“It’s a knob, not a rod,” he corrected, deadpan. He slid his hands down from my breasts to my ass, pulling me against him. “And your ass is like...two big, juicy...cloves of garlic stuck together. Goes great with my ginger.”
I laughed and kissed him, once, twice, three times. “We make a really weird meal together.”
He smiled up at me, his sweetest, most heartbreaking smile. “It’s perfect.” Then he kissed me back, his delicious, soft tongue brushing against mine. I traced my hand from his challah bread down along his happy trail, then slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers. His penis rose to greet me, and I leisurely brushed my fingers up and down his shaft, relishing every answering twitch of his cock.
He broke our kiss, his breathing shallow. “Aren’t you on your period?”
Still stroking him with one hand, I rose up onto my elbow and knees and kissed a trail down his neck. “So? Maybe I really do want to suck on your knob.” I scuttled further down the bed and lowered his boxers over his hips, then slipped them off his legs and tossed them onto the floor.
“Anna,” Ian breathed, eyes hooded. He was so gorgeous, naked. All perfect lines and curves, golden skin and tantalizing shadows. I groaned, just taking in the sight of him and his thick, rigid knob.
I really did want to eat him up.
Keeping our eyes locked, I placed my hands on either side of his hips and slowly bent down. I kissed the tip of his penis, then continued kissing down the shaft, down, down, until I could swirl my tongue on his salty sac…then licked all the way back up to leisurely circle my tongue around the head, taking my time, loving the sound of his labored exhalations, the feeling of his legs tensing below me. His penis was rock-hard and ready to eat. I took the tip into my mouth and gently sucked while curling my tongue around him, barely able to wrap my hand around his thick shaft.
After a moment, I popped his penis out of my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva that dripped down his full length. I met his hungry gaze.
“Fuck.” Ian had one hand behind his neck, holding himself up in a crunch position to watch me. Damn. Those abs would be the death of me.
I rose and kissed Ian on the mouth, slowly, deeply. I poured all of the emotion, the affection and gratitude that I felt for him into that kiss...and I melted at all of the passion and tenderness, the reverence that he gave back.
Then I broke our kiss, gave him a mischievous look, and returned to sucking his cock in earnest.
He groaned as I took him deep into my mouth and swirled my tongue again, bobbing my head up, then down, up, then down, faster and faster. His free hand brushed my hair aside and held it out of my face, on top of my head. I made eye contact with him as I sucked, wanting him to see and feel how much I savored him.
“Fuck!” Ian was still staring at me, his face contorted as he struggled not to come. “Anna...Anna...just get on.”
“Wha?” I said, mouth still full.
He gently tugged on my scalp and lifted my head up. “Just let me fuck you.”
I raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, continuing to lazily pump his shaft with my hand. “You don’t care about my period?”
“Fuck no. Just get on.” He eyed me thirstily, like he really could use some fresh squeezed orange juice.
I grinned at him wolfishly. “Can we take this to the shower then? Spare your sheets?”
He smirked. “You really seem to like being fucked in the bathroom.”
I giggled and pulled him out of bed and towards the shower.
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The next day, we were back to our giddy, affectionate selves. I openly held Ian’s hand as we entered the office, and the many looks from our colleagues did not escape me. I didn’t care.
I even changed my laptop background to my favorite photo of us from Cassie’s wedding, the one of us walking towards the ceremony, laughing and smiling together. I constantly had spreadsheets and emails up on my laptop, so I hoped that no one would see it but me. But whenever I did glance at it, my heart fluttered and my chest swelled with emotion. It was a perfect photo.
I met more people, got set up with a company credit card, introduced myself to some of our vendors, and started working on some plans for the company holiday event. I actually had fun at work that day, way more than I’d ever had at Lynd & Cannoli.
I left the office and went home late with Ian that night, energized and ready to work on my music writing again. It was a little bit odd that I was busier than before, yet also more motivated. I guessed it was because I had more stimulation, more things going on in my life that I could draw inspiration from. I was no longer isolated and lonely, and it felt good.
And while we worked in the same office, Ian and I hardly ever interacted. He was a busy guy, often running in and out of meetings or being pulled into discussions about this problem or that tool. When he wasn’t in meetings, he was laser-focused on his computer. He didn’t stand around and shoot the breeze by the coffee machine, like many other Stumpstashers did, and he left me to my own devices for lunch (which he hardly even ate, most days). He gave me the space to mingle with our coworkers and make friends, and for that, I was grateful.
I didn’t have to try very hard—my fellow Stumpstashers were so friendly and welcoming, and nearly everyone stopped by my desk to introduce themselves. I was invited to lunch, coffee, and drinks by multiple coworkers that first
