I didn’t stop.
I kept doing what I was doing.
And then... I felt it.
And tasted it.
Hot bursts of cum filled my mouth, coating my tongue, working my throat I swallowed every last drop.
Then I licked him clean, making sure I had all of him.
Once I did, I pulled away from his cock and then stood up.
He narrowed his eyes at me, then crowded into me. My back was against the shower with his front plastered against mine.
Against my lips, he whispered, “Don’t think I’m not returning the favor.
I was so in love with this man; it wasn’t even funny.
I nodded, “Tonight.”
He nodded, “Fine.”
Then I felt his fingers.
Running through my sex, and then when his fingers moved to circle my clit, my head fell back, and I moaned.
He made me come with his fingers alone, his lips and tongue teasing along the side of my neck.
And then... he did the most sexist thing alive.
He washed and conditioned my hair for me.
***
Needless to say, I was indeed late to work. About an hour and a half late.
But it had been so worth it.
Everly smiled when she saw me, “Happiness looks good on you, boss.”
And yes, that night, before he had to leave to go to work, he made good on his promise.
The way he could work his tongue... freaking miraculous.
Twice.
***
I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.
Lila had asked earlier in the week if a coworker of hers could join our girls’ night.
We had all agreed.
And as I caught Everly’s eyes, she rolled them.
I felt the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
