Chapter 277
**Sara**
Tom pinned me beneath him, grinning down at me. "No one can hear you."
"Help will come," I declared dramatically, trying to wiggle free from his grip. "Some brave superhero will swoop in and save me from your dastardly clutches."
Tom's eyes sparkled with amusement as he held my wrists above my head. "Oh really? And who might this hero be? Superman? Spider-Man? Batman, perhaps?"
"Maybe all of them." I lifted my chin defiantly. "They'll form a whole superhero alliance just to rescue me."
He chuckled, his breath warm against my neck. "Well then, I suppose I'll just have to wait for this heroic rescue party." His lips brushed my ear. "And until they arrive, you're all mine."
I smiled, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against mine. "Yours?"
"Yes, mine." He brushed a strand of hair from my face.
"That's a pretty big claim, Professor." I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my expression serious despite the flutter in my chest. "I don't remember signing any ownership papers."
Tom laughed; the sound was rich and deep. "Would you like me to draw some up? I'm sure I could get the legal team at Blackwood Industries to prepare something."
"Oh sure, let's get your entire corporate empire involved." I rolled my eyes. "I can see the headlines now: 'Billionaire drafts contract to claim MBA student.'"
"Former MBA student," he corrected, tapping my nose.
"Ah yes, my mistake. 'Billionaire drafts contract to claim financial analyst.' That is a much better headline. But back to this ownership claim of yours. What exactly does being 'yours' entail?"
"Well..." He pretended to think about it. "First, it means I get to wake up next to you every morning."
"That's not so bad."
"And make you coffee."
"Even better."
"And kiss you whenever I want."
I wrinkled my nose. "Even when I have morning breath?"
"Especially then." He grinned. "It's in the fine print."
"You drive a hard bargain, Tom." I tried to maintain a serious expression. "Any other terms and conditions I should know about?"
Tom's fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin. "Let's see... You have to let me spoil you occasionally."
"Define occasionally." I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.
"Oh, you know. Birthday gifts, random surprises, maybe a private jet here and there..." He smirked as my jaw dropped.
"A private- Tom!" I smacked his chest. "I told you, no excessive spending."
"It's not excessive if I already own the jet." He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "Besides, how else am I supposed to whisk you away for impromptu weekend getaways?"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh yes, because that's totally normal. 'Hey Sara, want to grab lunch in Paris?'"
"Actually, I was thinking more like dinner in Rome." His eyes sparkled with mischief. "The food's better."
"You're impossible." I couldn't help but laugh. "What other ridiculous conditions are in this contract of yours?"
He pretended to think hard. "Well, you have to promise to keep challenging me in bed."
"Oh really?" I raised an eyebrow. "I was planning to become totally boring and vanilla."
"Vanilla?" He snorted. "You? The woman who just made me say her mouth was a magnificent fuck-hole?"
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Okay, point taken."
His hand slid down my side. "I believe someone owes me a blowjob."
I grinned wickedly. "I don't recall signing anything yet. These terms are still under negotiation."
"Are they now?" His fingers dipped between my legs, making me gasp. "Perhaps we need to discuss this further."
"Maybe we should get it in writing first," I teased, even as my hips bucked against his touch. "You know, proper documentation and all that."
Tom's laugh rumbled through his chest. "Always the thorough analyst, aren't you?"
"Just protecting my interests." I bit my lip as his fingers circled my clit. "Though I might be open to some preliminary agreements."
"Is that so?" His touch became firmer. "What kind of preliminary agreements did you have in mind?"
I reached down, wrapping my hand around his still-hard cock. "I think we can work something out."
Tom groaned as I gave him a firm stroke. His eyes darkened with lust, watching me with a predatory intensity. "You always have the best ideas, Sara."
I smirked, enjoying the power I held over him at that moment. "Glad you approve."
My thumb brushed over the head of his cock, feeling the slickness there. I squeezed a little tighter, earning another guttural moan from him.
"Fuck, Sara," he growled. "You know exactly how to drive me crazy."
I grinned wickedly, loving the effect I had on him. "Just wait until you see what else I can do."
Tom's eyes flashed with anticipation as I slid off the couch, kneeling before him. He shifted, sitting properly with his back against the cushions, spreading his legs to give me room.
His cock stood proudly, hard and ready, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
I looked up at him, licking my lips. "Comfortable?"
"As comfortable as I can be with your mouth so close to my cock."
"Good," I purred, wrapping my hand around his shaft. I leaned in, my breath hot on his skin. "Because I'm about to make you a lot more uncomfortable."
Tom groaned, his hips jerking slightly. "Fuck, Sara. You're killing me here."
I grinned, running my tongue along the underside of his cock, from base to tip. "Patience, Tom. All good things come to those who wait."
He growled, his hands gripping the couch cushions. "I've never been good at waiting."
"Well, lucky for you, I'm not planning on making you wait too long." I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum.
Tom's breath hitched, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the raw hunger in them, the barely restrained desire. Knowing I was the one causing this reaction in him sent a thrill through me.
I took him into my mouth, inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat. Tom's groan echoed through the room, his hands moving to tangle in my hair. I began to move, bobbing my head up and down, my lips tight around his shaft.
"Fuck, Sara," he rasped, his hips moving in time with my mouth. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
I hummed in response, the vibration making him jerk beneath me.
I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, could feel the slight gag reflex, and the way it made him even harder. I relaxed, taking him even deeper, my nose brushing against his stomach.
"Holy shit," Tom gasped, his hands fisting in my hair. "Fuck, Sara, that feels so fucking good."
I began to move faster, my head bobbing up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. I could feel the tension building in him, could feel the way his body was coiling tighter and tighter.
"Fuck, Sara," he growled, his hips jerking erratically. "I'm close. So fucking close."
I hummed again, the sound vibrating through his cock. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, could feel the way his body was trembling beneath me. I reached down with my free hand, slipping it between my own legs, finding my clit already swollen and sensitive.
Tom's eyes darkened as he watched me touch myself, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, that's hot," he rasped. "Touch yourself, Sara. Make yourself come while you suck me off."
I moaned around his cock, my fingers moving faster against my clit. The dual sensation of pleasuring him and myself was intoxicating, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Sara," Tom gasped, his body tensing. "I'm gonna come. Fuck, I'm gonna come so hard."
I could feel it, too, the way his body was coiling tighter and tighter, the way his breath was coming in ragged gasps. I braced myself, ready to take everything he had to give.
With a final groan, Tom came, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he released. I swallowed, taking everything he had to give, my own body shuddering with pleasure as I came with him.
I pulled back, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my own orgasm. Tom looked at me, his eyes glazed with satisfaction, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
"Fuck, Sara," he murmured, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "That was... fuck, that was incredible."
I grinned at him, licking my lips. "Told you I had a few tricks up my sleeve."
He chuckled, pulling me up onto the couch with him. "That was more than a few tricks," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "That was fucking magic."
I snuggled against his chest, a contented sigh escaping my lips. Tom's arms tightened around me, his chin resting on my head.
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