Chapter 22

“Hart.”

“No.”

I paused. “Weasley.”

“No.”

“Granger.”

“No.”

“McGonagall.”

Amantha laughed. “No. This is not Harry Potter.”

I laughed and shrugged. “They're names. I had to try them.”

I'd taken up residence in a chair in front of her desk between clients.

Sure, there was other stuff I could be doing, but none of those things let me interact with Amantha.

“Well, they're not right, so keep trying.”

Clients came in a few times, and I had to work. The end of the day rolled around before I finally got her alone again.

I turned the lock on the front door, locking us in. It was close enough to the end of the day that no one else should come by.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

I smiled and approached her desk. “Making sure we stay alone.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yep.” I grinned wickedly. “Meet me in the storage closet.”

I bent over her desk and dropped a teasing kiss on her lips, then I crossed the room and entered the storage closet before she could say anything.

The storage closet was really a small room with shelving to hold office supplies and cleaning chemicals. A small spare desk sat on one side of the room. The lights automatically sensed movement in the room and had turned on,

I stripped out of my clothes quickly and posed on the desk, my hard dick sticking out prominently, one knee bent up with my arm across it as I lay across the desk. I sent a sultry look at the door.

Amantha opened the door and burst out laughing when her gaze fell on me. She wheeled in and shut the door behind her.

When she saw me, her voice deepened, and she asked, “What do we have here?”

“A snack, all for you.” I stroked my cock. “We can't be intimate around Neo, so we have to be creative.”

She nodded. “This is true.”

Her eyes trailed over my body and my tattoos. I gave her a moment to appreciate it before I said, “Strip for me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You want me to strip for you?”

“Please?”

“Fine. But only because you asked nicely. Manners are important, you know.”

I nodded and licked my lips in anticipation. “They are important.”

Amantha locked the wheels of her chair and kicked off her shoes. She stood and slowly undid her pants.

She looked at me and licked her lips suggestively. Her hands moved to her blouse and tugged it out of her pants. She slowly undid the buttons starting at the bottom.

Mmm, yes. My cock grew impossibly harder, and I stroked it as I watched her.

She made a show of flashing her breasts at me and covering them with her shirt again before slowly sliding it off. Her black bra cupped her breasts beautifully.

When she got to her pants, she turned around and looked at me over her shoulder as she slid the material down and bent over. I made a noise of appreciation. The woman was sexy. The naughty view of her ass made pre-cum leak from the tip of my dick.

Her hand went to the waist of her black lacy panties and teasingly pulled the elastic down. But then she released it back up and waved a finger at me.

Gingerly, she turned around and took a few timid steps to reach me on the desk.

As I took in her sexy body, I swallowed hard. I already knew how tight and warm that pussy was. My cock wanted back in.

“You've been a bad boy,” she said. “I'm going to have to punish you.”

I continued to stroke my cock, turned on and anticipating. “What are you going to do?” escaped my throat.

Amantha grinned wickedly. Then she lowered her head and her mouth wrapped around my cock. Seriously, I almost came.

I put my hand on the back of her head and helped her bob up and down. “Oh, yeah.”

Her tongue slid along the bottom of my dick. I moaned at the pleasure I felt from it. A few more pulls, and I was right on the edge.

Amantha stopped sucking my cock and pulled my balls into her mouth. She teased and sucked on them as my pleasure continued but my climax backed down. Then I knew what my “punishment” was: edging.

Amantha gave me the best blowjob of my life, sucking my cock until I almost came, then teasing my balls as I came back down, over and over again. After she'd done it multiple times, I was a panting mess, leaking pre-cum like a faucet.

As good as it felt, Amantha had been on her feet too long for my liking.

I pushed her off my cock and stood. She looked confused until I wrapped my hands around her ass and lifted her.

She giggled when I sat her on the desk and wrapped her legs around me. Her legs pulled me closer so that my cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy. Only her panties separated us.

I pressed her back so that she laid down and I slid my length along her panties, repeatedly rubbing my dick against her clit and entrance with her panties between us.

My cock was harder than steel. I wanted this woman.

I teased her with my length until she begged. We were both panting and ready before I was ready to give in to her.

I slid her panties to the side. My hand pressed over her pubic bone and I slowly pushed my cock inside her until our hips met and I couldn't move further. We both sighed in relief and I watched the intense pleasure on her face as I filled her, which made my dick throb in her pussy.

She moaned. I licked my thumb and swirled it over her clit.

“Please move,” she begged.

“Whatever you—”

That was when the closet door opened. I turned my head to see a surprised Joey standing there.

“Get the fuck out!” I growled.

Alarmed, Joey shouted, “Sorry, sorry!” and slammed the door.

Wide eyed, Amantha looked at me. After a moment, we both laughed sheepishly.

She said, “I should care, but I don't. Fuck me, Zion.”

Growling happily, I pulled Amantha's chest up to mine and kissed her. I thrust up into her, the seated position pressing us even closer.

Slowly, I fucked her, kissing her throat and squeezing her nipples as I rutted inside her. Definitely the most intimate position I'd ever been in.

Stroke after stroke, her body squeezed around me and I filled her with my cock. My size was just right to stretch her around me; her size was just right to high me tight.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I mumbled to her between pants.

“You, too, big guy.” She moaned as I adjusted the angle a little and hit her G-spot. “Best fuck I've ever had.”

Easily, I'd agree.

It didn't take long until her body throbbed around me, and I released inside her.

Her mouth found mine, kissing me as we both came down from our highs.

She broke the kiss and said apologetically, “We better go find Joey and apologize.”

“Fuck,” I said with a kiss to her forehead. She was right.

She laughed. At least she hadn't been mortified.

That night, we went to her place. Again, I slept on the couch.