Chapter 51: Chapter 51: The Office Treat
Brooke pulled away from the kiss. Her mouth—wet, glossy with wine residue. Ethan’s eyes, yeah, they were burning now. His breath ragged. She saw the bulge, obviously. Smirk came back, dangerous.
"Poor thing," she whispered, voice low and thick. "Looks awfully uncomfortable. Let me help that, shall I?"
No rush. Torturous slow, she got his belt unbuckled. Zipper hiss. Her fingers grazed him—just the lightest touch—and a heavy, animal groan pulled itself from Ethan’s chest. Brooke got her hands under the boxers, pulling everything down. His cock sprang free. Throbbing. Massive.
"Mmm. Big boy," she teased, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. "Let’s make you feel much better."
She leaned in. Hot breath on his skin. Started at the root, tongue tracing, swirling around the tip. Ethan yanked a sharp breath—hands fisted in her hair, tight. She took him in, mouth stretching, tongue attacking every ridge.
"Fuck, Brooke," Ethan choked out, hips instinctively bucking. "Your mouth... it’s fucking heaven."
She pulled back. That flash of pure evil in her eye. "I know, darling," she purred. "It’s what I do." Back down she went, head pumping, fast and hard, hands never stopping. That sensitive spot just under the head? She hit it. Again. Ethan’s legs started to tremble.
She released him with a pop. Saliva dripped down the shaft. Brooke trailed kisses lower, past the base, tongue exploring his balls. Gentle, then firm. Took one, rolled it. The other hand kept stroking. Ethan—short, sharp gasps only. His whole body locking up.
Brooke moved lower again, running her tongue behind his nuts, licking that incredibly sensitive flesh. Ethan’s grip on her hair was a vice. Knuckles white. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes, then took him deep again, tongue swirling.
"Brooke, I’m close," Ethan warned, voice strained, guttural.
She smiled. She had other plans. Released him again, hands working the shaft, then—she moved behind him. Quick, unexpected. With a wicked little grin, she spread his cheeks. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tight, sensitive entrance. Ethan groaned—body shaking with total surprise.
"Fuck, Brooke, what are you doing?" he managed, a shocked, ragged whisper.
"Shh. Just feel," she murmured, tongue circling, then pushing inside. Ethan nearly collapsed. His legs buckled. Pure, intense pleasure convulsed his body. Brooke’s hands worked his cock, tongue working him—closer and closer.
"Brooke, I can’t hold it!" Ethan grunted, straining, tensing.
"Then don’t," she whispered, the purr turning feral. "Let go for me, Ethan. I want it all."
Final hand stroke. Deep tongue thrust. Ethan blew. Completely undone. His body shook violently, cock pulsing as he shot deep into her mouth. Brooke swallowed, eyes fixed on his, a look of utter, satisfied triumph as she milked him dry.
The System’s voice hit him, loud and obnoxious: [There it is! First rimjob done! Congrats, you’re officially not an ass virgin anymore!] Ethan felt the heat—blush, embarrassment, pure shock. [Shut up, idiot. That was completely out of nowhere.]
[Out of nowhere amazing, you loved that, my circuits detected the spike,] the system mocked, relentless.
Ethan ignored the AI. He looked at Brooke. Her smile was satisfied, a little mischievous. "That was your first time, wasn’t it?" she asked, her voice softer now, more sensual. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Pleasure is just pleasure. Every part of your body can scream with it. I can show you."
Ethan swallowed, throat dry. "I’m more of a giver," he admitted, his voice still ragged.
Brooke giggled—a sound that was pure confidence. "We can explore more later, darling. For now, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Start your giving."
With a grunt, Ethan reached. Found the waistband of her thin purple thong. He peeled it down slowly, knuckles dragging on her soft skin. Off. He grabbed the wet fabric, pressed it to her lips. A teasing smile. "Shh. Let me take care of you."
He grabbed her arms, pulling her up. Used the desk edge to position her—legs spread wide. Brooke’s eyes went wide—anticipation, surrender—but she didn’t resist.
Ethan dropped to his knees. Clutching her thighs. Leaned in, breath hot against her skin. Started slow. Tongue tracing lazy circles on her clit. Tasting. Brooke’s hips bucked reflexively, a soft, muffled groan escaping past the thong.
"Mmm, you taste so good," Ethan murmured, voice vibrating low against her. He increased pressure—flicking, swirling, relentless on her clit. Fingers joined, tracing patterns around her entrance, just agonizing teasing.
Brooke’s body arched, hips moving fast now, desperate. Breathing short, sharp gasps. Ethan felt the wetness rising. He slid one finger in, curling it up to hit that deep spot, tongue never stopping the relentless assault.
"Oh, God, Ethan!" Brooke moaned, muffled, pure pleasure. "Yes. Right there. Don’t stop!"
Ethan wouldn’t stop. Second finger in, scissoring, stretching her. His thumb circled the clit, keeping perfect time. Brooke’s body went taut. Inner muscles clenching hard. She was right on the brink.
"Come, Brooke," Ethan growled. "Let me taste you, now!"
Final intense flick. Deep finger thrust. Brooke shattered. Her body convulsed, inner walls milking him dry, juice flowing freely. Ethan licked it all, tongue stroking her sensitive skin, dragging out the orgasm until she was a quivering, boneless wreck on the desk.
He pulled back, chin and lips glistening. Brooke looked down, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed deep red. Ethan smiled. Satisfied. He pulled the thong from her mouth, letting her breathe.
"Fuck, Ethan," Brooke gasped hoarsely. "That was... utterly intense."
Ethan leaned up, kissing her deeply. Letting her taste herself on his lips. "I love pleasing you," he murmured against her mouth, hands already moving over her body, ready for the next move.
"I fucking love those eyes. I’m going to make sure my name is carved permanently into every inch of your body. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to touch another man without realizing they’re nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to me and my massive cock. Get ready, bitch."
Respuesta de Brooke:
"Ooh, I have no doubt you will. Come on, big boy. I’m waiting for you.