Luke leans back in his chair and turns his attention back to the speaker.
Confusion fills me. Was that it? Are we done? I follow his lead and settle into my seat as well. That’s when I feel his hand on my thigh.
I keep my expression neutral, but inside, I’m in a frenzy of excitement. I should have known he wasn’t finished with me.
His hand inches under the hem of my skirt until it is completely hidden. He caresses the sensitive skin on my inner thigh.
I want to stop him. If this keeps going, I have no idea how someone won’t see us. But I’m too far gone. Desire takes ahold of me, and my sex burns with need. I let him keep going and just pray no one can see what’s happening.
“Open,” he whispers.
Dear God.
Luke’s finger dips between my silky folds. I grit my teeth to keep the moan from escaping my throat. It comes out in a trembling breath instead. I look at Luke, my eyes wide, but he’s looking straight ahead. Last night was hotter than anything that has ever happened to me, but this…this is a whole new level.
He continues to stroke me, and I grip the arms of my chair to steady myself. Each touch of his hand makes my hips want to squirm. I feel extra sensitive for some reason, maybe because of all the sex last night or because I know we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s dangerous and wrong, which strangely, just seems to heighten my senses.
Luke slicks his thumb in my juices and swirls it over my hard, throbbing clit.
It’s like an electric shock jolts through me. I close my eyes. As much as I don’t want to, I groan at the feeling. I try to cover the sound by turning it into a cough, but to me, it sounds utterly fake. No one turns around to look at me, though, which is good. I’m too wound up to feel relief.
The man talking on the podium in front of us practically vanishes from my consciousness as Luke lightly pinches my sensitive nub before his thumb plunges inside me. He forms a V with his fingers and slides it up either side, making me shift in my seat. How has no-one noticed us yet? I can only pray that we don’t get thrown out before I climax.
He’s moving with a steady, hypnotic rhythm. Every touch brings me closer and closer to the edge. I fight the feelings building inside me. I can’t let myself go. If I do, there’s no way I can keep quiet.
Pressure builds inside me like a volcano about to blow. Luke keeps caressing me, never letting up the delicious tempo. He’s dragging me kicking and screaming over the edge. I can’t stop him. I don’t even want to stop him anymore. It feels too good. I barely care that I’m about to embarrass myself in front of an auditorium full of people. Rational thought is gone. I know I won’t last anymore. I clench my teeth to keep from crying out.
“Look at me,” he murmurs, his voice low but undoubtedly delivering an order.
My eyes flip open, and I meet his gaze. And that is it. No holding back. Pleasure erupts inside me, and I moan louder than I’ve ever moaned before.
At that exact moment, the entire room bursts into applause.
Jesus, are they clapping for me?
Through the haze of pleasure, I see the speaker on stage taking a bow. He just finished his lecture. They’re clapping for him. No one heard the sound of my orgasm. Luke had timed my orgasm to finish with the speaker.
I curl up on my seat and let pleasure pulse through me. Luke’s thumb is still inside me but no one is paying attention to me except Luke. He’s the only one seeing me tremble uncontrollably. But he likes what he sees.
Finally, I slump back in my chair, satisfied and spent. Aftershocks of bliss pass through me, but the danger has passed. I’m free to savor the feelings rolling inside me. Luke catches the back of my head in one hand and lifts his other, the one that had, only a few moments ago, been in my pussy, to my lips. I open my mouth at once, and he slides his fingers past my lips. I massage them with my tongue, taking my time so I can taste myself on him, sucking lightly and watching as his brow furrow with arousal. That gives me an idea. It’s a risky idea, but two can play at this game. I release his fingers.
Luke looks down at me, a crooked smile on his face. “So, what did you think?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Best Asian Development seminar ever.”
Chapter 11
Jade
My panties are still in Luke’s pocket, but I try to look as professional and decent as possible as we make our way backstage to get everything set up for Luke’s presentation. He looks completely calm and in-control as he goes through his notes one last time, checking everything to make sure he has all his ideas in order.
“How are you not nervous?” I wonder aloud, watching as he straightens his tie and double-checks his prompts.
He shrugs. “I’ve done this a thousand times before, besides, my mind’s on…other things.” His eyes flick up and down my body, a small smile slipping onto his face.
I blush again. Because I want what he wants. Jesus, what kind of person do I turn into whenever this man is around? I perch on the edge of a desk off to the side of the stage, and try to think of some way to get rid of him for a minute. “Don’t you need to go to the toilet first or something?”
“Good idea, I’ll be back in two,” he says, getting to his feet.
My heart is hammering as I watch him head off through a back door towards the toilets. Perfect-now is my time.
I glance around to make sure no-one is looking, then dive onto the stage. There are a few people who have chosen not to go for the break, but they seem to be busy looking through their notes, or chatting with the people sitting next to them. Nobody is looking at the empty stage.
I walk quickly and confidently across the stage towards the lectern. Luke’s laptop is already on it. The lectern is covered by a heavy red velvet. I look around the hall once more. Everyone is busy doing their own thing.
Ducking down, I slip through the opening in the curtain around the lectern. As I guessed, the space underneath is wide enough to easily fit me if I maintain a squatting position. In fact, I can even get on my haunches. The curtain also completely covers me from view. I feel quite giddy. A part of me isn’t really sure that I’m actually doing this. I raise myself up on my knees.
Yeah, this is an appropriate response to my punishment. Just like me, he’ll have to come in a room full of people. Only, I didn’t have to face them. But it’ll be fine because the pool of light only falls on his face and his audience will mostly be looking at the sideshow. Besides, that look he gave me before he’d left for the toilet…he wants me to be daring.
I stay very still while someone introduces Luke.
A minute or two later, Luke walks out onto the stage to polite applause, and takes his place at the lectern. “Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen,” he greets them.
I reach up and run my hand over his package.
He looks down, eyes wide, but as soon as his gaze falls on me, he smiles. A secret smile. He wants this. He pretends to pull at something, while he tenderly tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. He starts his presentation. I typed it up, so I know where the jokes are and the laughter and applause will be. I wait for it and take advantage of the noise to unzip his pants. He carries on talking as if nothing is happening. I reach into his boxers, and wrap my fingers around his erection. It is at full mast.
“Right, let’s begin,” he says, moving closer to me and launches into his speech. He isn’t missing a beat.
Maybe I can change that.
Obviously, I don’t want him to screw-up and embarrass himself in front of all these people, so I time my touches to the moments when he reaches a natural pause, or takes a second to look down at his notes. I take my own sweet time. The whole idea is to make him ache for it, the way he did to me back in the audience only a half-hour ago until he decided to bring me to a climax. I jerk him for quite a bit, before I so much as even flutter my tongue against his head. He is rock-hard before I wrap my lips around him.
Then, as soon as I do…I go to town.
I slip my mouth down over hi
s cock.
Above me, he sucks in a sharp breath. It’s not too obvious that it can’t be passed off as anything more than taking a moment to think, but he looks down at me as he does so, and his eyes are wild and glittering.
I widen my eyes in a “who-me?” gesture, then flick my tongue against the underside of his cock as I slide my mouth up and down. He feels warm and smooth in my mouth, and I love the power I have over him in that second.
How things have changed, huh, Luke?
He continues with his talk. The slides keep changing. I know the presentation runs for about twenty more minutes, and I want to make him come right when it’s over, so he can lose himself to the moment. In the meantime, I’m happy to torment him, to taste every inch of him until I know every ridge and vein of his cock.
I move my mouth up and press my lips to his head for a sloppy kiss, before running them down the underside. Then, I shift down inside his pants and catch his balls in my hand. Last night I didn’t get a good look at them. I was drunk and it was dark. Today I see them clearly. They are large and cleanly shaven, and I swear to God, I lick my lips as soon as I lay eyes on them. I widen my mouth, and lower them to his testicles, taking each one in my mouth and lovingly lapping at it as I slowly jerk his cock with my hand. I run a hand down his leg, and find it solid with tension beneath his suit.
Good. This is exactly how I want him.
I move back up to his cock-head, and flick my tongue out against his tip over and over again. I taste pre-cum on my tongue, the salty-sweetness that tells me I’m doing a fine job, but that’s not enough. I want it all. I want that power. He tightens his grip on the lectern above me, and I watch as his fingers tense on the wood at my every touch. God, I want this man. I want to make him come in my mouth, right here, right now. I still can’t quite believe that this is me, thinking these things.
I hear him reaching the end of his speech, and I could have sworn he is rushing, as though he has figured out my game. So I return my attentions to his shaft, tightening my lips around him, sliding up and down. I massage his balls lightly with my hand, letting my nails trail over his sensitive spots. If I’m not mistaken there should another paragraph of closing stuff, but he is already on his round-up. I lick, suck, touch, and play for all I’m worth. I’m determined—no, I’m desperate to make him come at the height of the applause.
And, to my great pleasure, he does.
I hadn’t realized how tense I was until I feel him unload on my tongue. I wanted this just as badly as he did. As the applause starts up, he reaches down and wraps my hair around his hand, holding me in place as he thrust hard into my mouth. His cock pulses as he finishes, and I keep my mouth sealed around him, swallowing every drop that comes out of his wonderful cock. I look up at him, watching as he desperately tries to keep a straight face.
How do you like it, huh?
He nailed his speech, and I made him come. What could be better? I stuff his cock back into his briefs, zip him up and withdraw myself back behind the curtain.
“Thank you,” Luke says and moves away.
The man who introduced him earlier is back to thank him and tell the audience that they have a fifteen minute tea break.
I hear the murmuring of the crowd as they leave their seats and start to disperse. I peep out from the parting in the curtain. The stage is empty. I crawl out, stand and walk away casually.
Luke is talking to a group of people. He is nodding, but his eyes are watching me. His cheeks are flushed.
I smile at him and wait quietly until he has finished with everyone else.
He walks up to me. His eyes are shining. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t believe you fingered me in a crowded auditorium,” I shoot back.
“You deserved it.”
“So did you. Did you like it?”
He grins. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine,” he says, as he leads me offstage.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he confirms. “You just have a way of reading my mind, baby.”
“That’s what makes me such a brilliant assistant,” I tease.
Chapter 12
Luke
We arrive at the nearby beach resort quite quickly. Well, nearby if you take a helicopter, which is how we traveled.
“I can’t believe you,” Jade says, burying her toes in the warm white sand.
“What? Don’t you like it here?”
She looks up into my eyes, the sea reflects in her eyes, making them appear green-blue. “I love it. It’s just, you made it clear that we weren’t on vacation. I didn’t think I’d be able to explore the city, much less come all the way out here to this island beach.”
I shrug. “I think we’ve had as much fun at the conference today as we could. I thought we could use a change of pace.”
She licks her lips and it sends a jolt through me. “No arguments here.”
“Good. Come on.” I lead her up the beach to our private cabana right near the water. During the ride over, I made a phone call to the friend who owns this private resort.
We walk up to the cabana right near the water. It has been beautifully prepared for our arrival. Everything we could possibly need for a day at the beach is laid out for us beneath the palm frond roof. A waiter from the resort stands there in crisp white linens, holding two frosty drinks in hollowed out melons.
“Ooo thank you,” Jade says as she takes one. She takes a sip, and her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head. “Oh, my God, this is amazing. You have to try this, Luke.”
I grab my own drink.
The waiter nods politely, and moves away. He stays close enough, so we can call him easily, but far enough away to give us our privacy.
I take a sip. “You’re right. This is very good.”
“How much alcohol do you think is in it?”
“I think you don’t want to know.”
She shudders. “I don’t think I could bear another headache like this morning.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy.”
With her drink in hand, she sits in one of the padded loungers facing the water.
I sit on the chair next to her.
The sun bathes my skin, but the salty wind coming off the water keeps it from feeling sweaty-hot. The sound of the waves hitting the beach is soothing. Tension drains from me as the peaceful surroundings seep into me.
“When was the last time you did something like this?” Jade asks, turning to look at me.
“What? Sit on the beach with a beautiful woman?”
Jade shoots me a sour grin, like she thinks I’m being cheesy, but the flush of her cheeks tells me she appreciated the compliment. “No, I mean, when was the last time you just sat back and relaxed like this?”
The question catches me off guard. “You know, I honestly can’t remember. I guess it’s been a while.” I take another sip of my drink and think about it. I really can’t think of the last time. “You know how it is, with work and everything. The wheels of business don’t stop turning long enough for me to take a vacation.”
She sighs. “I know. Things are non-stop with you. But doesn’t it feel nice?”
“It does,” I admit.
“Then why don’t you take a break every once in awhile?” she asks, turning to look at me.
It’s such a simple question, but I don’t have a good answer. “I’ve really never thought about it. I’ve always been driven, I guess. I know that if I work hard, I’ll be successful.”
“Well, yeah, but you’re already successful by any standard. You’ve done it. You’ve got more money than God, offices all over the world, and an army of people working for you.”
“True,” I reply.
“So what’s the endgame? When is it all enough? When can you sit back and enjoy your life?”
“Christ, Jade, you make it sound like I’m a miserable workaholic.”
“No, not miserable. But you don’t seem happy, either.”
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p; “Work makes me happy.”
She nods. “Sure, but there are other kinds of happiness.”
“Are there?” I ask, laughing.
“I mean, there could be. What makes you happy? Other than work.”
“I’ve never really stopped to think about it.” I drain the rest of my drink as I think. The answer is not at the bottom of my melon. Finally, I shrug. “I don’t know.”
“See? That’s why it’s good to slow down every once in awhile. It helps put things in perspective. Helps you figure out what you really want.”
“And what do you want?” I ask, wanting to get the damn spotlight off me. These questions make me feel uneasy, like there’s a part of me that’s missing.
“I want lots of things,” Jade replies. “The career, of course. But I also want a family someday. A couple of kiddos running around. A man I love.”
“That’s all so predictable,” I retort.
She sits up straighter, bristling at my comment. “It may be predictable, but at least I have goals. Things to look forward to and to strive for in my life. What are you looking forward to? Adding more zeroes to your bank account?”
I don’t have an answer. It’s rare for me to be speechless like this, but here I am. Nobody has this effect on me, but Jade manages to throw me off-balance with ease, like it’s nothing.
Jade stands up next to me. “I’m going for a swim.” She strips off her flowing beach dress, revealing a jaw-dropping, itsy bitsy white bikini underneath. Her full, ripe breasts threaten to spill out of her top. I sincerely wish they would. Her bottoms are fitted enough that I can just make out the outline of her pussy before she turns around. I don’t know if she sways her hips on purpose just to torture me, or if it just comes naturally to her, but I get rock hard just looking at her walk to the water’s edge. My eyes stay glued to her firm, round ass as it bounces with every step.
Part of the reason I wanted to come to the beach was for this exact moment. Even though I’d already seen her naked, I’d been drunk. I remember everything that happened between us the night before, but now, in the brilliant light of day, Jade looks so much brighter and more vivid than my blurry memories.
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