Unlove 27: Author's Choice
All the desks were empty. The last detective had walked away from hers over a half hour ago. Jimmy Deakins sat at his desk, leaned well back with his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed, his jaw slack, giving every indication of the exhausted executive. Anyone stopping at the vending machine would have smiled indulgently and walked away.
Without getting closer, much closer, it wasn't possible to see that his hands were clenched tightly and they twitched every so often. His tongue frequently lashed over his lips, wetting them to compensate for his labored breathing. When he started to take his hands down, he half jumped as if he'd pulled a muscle and put them back in place. This motion repeated twice before he uttered a thick grunt and dropped his hands to his desk. The pencil cup rattled and almost fell over from the force of his hands.
It took a few long minutes for him to relax enough to open his eyes. He straightened his pants a little, then pushed back from the desk and stood slowly. Walking to the window, he glanced back into the squad room. Assured that no one had returned to the bullpen, he let him self groan softly. "Dear God."
Alex enjoyed performing oral sex. One of those things that was easy to do and almost easier to do well if you paid attention, she liked the feeling of control it gave her. And the little noises her lovers made. She particularly liked the little noises.
When she started, she used her lips almost exclusively, soft kisses that started on the inner thighs and worked up the shaft. She tried to reach every place at least once before being faced with a completely erect cock. If she caught her lover when he was sleeping, sometimes she could get all the skin twice over before she switched to her tongue.
Any stage could be lengthened or sped, changing the experience dramatically, but Alex loved that moment where he knew any moment she would take him into the heat of her mouth. She could feel his thighs tighten and hear his slow intake of breath as though preparing for a blow. Keeping from smiling was nearly impossible. Feeling him coil again as his cock pushed deeper into her mouth brought a much different reaction. When she could, she'd slip her hand between her legs to twist and pull at her clit. When she couldn't, like now, she pressed her thighs together and rocked.
He liked to touch her hair, but sometimes she made him just sit back and enjoy. Surrendering control was hard for a man who'd spent his life working to command, but he'd do it for her in the right circumstance. If she put her hand on his belly she could feel his muscles tense though his shirt when she scraped her teeth over him, but he did not move to grab her.
She could tell he'd had about as much as he could take when she had to pull away completely as a reminder not to touch. Smiling sweetly, she licked him all over before sucking his cock down into the heat of her mouth. Bobbing her head over him more quickly than she had before, she had to keep the strokes shallow. To compensate, she kept the pressure tight and let her teeth scrape him harder than she might have otherwise. She could tell he was working very hard not to grab her head and start fucking her face. His tongue whipped over his lips as he panted just as shallowly as she stroked.
He came explosively, fuelled by the restrictions as much as by the way she touched him. His reaction made her flinch at first, then laugh. Pulling off him while licking him clean, she used that to cover her second, deeper laugh. She was way too smug about her success at pleasing him. When he moved away from her, she took the time to collect herself so she could approach him with a straight face.
Jimmy glanced from the bullpen back at his desk. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "You can come out now. We're still alone." Watching his petite mistress slip out from under his desk, he shook his head in resignation. After all this time she could still push every one of his buttons and leave him grateful for it. She plopped into his chair, dwarfed in the black leather, and put her hand out to him.
He crossed to her, took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing it softly. Her deep chuckle was not expected and he raised an eyebrow.
"I love it when you kiss my hand, but I wasn't asking for that." Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "You moved, big boy. You owe me twenty bucks."
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