this morning overshadows that.
There could be no room for sexual tension today, and it is with that thought in mind that I swift through my closet to pick out my attire for the day.
I decide on something conservative with a vest closed over a button-down pink shirt and a pair of trousers.
But as soon as I slip into those trousers, I realize it is an ill-fated decision. The fabric clings to my ass and thighs so tight one can see panty lines cutting through the material like white lines drawn on tarmac roads. At that moment, all decorum is lost, and without warning or second thought, I peel out of them and lay them to rest on a chair beside me.
I opt for going commando today instead, choosing comfort over fashion but not completely disregarding propriety since such decisions had consequences, both immediate and long-term ones. Adrian can never know I went without underwear so this would have to be my little secret.
I look at my watch and realize just how late I am running. Shit! I make a mental note that from now on, I’m going to have to lay out my outfit for work on the couch the night before itself. I hope I am not too late because my absence will be noticed. Adrian is always, always the first person to reach work, and I don’t want him to think I’m slacking.
I step out of the way and groan in despair. Parked ahead of my car, blocking me in, is a packer and mover truck.
“Excuse me,” I yell, waving my arms at the driver. “Excuse me, Sir?”
The driver looks at me and rolls his window down. “We’re just moving things into this house next door, Miss,” he says, pointing at my neighboring house – which had just been sold a month back by the elderly couple who lived there.
“I understand, but I need to get to work,” I shout back.
