Chapter 105: Chapter 105

Done teasing them both, he pushed his chair backward to give her more space to come even closer. He wound the long strand of her black hair around his fist, so tight and secure there would be no doubt in her mind who had the upper hand. That her mouth was his to do as he Please.

He guided her head forward, pushed his cock between her parted lips, and didn't stop until the sensitive crest bumped against the back of their throat. She didn't jerk back. Instead, her lashes fluttered closed and she moaned, the sound vibrating along his shaft and tightening his balls. Christ.

His body shook like it was his first time ever getting a blow job regardless of how many mouths he had have gone down on him, yet it took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to thrust his hips and fuck her perfect mouth, harder, deeper.

As it was, surrounded by all that silky heat and feeling the suctioning pull on his cock as he slowly drew her back up the length of his shaft, he suspected he was only going to last a few strokes.

The door opened, making Xavier's hand loosely drop from her hair as an oblivious Timothy walked through the door, on his hands stacks and stacks of files that made Xavier raise his brows.

He spared a glance at Maya when he felt her lips on his shaft alarmed. He had expected her to stop the assault on his cock now they had company. But she licked her lips and he shook his head warningly, knowing what she was about doing if the mischievous quirky grin she gave to him was anything to go with.

"Timothy mmm__" he gulped audibly and Timothy looked at him alarmed, even as his hand fisted on Maya's hair fell limply at the side of his chair, as she went down on him again.

"Why are you here?" He choked out, even as her lips and tongue wreaked havoc with every last semblance of his control, and shoved him closer to an inevitable orgasm.

"Sir are you okay?"

A chuckle vibrated through his cock, even as he silently cursed knowing that she was intentionally trying to fuck him over.

"Yes," he gulped again, "Yes I am," More than fine.

He closed his eyes almost like he was soliciting mercy while one of his hands raked his hair. Timothy just watched perplexed.

"I wanted to go through your schedule with you,"

His eyes widened, "Now?" He knew the amount of time that would take. Time he couldn't give especially with the woman who had his cock inside her throat.

He groaned as he felt his cock hitting the back of Maya's throat and his eyes widened wondering if she went to a school which specialized in teaching how to give blow jobs that robbed a man of his senses and as crazy as it sounded, he felt a brief stab of jealousy at the thought of who she must have gone down on severally to get this much experience.

"Sir are you sure you are alright?" Timothy blurted out again even as Xavier visibly shook yet nodding in the affirmative.

He looked down at Maya and when she opened her lashes and looked up at him with passion blurred eyes that told him just how much she loved sucking his cock, he knew he was down for.

Breathing fast and feeling the rush of adrenaline in his veins, warning him of his impending climax, he looked up to meet Timothy's confused stare as he seemed to be trying to figure out why his boss looked tortured.

"I'm actually not fine, I think I'm coming down with a migraine," Xavier blurted out while Maya tried to muffle a laugh.

Timothy took a step forward and Xavier shook his head vehemently alarmed, "No don't." He knew that if he took any more steps further he would know that something was up with him but it had nothing to do with a migraine.

Maya chuckled yet again. Evil.

"My mom has a special remedy of making migraines go," he blurted out wondering where that came from a second later.

Timothy brought out a notepad expecting him to call the name of some soup so he could in turn ring the front desk to get it.

"It is coffee."

"Coffee?"

"Yes," he gritted through his teeth, to stop another groan from spilling out of his mouth, "Now go." He hastily commanded even as a confused bedazzled Timothy stumbled out of his office.

"I'm going to fucking come, Maya. Hard," he rasped, immediately Timothy left the room, barely recognizing his own gravelly voice, "If you don't want that you need to stop now."

She ignored his warning and took him to the back of her throat again and swallowed, the tight muscles there squeezing around the head and triggering the hottest, fiercest orgasm he had ever had.

The muscles in his stomach contracted, and he came on a hoarse shout, his hips jerking even as her mouth continued to devastate him even as he was thankful that Timothy was completely off the floor.

Feeling as though he had just been through a major hurricane, he dropped his head back against his chair and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to recover from the tempestuous storm that was Maya.

When his breath steadied and he slowly opened his eyes, he saw her still in her position with a smug grin on her face.

A phone rang breaking the spell and it took him a few seconds to comprehend it was hers even as she took the call, with her face still next to his cock.

She widened her eyes, realizing just how late she was as she hastily stood up while cutting the call.

Still, in between his legs, she leaned in kissing him, their tongue entwining and he could taste himself on her lips which erupted a possessive growl from his lips knowing that she had a taste of him in her sweet little hot mouth that belonged solely to him.