“Go put it on my jacket,” he commanded.
I walked with a wobble, unsteady legs and high heels not being a great combination. I draped the silk on his tailored jacket and returned to the same place I had just left, determined not to take a step back and show my continued nervousness.
“Take off your clothes.”
My whole body started to shake this time, adrenaline and anxiety creating something decidedly unsexy. If he noticed, though, he gave no sign as I undid the buttons down my front and stripped the material away from my suddenly perspiring body. I reached behind me for the zipper of my skirt, pushing the garment to the ground a moment later. I was too nervous to seek out somewhere to put my clothes—the ground was fine for them.
My face colored in embarrassment as I reached around behind my torso for my bra strap. I hesitated, unsure if I could do this. He was still fully clothed, watching me with passionate, heat-soaked eyes.
“Take it off, Olivia.” His voice held the unyielding command that always managed to heat my skin and boil my bones.
Breath coming faster, I undid the clasp and closed my eyes as the material slid down my body and dropped to the floor.
“Good girl. Now your panties.”
I can do this. I’ve undressed in front of boyfriends before. This is no big deal.
I hooked my fingers through the straps in my thong and pushed them down my hips. This was probably the unsexiest strip he’d ever seen in his life, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t rush me. He just waited until I had let the lacy garment slip to my ankles and stepped out of them, teetering wildly as my balance swung off-center.
I felt a large, warm hand brace me until I was free of them, then it pulled away as I straightened up to stand on my own.
I was left in high heels. That was it.
My nipples constricted with both the cold air and increased anticipation. I looked up with a face that must have shown my embarrassment, and met his hungry eyes.
“Undo my shirt buttons, but don’t take off my shirt.”
I worked at the first, with trembling fingers, and took a deep breath. Focusing, I undid the top button, and worked on down, revealing a chest and stomach cut from a statue of perfection. His pecs were defined but not too big, leading down into abs so flawless they looked painted on.
Heat filled me. I wanted to bend forward and kiss those glorious abs.
“Undo my pants.”
Metal jingled as I undid the clasp. The button was cold. I slid down the zipper, revealing blue boxer briefs straining with his bulge. I lightly traced the edges of the elastic band, his skin searing my fingertips. Unable to help myself, knowing I was stepping out of bounds, I let my fingers trace the grooves of his stomach. My body was revved up, hot and cold and needing to be touched.
“Take my cock out.” His voice was tight. His breath ruffled my hair.
Hands steadier, body on fire, I reached beneath the elastic and felt along his velvety skin. Gently, I pulled his hard shaft from its confinement, seeing his daunting size straining toward me.
“Get on your knees.”
Another thrill coursed through me, but this time, it was all excitement.
I bent to my knees, more graceful than at any moment since I had locked the door. His prominent erection was at chin level. I salivated with the need to taste him. To slide my lips over his girth and hear him release a breath in pleasure.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I looked up and met those sexy, deep brown eyes filled with fire. “Suck my cock.”
Without wasting any time, I grabbed his base as I licked around the tip. I then licked up the length before closing my eyes and taking him into my mouth.
“Look at me while you suck my cock, Olivia.”
I let my gaze take the long way up, moving over his delicious upper body and shapely, full lips before meeting his eyes. Heat raged in me, squeezing my core and speeding up the plummet of my mouth on his erection. I took him in deep, past my gag reflex and into my throat. I’d only taken someone—him—that deeply once before, and hadn’t mastered it. My throat tried to eject him and my eyes watered, but I pushed harder, watching his eyes flutter with the sensation of my mouth.
I backed off then, my hand trailing behind my mouth on his shaft, before taking him in again. And again. His body flexed, large muscles drawing my eyes. I sucked harder, moved faster, sliding my palm over his skin as my mouth took him in hungry gulps.
As his breathing became labored, his hand slid over my head and clutched my hair. He groaned right before he exploded in my mouth.
I slowed as he exhaled heavily. His muscles began to relax. I felt his hand drift down the side of my head and stroke my ear affectionately. A moment later, his body slumped.
When I was sure he was done, I let go, continuing to look up at him. Wanting him to tell me what was next, or if he had finished. Usually, with admins, he’d turn away. I expected that now.