HUNT (The Billionaire's Rules, Book 13) (5 page)

“I know you enjoyed it.
 
We both enjoyed it,” Brayden told
her.
 
“And now I’m going to make
myself very clear.
 
You won’t lose
your job for refusing me.
 
You won’t
experience any repercussions if you say no.
 
I’m serious.”
 
He stared at her.
 

“I won’t dignify any of this with a
response,” she replied, her heart pounding.

“I want you to put those books and
pamphlets down, walk around my desk, kneel down, and unzip my pants.”
 
Brayden’s eyes were mischievous but also
hungry.

She realized he wasn’t joking.
 
Not even a little bit.

“And if I say no?”

He shrugged.
 
“I’ve got plenty of filing for you to do
and errands for you to run.
 
The
choice is yours, Lanie.”

“No,” she told him.

The moment she said no, she regretted it.

Brayden gave a brief smile, and then he
slid forward, eliminating the space between himself and his desk.
 
“So, I have a list of errands I need
taken care of.”
 
He grabbed his phone,
his demeanor suddenly turning professional.
 
“I’ll text it to you.”

Lanie realized he might truly never ask
her to be sexual again.
 
And the
ridiculous thing was, she did in fact want him.

All she could think about was what they’d
done to each other in her apartment.

The orgasms he’d given her.

The feel of his lips, his hands.

The way he’d touched her.
 
Knowing exactly how and where and when
to do it.

As he browsed his cell phone, Lanie put
her things down on one side of Brayden’s desk and then started to walk around
to where he was seated.
 
She turned
and glanced back to see if anyone in the workspace was looking.

It didn’t seem like anyone was watching,
but she couldn’t be sure.

“Brayden,” she whispered.
 
“I—I changed my mind.”

He glanced up at her, his lips
pursed.
 
“I don’t like wishy-washy
people.
 
Make up your mind, Lanie.”

“I want to.”
 
She could hardly get the words out.

Brayden pushed backwards and gave her
room.
 
“Get down, on your
knees.
 
I want you under the desk,”
he said, his tone almost guttural now.

She gave one last glance over her
shoulder and then got down on the floor and slid into the relatively cramped
space beneath Brayden’s desk.
 
It
smelled of old wood and Brayden’s cologne.

He slid the chair towards her now,
maneuvering himself as close as he could get.
 
His legs pressed against her as his
lower body came within her grasp.

“I’m going to tell you exactly how I like
it.
 
Understand?” he said, only loud
enough for her to hear him.

She nodded.
 
“Yeah.”
 
Her entire body was shaking now.
 
She’d never given a man oral sex, and
certainly not in a public place like this.

It was scary as hell, but Lanie had to
admit that she was excited to do it.

“Unzip me, Lanie.”

She reached out just like she’d done the
previous day, and unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans.
 
This time, he was wearing white silk
boxers.

“Pull me out,” he said, sliding his hips
towards her.

She took hold of his cock, which was
stiff and engorged, and clearly excited.
 
She pulled the shaft loose through the hole so that it was sticking out
of his boxers.
 
Up close, she could
see the bluish vein that ran up the length of it, and then the expansive head of
his dick, which was almost purple.

I’m
supposed to somehow get that thing in my mouth?
 
It’s huge.

She was intimidated.
 
Maybe this had been a mistake after all.

Brayden put his hand on her hand.
 
“Take it slow,” he whispered, his eyes
glancing down at her.
 
“Stroke me
gently.
 
Cup my
balls
,
pull them out, too
.
 
Yes, like that,” he nodded, as she
lifted the root of his cock and allowed his balls to come out of his boxers
too.

From this angle, his erect penis looked
enormous.

She was a bit terrified of it.

She was also intrigued, though.
 
She remembered how his cum had tasted
when she’d just dabbed it on her tongue.
 
She’d wanted to taste it again, and this was her chance.

Lanie stroked up and down the length of
his prick, noting how he leaned back and groaned under his breath, his nostrils
flaring as he breathed heavily.
 

“Like this?” she whispered.

“Exactly,” he murmured.
 
“Now, lick up and down my shaft.
 
And then stroke me some more.”

This was new.
 
This was different.

This, she realized, was exciting.
 
Her pussy had gotten suddenly very, very
wet, and her nipples were stiff and tender as they brushed against her shirt
when she moved.

Her entire body was on fire with
excitement and anticipation.

Brayden
Forman wants me to lick his dick.

She almost laughed and then almost came,
all at once.

This
is insane.
 
You shouldn’t be doing
this.
 
This is so wrong on so many
levels.

This
isn’t what you came to the city to do.
 
Is it?

Lanie’s brain was so packed with wildly
divergent thoughts and competing emotions, she just ignored most of it.

Besides, she’d already had her chance to
tell him no, and she’d decided to take him up on his offer.

You
wanted this, Lanie.
 
There’s just no
way around it now.
 
And
no turning back
.

Leaning forward, she breathed onto his
cock as her hand slid up and down on the head of his dick.
 
She stuck out her tongue, hesitantly at
first, and licked his shaft.
 
He tasted
smooth and clean and good.

What
if someone comes into the office right now?

What
will you do?

She tried not to worry about that.
 
Brayden had more to lose from such a
discovery, and she trusted that he would know how to handle it.

He’s
probably done this before.

That thought made her pause momentarily,
but once again—Brayden hadn’t portrayed himself as anything but what he
was.

She knew that he didn’t love her.

He simply wanted her, and she wanted him
back.

Who better to learn about sex from, than
a hot, sexy and powerful guy like Brayden?
 

Lanie licked up and down his shaft, and
then when she’d gotten it sufficiently wet and glistening with her saliva, she
stroked it more quickly.

“Oh, fuck,”
Brayden
said, and she watched as his hands gripped the armrests of his chair tightly.

That gave her some encouragement.
 
He was clearly enjoying himself.

“Is this good?” she asked softly.
 
Her one hand stroked his cock up and
down as it stood stiffly, dripping some pre-cum from its head.
 
As she stroked it, she cupped his balls
with her other hand as he’d told her to do.
 
“And this?” she continued.

Now, there was almost a foamy appearance
on his shaft as her saliva mixed with the pre-cum and glazed his increasingly
hard, swollen member.

“That’s…ridiculously
good
…”
he groaned, shifting in his seat.
 
“Damn.”

Encouraged, she redoubled her
efforts.
 
“And now?”

“Now,” he breathed, closing his eyes
momentarily, “you suck on the head.
 
Just a little bit.
 
Take…
take
your time.”

She did exactly as he directed.
 
Using her hand to angle his member
towards her mouth, she stared directly at the head of his swelling penis.
 
It was slick and throbbing in her hand
and she wanted it in her mouth.

She opened wide and contracted her lips
over the head, as Brayden let out a low moan that told her she’d done it
correctly.

This
is kind of fun
.

“Use your tongue as you put your mouth on
it,” he said.

She swirled her tongue over his cock’s
head like her tongue was a paintbrush and his cock was a bannister top that she
was painting.
 
The technique seemed
to work, as she felt his muscular legs tense and his breathing quicken.

“Now,” he said, his voice low and slightly
shaky with desire.
 
“Take me in
deeper, Lanie.”

This was a bit scary, but she was
emboldened by her successful entrée.
 
Lanie opened wider and tried to take his thick pole into her mouth more
and more.

It wasn’t easy.
 
As he began pressing deeper into her
mouth, she felt a pang of anxiety, like she might gag on his thickness.

She backed away, leaving a trail of
saliva as she retreated from his member.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped.

“That was fine,” he told her.
 
“Stroke me quickly now.”

She was finally getting her bearings
after panicking, and she grasped his wet, slick cock and tugged on it quickly,
making sure to keep her grip relatively loose, as he’d initially instructed.

Her hand made sloppy squirting sounds as
she stroked him more intensely.

“That’s very, very good,” he growled,
leaning forward, as if in pain, his face a mask of concentration.

“Are you okay?
 
Is this hurting?”

He shook his head, a tiny smile playing
on his lips.
 
“No.
 
Definitely not.”

She took this as encouragement to go
faster, and now the sounds were getting louder and she could feel his hips
beginning to move in time with her hand.

“Shit,” he muttered.
 
“I’m going to come.
 
Put your mouth on me again.
 
I’m going to come in your mouth, and
you’ll swallow everything you can, Lanie.”

This was the moment of truth, Lanie
thought.
 
She didn’t want to
disappoint him, but she was anxious about taking that huge, thick hunk of
Brayden into her mouth again.
 
Last
time, she’d panicked.

And now he was going to be coming, which
was a whole other problem.

“Quick,” he said, motioning her towards
himself.
  

She took a deep breath and dove forward,
almost like she was about to jump into the deep end of a freezing cold pool.

Closing her eyes, opening her mouth, she
felt his throbbing cock pushing in between her lips and teeth and sliding
snugly into her mouth.

“Keep stroking,” he said.
 
“Keep stroking.
 
Shit, just like that.”

His breathing became more erratic.
 
She could taste him now, taste his cum
and his excitement, and that made her more excited.

Between her legs, she felt a thrumming,
humming pulse of power.

And it was escalating as she felt him
tense and then his hips pumped hard towards her face.

She hadn’t expected that.

His cock slid much further into her mouth
than she was prepared for, and bulged as it suddenly ejaculated a deluge of
semen.

The come hit her tongue and throat and
she choked a little, her eyes bulging from surprise.

His hips thrust again, and then there was
another and another.

Each time, a new wave of liquid spurted
into her mouth and she struggled to swallow it down.

Meanwhile, Lanie had somehow managed to
continue sliding her hand up and down his shaft, even as he fired his semen
into her mouth.
 
Her head knocked
into the underside of the desk as his hips continued thrusting.

It was intense.
 
It was even a little rough.

She opened her eyes and saw his hands
gripping the chair armrests so tightly that his knuckles had gone white.