“I needed to pick up a few things.” I pull a folded slip of paper from my back pocket. “This is the latest copy of my bloodwork.Vince knows a guy at the lab there, who could fast-track my results.” I hand them over. “I want you to trust that I’m clean as a whistle, because I am desperate to push my cock inside your sweet cunt and come so hard I could scream.”
Cady’s breath quickens. She flips open the paper, scans the results, folds them again, and passes them back. “Thank you. Is now too soon to fuck me?”
I chuckle quietly. “You want to check if Dani Peters has definitely gone first? She could have her ear pressed against the door, knowing her.”
Cady sighs, extracts herself from me, and mutters to herself as she walks over to the door. “Nosy fucking… She cracks open the door, peeks out, and then hangs her head. She takes a visibly deep breath, lifts her chin, opens the door a little wider, and calls, “I’ll be right with you, Mr. James.” She closes herself back in and presses her forehead against the door. “Half an hour till closing. Half an hour till closing.”
I walk up behind her, dip my face to her neck and give her a nuzzling kiss. “Half an hour until I fuck your brains out,” I whisper.
She gasps and turns around, and I press her into the door with my body. “I also got you a present while I was out.”
“Oh yeah?” she whispers, her eyes huge.
“Mmhm.” I reach for the velvet box I’d set on a nearby shelf and open the lid for her to look inside.
Cady trails her fingers over the collection of sleek, black ass plugs with the flared, diamanté bases.
“I thought you might like to expand your toy collection,” I say, enjoying the marked interest in her expression. “They range in size, so you can work your way up to taking my cock. But only if that’s whatyouwant,” I say firmly. “Do you approve?”
She wets her lips. “They’re very pretty.”
“Just like you.”
She glances at me and smiles, but her attention quickly returns to the training kit. “Can we use one today?” she asks, before clearing her throat and suppressing the excitement she’s clearly feeling.
I smile so hard my cheeks hurt. “Baby, we can use one right now. I’d love for you to go sit at your desk and stew for the next half hour. Turn your ass around.”
Her eyes twinkle at me, as I take out the smallest plug and put it in my mouth. I reach for the sachet of lube in my back pocket and nod my head for her to do as I’ve asked. “Hands on the door and bend over so I can feed your cute little starfish.”
Cady does as she’s told, her breathing fast and shallow. I gently nudge her legs a bit wider with my foot, and lift her long skirt up over her gorgeous, round rump. “Hello, beautiful.” I kneel down to lick at her moist slit, and then her puckered little asshole.
She clenches her ass. “Daryl,” she scolds in a whisper.
“What?” I say in an innocent tone. I chuckle and spread her cheeks to massage some lube into and around her tightest hole. She fights me a little, and I give her a gentle nip on the ass. “Relax for me, Cady.”
She releases the tension in her buttocks, and I reward her by sucking on her clit. She utters a sweet breath and opens beautifully for me. I massage her asshole again and tongue her wet pussy, as I slide the little plug inside her. Her sphincter grabs it in a good hold, and I give it a little jiggle, to make her squirm a bit, before I lower her skirt back down and guide her to stand.
“How does that feel, gorgeous? Good?”
She looks at me and nods, but her eyes are glazed and unfocussed. She’s already panting and shifting from foot to foot, and I’ve got the feeling she’ll be dripping with arousal by thetime she’s ready to lock the library door to the public. That’ll be just perfect.
“Good.” I give her a grin and turn her toward the door. “Enjoy your next half hour. I’ll be waiting right here, ready to make you come all over my cock.” I send her on her way with a strategically placed slap on her ass, and I am head-over-heels in love with the way she grips the doorframe for support while she moans. She gives me anI’m going to get youfor this sensational teaselook over her shoulder when she reaches for the handle, and she walks out, swinging her hips like she’s enjoying herself.
11
CADENCE
Ilock the front door and march as best I can to the back room. The door has been open a crack since I left, and Daryl’s grin suggests he’s enjoyed watching me squirm for the last twenty-nine minutes it took to convince Mr. James to get the hell out without my using those exact words or worse.
Sitting was impossibly arousing. As was standing. And walking. All of which were mortifying to do in front of an unwitting old man with an all-to-inconvenient new obsession with worm farming.
“Doing okay there, Beautiful?” Daryl asks. He imitates the wiggly way I’m walking and adds some hand jives and hula hips by the time he meets me halfway. “Looks like you’re practicing for that barn dance you said you didn’t want to go to.”
I smack him in the chest, grab his hand, drag him to the back room, where I commence my attack on his belt buckle. “Daryl Winters, if you don’t fuck me within the next five seconds, I’m going to have this orgasm without you.” His belt refuses to open fast enough, and I growl in frustration.
He chuckles and shoos my hands away. “I’ve got this, Sassy Pants,” he assures me as he toes off his boots at the same time.“Why don’t you strip your own sexy ass. I want to see how ready you are for me.”
Only too eager for his attention, I throw my blouse to the floor, spin my skirt zipper around to the front, and yank it down. It clogs with fabric, and I almost scream. “Daryl,” I whine, helplessly needy and trapped.
