“Yes, mmm-hmm...” she breathed, moving her hips.
He sucked lightly, pulling another moan from her, before dragging his tongue in a circle around the sensitive bud.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, grasping, holding him there so he couldn’t tease her like he did in the hotel room. “Carter, please...”
“Keep your hand there. I like when you do that.” His words were interrupted with dizzying, circling licks.
She complied, fisting and pulling at the thick hair on his head, holding him to her so he couldn’t slip away.
As she held on to him, he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard, his mouth seamless against her body. Then he lashed his tongue in the same, sensitive spot. This time he meant business and Perdie could feel that familiar well of piercing pleasure stabbing inside her. His licking became rhythmic, steady and fast, her hips moved in tandem.
“Do it harder.” She would’ve begged him for it, pleaded; a jolt shot through her when he applied more pressure with his tongue. Her head lolled, and ridiculous sounds were coming from her again. She should be embarrassed, have some sense of decency. But she didn’t. Couldn’t find the control within herself.
He squeezed the outside of her thigh, almost painfully. There would be a bruise there in the morning but the squeeze only served to heighten the hot, wet experience of his tongue.
“God, I’m so close...” Her leg was vibrating now, the sound of her heel clacking to the floor happened in a distant haze in a distant world. His tongue was relentless, zeroing in on her clit like a sniper, then circling and circling. He wasn’t teasing this time, he was strategically targeting. A bubble of a giggle welled up in Perdie’s chest at the technical thought, but it died in her throat when she heard the zipper of his pants.
She lifted up her head, his head still moving between her thighs, the area drenched and soaking. His hand was also moving beneath him now. Another wave welled up inside her at the sight of him masturbating in front of her, her orgasm threatening to spill over, when he lifted his head.
“No, don’t—” she started to whine but stopped dead.
He fisted her underwear in his hand. With his eyelids heavy, he brought it up to his cheek, rubbing his face against it, then scraping it down his abdomen and lower to his exposed cock. She panted, her mouth opened as he stroked himself with her red silk panties.
The look in his eye could have knocked her dead.
His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “You call me a Pretty Boy, but deep down I’m nothing but a filthy fucking animal. And the things I want to do to you aren’t even a step above carnal.”
With their eyes locked, he rubbed his cock while using his free hand to stroke at the soft folds of her pussy, the callused, rough skin on his fingertips igniting her flesh, bringing her near a peak again. She let out a guttural yell when he pushed his index finger inside her.
“Hold on for me, baby. Hold on for just a few more minutes...this shouldn’t take long.”
He lowered his mouth to her, his finger still inside her. His other hand still working himself, the red silk of her panties wrapped around his hand, stroking off his big, hard cock. The sight of it was too much—forbidden, naughty, but deeply hot.
“I’m coming. Carter, I’m...” The orgasm shot up inside her, rocking into her hips first, then spreading to her fingers and toes. She rolled against him, mewling and moaning, as it passed through her, tumbling down her body like a landslide. Her bones went slack.
“Carter, oh, god...wait...” He was still working away at her and himself.
“Once more, okay? For me. So I remember it.” His words came out heavy and labored as his hands and mouth moved faster on her, harder this time, wet, slapping noises filling the room, both his hands working steady rhythms against their bodies.
She shook her head, “Not gonna happen...there’s no way I can... Oh fuck.” The second orgasm came out of nowhere like a surprise crash symbol in the cacophony of her body. Her eyes fluttered shut, her jaw clenched, and her legs kicked against Carter’s shoulder. At the same time, she could feel and hear his groan, muffled by her own body, but she knew Carter was coming, his strokes becoming erratic, messy, wild.
With one loud grunt, he fell forward on her, resting his head against her stomach. Both of them sweating and out of breath.
“I think I’m dead.” She pushed him off her and pulled down her skirt. “I think you killed me. Death by orgasm.” When she lowered herself from the table, she landed unevenly to the floor. “Where’s my shoe?”
In lieu of her body, he leaned his head against the leg of the table, grappling on the ground until his hand discovered the stiletto. He passed it to her. “Cunnilingus casualty,” he said. He sounded drunk.
She smoothed her hair and straightened her dress, panty-free now but no worse for the wear. It had already been closing time when they stepped into the conference room, so there would be few people on the fifth floor, most likely no one else at all. But still, it wouldn’t do them any good getting caught. The weighted realization of her actions began to sink in.
He appeared boneless against the table, his mouth swollen, his hair ruffled, fly undone. She wanted to package him up and take him home.
Perdie knelt next to Carter and tucked a finger into his pocket, where a hint of her red panties stuck out. “Stealing these from me?”
Carter’s head lolled to the side. He reached out a hand, letting his fingertips glide from the hair by her cheek then sweep down to the divot in the split collar of her dress. He pulled her towards him with his finger hooked in her top and kissed her on the mouth.
“Damn right,” he said, his mouth still mere centimeters from hers.
She leaned back, putting space in between them. “They were expensive.”
“Send me a bill.” There was a glint in his eyes. “Better yet, let me buy you new ones.” He went to hook his index finger into her cleavage again to draw her in for another kiss, but this time she whacked his hand away.
“Don’t remind me that you’re rich.” She got back up to her feet, dusting herself off. “I almost forgot for a minute. Made me forget everything.”
He stood up too, buttoned his pants, and ran his hands through his hair.
Perdie shook her head at the sexed-up sight of him. Devastating. If anyone caught sight of them together, it’d be a dead giveaway. “Okay, I’ll leave first. Stay here ten minutes before you go. Frank won’t still be here, but if he is, he’ll have his door closed with Steely Dan playing so loudly he won’t know any better anyway.”
Carter shook his head. “Wait, you’re leaving me?”
“What do you mean? Jesus, for a smart guy, you sure are a bad listener.”
He sat on the table, legs spread. “Look, I respect the fact that you’re mad at me, and I deserve it, and I’m willing to leave it all up to you. But you’re in denial if you’re trying to tell me there’s nothing between us. Because you know as well as I do that there is.”
A staccato laugh erupted from her high in her chest. She waved a finger. “Oh no. No, you don’t. You don’t get to make me out to be the bad guy here. When we walked in this room together, I told you exactly what you could expect out of me, and that’s what I’ve delivered. It doesn’t matter if there’s something between us. Because lines have been drawn. With a cement truck.” She flipped the lock on the door and took a deep breath before she uttered the next words, watching a cartoon version of herself hammer a nail in her own coffin. “Why don’t you find a nice, blonde Southern girl anyway? Someone a little more your style. Maybe someone named, oh, I don’t know, Aubrey.”
He scratched the side of his face, his nostrils flaring. “You’re being cruel. You know that?”
Perdie shrugged and smiled a cold, hard smile. “See you at work tomorrow. Partner.”
