31 — Drink it all

I feel Julian's tongue slowly encircle with mine, exploring my mouth as if he wants to mark every corner of it in his mind. His hands are traveling along the curves of my body, and the texture of his slightly rough palm on my pantyhose is driving me crazy.
Our lips part for a moment, and I allow a breath to enter my lungs. Julian is rubbing his lips against mine again, pulling them apart slightly with his teeth, taking his tongue back into my mouth to kiss me once more.
I hold on to his tie, and he grunts, enjoying the way I control our rhythm. He doesn't interrupt the kiss as he holds my wrist firmly, hooking his own finger into the tie so that can loosen it.
Giving a low chuckle, I say slowly, “We're late…”
“So?” He replies with a playful tone, running his hand up my thigh, climbing dangerously inside my skirt, “I want to fuck you.”
“I'm swollen…” I speak almost in a whisper.
Yes, I'm really swollen. Julian is simply too big, and the fact that I just lost my virginity doesn't help much. I dare say that the middle of my legs burned almost all night, both because it hurts like hell, and because Julian awakens very wild sensations in me.
“I know…” He grunts deep in his throat, disappointed. “That's why I kept my hands off you this morning.”
“Oh, really?” I give a playful smile, and lower my hands, meeting no resistance from Julian, who still holds my wrist. “So you wanted to put your hands on me?”
“All the time.” Julian says teasingly, brushing his lips against the corner of my mouth, “It's hard to resist you.”
My hand reaches into his lap, and I quickly find the huge bundle in his pants. His smile widens even more; it appears that feeling my hand, even over his pants, is something pleasurable.
“We're late…, but you can't leave like this…” I squeeze slightly and notice how he seems to swallow a groan.
“You're right… I can't go out like this.” Julian nods, brushing his lips to my jaw, where he deposits a dry kiss, “What am I supposed to do, my Angel? We're in the company parking lot, and you still can't take me inside you…”
I bite my lips because he's moving down to my neck, taking a discreet bite that makes my whole body shiver.
“Can you help me, babe?” The sound of Julian's voice reverberating through my skin makes me shudder. And when my fingers unbutton his pants, another shiver consumes me, “You're such a good girl.”
I run my hand slowly over his underwear, feeling the soft texture of the cloth, then finally pull down slightly, revealing the big cock. Julian straightens his hips so that the pants come down a little further and his full erection is free for me to do as I wish.
Slowly, I hold him firmly in my hands, surprised that it fit inside me somehow. It's slightly wet from his arousal, which lures me to run my hand up the entire length to the tip. Julian moans low against my neck, giving it a slightly wetter kiss, and I feel him shudder when I encircle my thumbprint around the tip of his dick.
“Your hands are so soft…” He kisses my neck again, wetting my skin, making me shiver and squeeze him even tighter, “That's it… Hold tight, Angel.”
I start to thrust him with my hands, making the tip slide through my fingers, even wetter. Julian grunts, holding tightly to my hair now, lifting his hips to meet my hand.
“Go down…” His tone is authoritative, and I can't help but obey him, sliding my hand down hard, causing him to let out a hiss amidst the loud moan, “Yeah, that’s it, girl.”
I feel my body heat up on its own, and my entrance get wet.
I keep jerking him off quickly, and when I notice the sensitivity of the tip, I focus on squeezing him there, rubbing my fingers on exactly what feels like a sensitive spot.
“I'm going to-” I know what he's about to say, so I let go of my hand, preventing the orgasm from coming.
Julian holds my hair firmly, with an expression bordering on annoyance and arousal, “Are you feeling rebellious? Then I'll do you drink it all.” He pushes my head up against his lap, and ruthlessly rubs his dick into my mouth. I don't complain, just open wide to receive it, taking as much as I can, until it reaches my throat.
And with a pleasurable grunt, Julian begins to move my head, making me choke, burying my mouth in him, “Don't waste it… don’t let a single drop out.”
I feel something warm in my mouth, the slightly salty taste of his orgasm, which I swallow, choking on his stiffness… But hearing Julian moan like that sets my body on fire, it makes my mind go blank.
He pulls my head back, causing the cock to slide out of my mouth, and forces me to look at him, “Good girl.”
Gosh, I'm going crazy.
“Just because you've been stubborn, I'm going to punish you.”
I bite my lips, rubbing my thighs together to relieve the tickle, this anticipation…
“I'm not going to satisfy you… and you're going to work wet like that.”
I let out a grunt, but he holds tightly to my hair, using his authoritative tone, “Do not relieve yourself. Got it? I want you to work wet.”
“Uhm. All right…” I whimper, my lips quivering.
He smiles, then lets go of my hair to straighten himself. And I just collapse on the seat. My body is hot, desperate, but I wouldn't dare disobey Julian… If I'm a good girl, maybe he will give me something worth waiting for.
***
I go up to the building first, but instead of going to the room as usual, I go to the office kitchen. And while I fill my glass with water, I pay attention to the whispering that sounds nearby on the other side of the thin walls. Reaming silent, I listen carefully to what the girls are saying, unable to recognize the owners of the voices.
*“I heard that her boyfriend came over here yesterday and did a show at the reception.”* Says one of the voices, amid other noises that I'm unable to recognize.
*“So, they really broke up? That's good news… That Eric is handsome!”* I hear another voice add with a chuckle.
I can't help but laugh quietly as I drink the ice water.
*“Really, and did you see what a thoughtful boyfriend he is? He gave her flowers and always came to pick her up after work.”*
Yes, that's right… he used to pick me up after work quite often. And like them, I saw it as a gesture of love and attention. Today, I can see that it was simply a way for him to control me.
*“Even though they've seemed distant lately…”*
Another truth. He said he was super busy with his new job, which I totally get… it's a management position, after all. The only difference was that he wasn't working, but he was hooking with my best friend… Oh, and getting her pregnant too.
*“They seemed happy, but it was obvious that Eric would get tired of someone so dull. She may be wearing nice clothes now and have a pretty face, but she still looks boring. They don't match at all. Eric is handsome, has a good body, and he dresses well.”
“And he's manager of the company next door, no? They really have nothing in common. Angelee is so boring…”
“Yeah, what does that Angelee have anyway? Nothing, because her billionaire daddy earned everything!”*
***“Hahaha!”*** I hear them both laugh.
I feel my stomach twist.
“Miss O'Neil?” I hear Sarah's voice, and I bring my eyes to her. She's with a high bun and her arms crossed, wearing a stylish blazer. “What are you doing wasting time in the kitchen? Aren't you already late to be here?”
As I’m opening my lips to answer, I notice that my throat is dry, so I refrain from words and drink the rest of the water in a single gulp.
“If you were chosen to be the leader, you need to do it right. People depend on you, you know. If your work is delayed, the whole team, the whole project will suffer. So be a little more responsible! We don't have time to waste!” She says, turning her back on me.
As I'm staring at the empty glass, I feel my chest equally cold and lonely.
Even though her words are bitter, they're the purest truth. And so is what the person on the other side of the wall said — I have nothing but what my father gave me...
I sigh deeply and reach for my phone. I'm determined to do the right thing, even if I have to face what I fear the most at the moment.
Dialing my father's number, I place the phone close to my ear, feeling my heart beating fast, mingling with the sound of the ringtones.
“Angel?” And simply like that, my father's voice finally sounds on the other end of the phone.