Confessions of a Litigation God

by Sawyer Bennett

Page 37

  Mac and her pure, white lace.

  Fucking hot!

  As she stepped around my desk, she murmured provocatively. “I’m getting ready to make all your fantasies come true. ”

  I turned my chair to the right and looked up at her br**sts, gripping onto the armrests of my chair tightly to resist the urge to cup them in my hands. “What do you mean?”

  She leaned over me and whispered. “I’m getting ready to give you a five-star bl*w j*b. ”

  Oh, f**k! I leaned my head back against my chair and closed my eyes, telling my c**k to stay down.

  But it was too late… that bad boy had leapt to attention the minute it realized Mac was going to wrap her lips around it.

  “I don’t need that,” I said lamely, but God, did I f**king want it.

  Her voice was soft with laughter as she dropped to her knees in front of me. “Baby… I’ve never seen anyone in more need of a b**w j*b than you right now. ” She took my belt off and slowly unzipped my pants, dragging her knuckles over my erection as she moved down.

  “Fuck,” I hissed through my teeth. “You’re killing me here. ”

  She pulled my pants and boxers down, and my h*ps raised up to help her out with her task. She took me in her warm hand and just squeezed me as she ran her thumb around the head of my cock.

  A groan ripped out of my throat and my h*ps jerked.

  “Shhh,” she whispered with a smirk and as a warning for me to be quiet, even as her hand started stroking me. She knew damn well it was going to be next to impossible for me to keep my mouth shut with her jerking me off like that. My h*ps surged up, forcing my dick through the friction of her hold.

  Trying to remember Bill’s admonishment that we keep this shit out of the office, I asked, “What if someone calls me?”

  “Answer the phone,” she said as if it were the simplest answer in the world. Yes, I could just see me answering the phone with my c**k down her throat. No telling what I’d say to the person on the other line.

  Mac leaned forward and with that amazingly wet and pink tongue, licked the underside of my c**k from the base to the tip, causing me to grunt. It’s how she always got started on me, and I knew better stuff was still to come.

  No pun intended, of course.

  She licked me again, and I could barely get the words out. “What if someone knocks on the door?”

  “Tell them to go away. ” Then she took me all the way in, straight to the back of her throat, where I swear I bumped her tonsils. She gave an appreciative moan, moving her tongue side to side against the underside of my cock, and I started to tremble.

  “What if—?” I started to say, but she pulled her mouth away from me and that got my attention fast.

  “Baby… shut up and enjoy this,” she said in exasperation as she glared up at me. She was beyond glorious, her eyes sexy and her lips shiny, my wet c**k standing at attention in front of her face.

  I grinned down at her and just let my head fall back against my chair, closing my eyes. She took me back in her mouth and then I was just lost as she moved up and down my length.

  I think I’ve said it before… Mac gives a f**king stellar bl*w j*b. I’d still rather be balls deep inside of her pu**y any day of the week, but damn… having her go down on me in the middle of the day, in my office? I just hoped I didn’t shout the roof down when I came.

  My hands ended up tangled in her hair, and though I tried to let her keep full control, I couldn’t help gripping on to her tight and trying to f**k her mouth just a little as my h*ps moved on their own accord. She hummed approval in the back of her throat, which reverberated all the way through to my balls.

  She put her hand in on the action so every time her mouth moved up, she’d suck hard on the tip, and squeeze and rotate her hand at the base, and God… it felt f**king marvelous.

  At one point, she had me muttering incoherently because I was so lost in the storm of carnal craving.

  When I came, it was so hard that my h*ps jerked deep into her mouth and I blew hot and straight down her throat. She kept at me until I was completely empty, absolutely sated, and again marveling that I had found the perfect woman.

  After tucking me back in, zipping me up, and giving me a light kiss with her swollen lips, we got down to business and tried to figure out how we could win my appeal.

  “Hey, baby,” Mac purrs in my ear as she wiggles on my lap, jerking me back to the present and straight out of my  p**n  memory of her bl*w j*b. “I’d like another Slippery Nipple. ”

  I grab ahold of her waist to stop her movements, which if she keeps it up, will guarantee a boner before too long. “No more Slippery Nipples for you. You’re going to be hating life tomorrow as it is. ”

  Mac looks down at her watch, squinting just a bit to see the numbers. Her brow furrows, and there’s no telling what is going on inside that magnificent, albeit drunk mind of hers.

  She sits up straight on my lap suddenly with a look of supreme confidence and looks over at her bestie. “Hey Macy. . . I just used the word ‘plethora’ in my mind. ”

  Macy takes a sip of her vodka tonic and shoots me a grin, before turning back to Mac. “That’s great, Mac. But so what?” She turns back to me and gives me a wink, thoroughly enjoying Mac’s drunken rant.

  “W-e-e-e-e-ll,” Mac says slowly, as if she’s talking to a first grader. “I’m obviously not that drunk if I can use big words in my head. Thus, I deserve another Slippery Nipple. ”

  I start laughing, because f**k, she’s entertaining when she’s drunk. I mean, she’s pretty funny when she’s sober but that’s because she’s got the sharpest of wits. It says something that she can still bring it even while inebriated.

  I wrap my arms around her waist and lean in to kiss her neck. “It’s arguments like that that will make you a legal star. I’m convinced. I’ll go get you another Slippery Nipple. ”

  Pushing Mac off my lap, I head to the bar for another round of drinks for her and Macy, plus a bottled water for myself. The way Mac is going, I may be holding her hair above the toilet tonight so it’s best if I stay sober.

  While I wait for my drinks, I glance back over at the table. Mac and Macy have their heads close together, both talking about something girlie and secretive I’m sure. Mac’s eyes are sparkling and her smile is at mega wattage. I wonder what they’re talking about and wonder if it has to do with me.

  Probably… they waited until I left the table to get all cozy in their conversation.

  The bartender brings me the drinks and I pay for them. As I walk back toward the table, Mac’s head turns my way and she gives me a smile that says, Yes, I’m drunk, but I’m so happy to see you right now, you’ve been gone from me far too long, and I think the sun rises and sets on you, Matt Connover.

  Okay, maybe I’m reading too much into it but damn… her smile can practically punch the oxygen right out of my lungs.

  Setting the drinks on the table, I pull Mac up from the chair by her arm, sit down, and then drag her back down on to my lap. As long as she keeps her wiggling to a minimum, I should be good. Besides, I find I like having her this close to me.

  ***

  After that last Slippery Nipple, I convince Mac to go home. Actually, I don’t so much as convince her as Macy does, who called it a night saying she was tired and wanted to get to sleep. So I pack Mac and Macy into a cab and we head to their apartment.

  When we step inside, I tell Macy goodnight and lead Mac back into her bedroom. She gives Macy a little wave and sort of stumbles along behind me.

  I pull her inside and shut the door. When I turn around, Mac is right there, having much more coordination than I gave her credit for because her hands grab ahold of my belt buckle and she tries to take it off. The look on her face is absolutely priceless… her brow furrowed in concentration, her tongue peeking out of the side of her mouth as she squints at her task.

  Putting my hands over hers,
I tell her, “No way, baby. You’re too drunk. ”

  She makes a pffft sound and tries to bat my hands away. “But honey… I want it. ”

  God, she’s f**king adorable. I pull her into my arms and hug her, kissing the top of her head. Mac immediately melts into me, laying her cheek on my chest and sighing in abandonment.

  “You can have it,” I tell her conspiratorially. “Tomorrow… when you’re sober. So for now, go brush your teeth and take some aspirin. ”

  I release her from my hold and turn her toward the bathroom. She wobbles to the side a bit but then pulls herself straight. Giving her a tiny push, I get her going, watching her carefully to make sure she’s okay. She walks into the bathroom and leaves the door open, which is good. I can keep an eye on her.

  Removing my clothes, I watch as Mac takes some Tylenol and brushes her teeth. As she starts to take her clothes off, I’m reasonably assured she’s not going to fall over or start puking her guts up, so I crawl in to bed, pulling the sheets up over my hips.

  When Mac comes out of the bathroom, stunningly na**d but still stumbling slightly, I can’t help but grin at her. She puts the tip of her finger in her mouth and lets her eyes roam over me as she walks to the bed. As she stands there, looking down at me, I wish with a passion that she wasn’t drunk because I can’t help it… the sight of her gloriously na**d body does things to me. Her br**sts are perfectly rounded, lush with ni**les peaked and begging for my tongue. I so want my mouth on them, and I suppress a groan.

  Mac crawls over my body, and I grit my teeth when she brushes against my hardening dick. She giggles and then collapses beside me on the bed, trying to scoot her way under the covers.

  When she gets situated, she lays her head on my chest and I pull her in close. She pushes her leg in between mine and wraps her arm around me. Our embrace is sweet and comforting, yet the feel of her na**d skin and heavy br**sts makes me horny. It’s an odd feeling, but I love that Mac can turn me on even in all her drunken glory.

  Reaching my free arm out, I turn off the table lamp beside me, plunging the room into darkness. I concentrate on the sound of Mac’s breathing, wanting to ensure she falls asleep and isn’t going to get sick. While I don’t mind helping her out and will gladly hold her while she throws up, I’m a heavy sleeper and if I go down before she does, there’s a chance I’d sleep through it.

  And… Mac is stubborn enough, even when she’s drunk, that she wouldn’t ask for my help.

  Her breathing is light, but I know it won’t be long before she succumbs.

  “Hey, Matt?” she says loudly. Actually, she’s trying for a whisper but it’s about the closest thing to a whisper-scream I’ve ever heard.

  “Yeah?” I ask as I grin in the dark at her.

  “I think I love you. ”

  A sizzle of surprise, a flash of adrenaline, a cramping squeeze to my chest, and a feeling of lightheadedness hit me all at once. She f**king threw out the “L” word, and it does something to me.

  Not sure what, but that was a completely visceral reaction to those words.

  I don’t know what to say in response, so I just squeeze her so she knows I heard her.

  “I’ll probably regret saying that tomorrow,” she says matter-of-factly, “but I just had to say it. ”

  The cynic in me… the one who refuses to trust and hasn’t given credence to the concept of love in a very long time says, “You won’t remember it tomorrow, Mac. ”

  It’s so dark in the room that I can’t see much but the vague outline of her body on the bed next to me. I can’t see her face at all, but for some reason… I just know… I can feel rather, that she’s smiling in a patient way.

  “Yes, I will. I may not remember telling you, but I will remember I love you. That’s just not something I can forget. ”

  Fuck… that same sizzle-flash-squeeze feeling courses through me again, and if I had to take a wild-ass guess as to what it was, I might have to give it the name of Euphoria.