Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
When I started jerking him off, he moaned and reached behind him, sinking his fingers into my hair, then tightening his grip and pulling my head back. I growled and began pounding him even harder. He made the most incredible sound, almost a purr, and without thinking about it, I bit his shoulder through his shirt.
Throughout all of that, my orgasm kept building. He came first, crying out as he shot across the tabletop. His ass clamped down on my cock, and when he muttered, “Fuck,” it was almost a sob. His cock twitched in my fist, then twitched again.
In the next instant, my orgasm slammed into me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t see as pleasure and sensation overrode everything else. His hand replaced mine on his cock as I wrapped both arms around him, holding nothing back as I drove myself into his ass. Each thrust was so forceful that it brought him up onto his toes.
It went on and on, until my body had nothing left to give. I felt it as he shuddered with the last of his orgasm. A few moments later, mine finally ebbed. Both of us were left trembling and gasping for air. I held onto the base of the condom and slid out of him, then took a staggering step backwards. I had to lean against the wall of the conference room to steady myself enough to remove and tie off the condom. After I dropped it into a trash can, I yanked up my jeans and briefs in one motion, spun one of the chairs away from the table, and collapsed onto it.
Koenig had dropped into a crouch, his shoulders rising and falling as he caught his breath. He steadied himself by gripping the edge of the table as he straightened up, and he kept his back to me as he quickly got dressed. Then he strode to the exit and paused with his hand on the doorknob.
He glanced over his shoulder, but he didn’t actually look at me as he said, “You can’t tell anyone we did that.” He’d tried to sound authoritative, but he didn’t really succeed.
“No shit. Like I want to get fired?”
With that, he was gone. Before the door swung shut, I saw he’d headed off to the left—toward the exit at the end of the hall, and away from the main part of the hotel.
I let myself rest and cool down for a few minutes. Then I got to my feet, zipped up, and turned on the light so I could see what I was doing. I reassembled my wallet before sticking it in my pocket, then located the condom wrapper and lube packet under the table.
After I threw them away, I sighed at the long cum splatter across the tabletop. Unlike Koenig, I didn’t have it in me to make that someone else’s problem, so I grabbed a huge fistful of tissues from a box on the side table, wiped it up, and chucked the wad into the trash.
Finally, I put on my sweater and took one last look around to make sure everything was as we’d found it. I pushed in the chair and turned off the light before leaving the room, then made a quick stop off in the restroom to wash up and fix my hair.
My phone buzzed as I left the conference center and cut through the hotel lobby. It turned out I had four messages from Yolanda, spaced several minutes apart. They went from “they’re serving dinner soon” to “they just served dinner” to “your shit’s getting cold.” The last message said, “Dude, did you totally blow us off?” I replied that I’d gone for a walk to clear my head but was on my way back, and picked up my pace.
As soon as I stepped into the ballroom, I began scanning the crowd. There was just one person I was looking for, but of course Koenig wasn’t here. No surprise.
Finally, I slipped back into my seat and said, “Sorry, everyone. I got overheated and decided I needed some fresh air.” That was actually the truth.
Yolanda was watching me closely and somewhat suspiciously from across the table. Then JoJo glanced at me, turned back for a longer look, and whispered something in her girlfriend’s ear. When Yolanda whispered something back, I knew I wasn’t fooling those two. But even if they’d figured out I’d just hooked up with someone, there was no way I could tell them who it had been. That had nothing to do with the rule about dating coworkers. Yolanda would just never let me live it down if she knew it was Koenig.
While all of that was happening on the other side of the table, Darice knit her brows with concern. She pressed the back of her hand to my forehead and said, “You look flushed, and you might be running a fever. Are you feeling alright?”