She looked up from her laptop screen as her ears caught an exasperated sigh from the hallway. Glancing to her left, she eyed his tense sauntering form making his way towards her on the couch. She caught the frustrated hand he ran through his hair, now sporting weeks of growth thanks to the current lockdown. He’d complained for weeks about needing a haircut, but she liked his dark blonde strands slightly longer. It complemented his newly sprouting “quarantine” beard quite well, a stark and alluring contrast to his typical clean-shaven presentation.
“That must have been an intense call,” she noted as he dropped down on the couch next to her, tossing his phone on the side table. “You were in your study for over two hours.”
“My client is determined to absolutely ruin his business,” he began in a deep, heavily accented voice. “He doesn’t see that this merger is not a good fit. He’s determined to bleed money.”
“And he’s refusing to listen to the advice of his brilliant attorney?” she replied, setting her computer a side. He shook his head, running a hand over his beard as she stood, walking into the kitchen.
“It’s was like we were speaking to different languages,” he continued resting his head against the back of the couch. “He only heard what he wanted to hear and got angry when I tried to get him to see reason and the facts.”
“Did you tell him that you charged extra for blowing smoke up clients’ asses?” she replied, busying herself with pouring his favorite cocktail.
He gave a chortle. “No,” he replied, watching her move about the kitchen clad in a tank top and matching panties, her ebony curls resting softly on her shoulders. He took in the long legs encased in inviting chocolate skin with its warm rosy undertone. “I’ll let it be a surprise on the bill.”
“Seems fair,” she replied, carefully mixing the ingredients. “What’s the point of having such a brilliant mind at your disposal and not heeding its words of advice?” she pontificated, turning to the fridge to retrieve the garnish.
“He’s a stubborn bastard,” he bit out his frustration, thickening his accent.
“That,” she replied, exciting the kitchen with a drink in hand, “Sounds profoundly familiar.”
He snorted his head, giving a shake as she came to stand before him. “What’s this?” he asked as she held out the glass of amber liquid before him.
“You need to relax,” she replied, lifting his hand and wrapping it around the glass. “The call is over. You did your best, and it’s evident that your client has more money than common sense. Time to let it go.”
“And you plan to help me do that by getting me drunk?” he asked, taking a sip of the chilled liquid.
“Oh please,” she replied, moving to stand between his legs. Placing her hands on his thighs, she gently pushed them apart as she slowly descended to her knees. “I got you the drink because I figured that you were thirsty after talking on the phone for nearly two hours,” she continued as her fingers undid the button and zipper of his jeans.
He observed her; his green eyes slightly darkening as they met her brown ones. “I have a much better idea to help you relax,” she purred her hand slipping inside his underwear to free his cock.
He watched her, lazily sipping his cocktail as she held his hardening cock against her full lips. Her hand felt deliciously warm against his flesh. Her brown eyes held his as her pink tongue darted out. He sucked a sharp breath as moist head teased the head of his cock, causing his cock to pulse and swell. He watched her, sipping his cocktail as she tilted her head slightly. Slowly, she ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. A moan escaped his lips as she took wholly into her mouth. She began suckling him, her hand working in unison with her mouth and tongue.
He closed his eyes, his head dropping back briefly, his hand free hand slipping into her curls for a grip. He moaned as her mouth tightened around his cock, and her free hand began a gentle massage on his balls. Her movements slowly gained speed, and soon the sound of his heavy breathing and her greedy slurps filled the room. His forgotten drink deposited on the side table. His other hand found her way into her hair as he began to thrust against her mouth instinctively. Taking his cue, she relaxed her gag reflex, and he slipped deep into her throat.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned as he thrust faster, taking in the sight of her full lips stretched around his cock. “God damn,” he whispered as she cried in response.
Just as he was beginning to lose himself in the pleasure of her mouth, a vibrating noise followed by a whimsical ringtone erupted from his phone on the side table. A moment of confusion washed over his face as he stilled looking from her to his phone.
“Answer it,” she replied, pulling back as his grip on her curls loosened. Slowly she worked his cock with his hand a wicked smile on her face. “Answer it,” she repeated. “It could be important.
Reluctantly, he reached for his phone and cleared his throat before answering. The moment he said “Hello,” she took him back into her mouth, slowly and leisurely working him. His breath caught in his throat as he eyed her with a mix of arousal and suspicion. The person on the other end began to talk excitedly as she continued deliberately teasing him. He watched her, replying to the other party in with singular words. She caught the sight of him biting his lip as he tried to control his breathing. His eyes burned into hers, and with a wicked gleam in her eye, she gave a wink and began to pay special attention to the most sensitive places on his cock.
He muted the phone just in time to before a growl escaped his lips. “Ah, you dirty fucker,” he groaned his hand, finding her curls once again in a tempt to force himself down her throat once more. She obliged, slipping him deep into her throat, working him deep hard and fast as his moans once again filled the room as his client continued to chatter one spiritedly, unaware of what was taking place.
She felt his body begin to tighten as her hands squeezed and massaged him in tandem with her mouth and tongue. She continued working with him, noting his difficulty in concentrating on what his client was saying. She focused all her energy on him and nearly chuckled when his grip threatened to crush his phone. His groans became louder, his breath more ragged as his body jerked at his impending orgasm.
Before his brain could register the shock of what happened, she stopped, stood, and faced away from him.
“Baby,” he growled out his voice thickened with sexual frustration at being denied his orgasm.
“My German is a little rusty, but I believe your client is asking you a question,” she replied over her shoulder.
He blinked several times and turned his gaze to the phone in his hand, looking at it as if it were his first time seeing it. The sound of his client frantically calling his name prompted him to press the unmute button. Clearing his throat, he reassured his client that he was still on the line and asked for a repetition of the question.
His gaze slipped to hers, and in a blink of an eye, her panties were gone, and she eased herself over his cock, her back to his front. He groaned with surprise as her tight wet sheath enveloped him. Without further warning, she began riding him hard and fast, biting her lip to suppress her moan, as the sound of flesh meeting flesh resonated. His control finally snapped. Hitting the disconnect button once again, he tossed the phone across the couch.
In the space of a heartbeat, an arm wrapped around her waist like a steel band while a hand closed over her mouth. “You dirty, sexy mother fucker,” he growled in her ear as he began to thrust hard and fast against her.
She screamed into his hand, her head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers found her clit. He could feel her dripping down his shaft as he worked her with expert fingers. He groaned as her nails dug into the flesh of his legs, the scent, and sounds of sex heavy in the room. Unable to move, she moaned her pleasure into his hand as he took her savagely, his fingers setting a sure rhythm. Without warning, her body tensed, her orgasm breaking through her as her essence flowed over him. He continued without pause, allowing her to ride out her orgasm on him, but he wasn’t far behind. Her tightening convulsing muscles overtook him, and with a victorious cry, he was catapulted into the bliss of orgasm, spilling his dense seed into her.
Moments later, they collapsed against the couch, her back to his chest, their bodies a sweaty tangle of limbs. They rested for a moment; eyes closed as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal. Turning her head, she kissed his bearded jaw, smiling slightly. He turned his head towards hers, and their lips met in a deep leisurely kiss.
“You seem much more relaxed now,” she whispered, breaking the kiss to catch her breath.
“You-“ he started but abruptly stopped at a muffled sound. “What is that noise?”
They both paused, listening for a second. “Is that your phone?” she asked.
“Fuck,” he growled, gently but swiftly removing her from his lap to retrieve the phone from the other end of the couch.
Picking up the phone, they could hear his client calling to him. Her hands flew to her mouth to stifle a giggle. He gave her a stern look as he brought a finger to his lips, signaling for her to remain silent.
“Hello?” he replied, his voice cool and calm.
“Jesus Christ, man! Are you ok? What the fuck was all that commotion?”