[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
"How was the interview today?" Antony asked, putting his coat over the chair in his office.
"Extremely boring, to say the least, though I was happy the editor-in-chief treated me in a more civilized manner than most journalists I’ve talked to so far," Kaija replied, taking her seat on the couch. "She did ask me about you, though. About how I managed to get you to produce my song. I just told her maybe I was lucky. Like, extremely lucky."
Soft chuckles slipped from Antony’s lips. He quickly took his seat next to Kaija on the couch, fingers playing absently with a lock of her hair.
"That was the truth, wasn’t it? I could say I was lucky too, that you ran into me in the elevator that night. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have gotten back to producing, and perhaps, I’d never know how much I’d enjoy being this close to you like I am right now."
"Speaking of being close," Kaija murmured, resting her head against Antony’s chest. "I notice you’ve gotten so used to being touchy with me lately, touching me whenever you can, wherever you can."
"Hm, have I?" Antony mused, pulling her closer as if proving her point. "Does that displease you, then, my star?"
"On the contrary. I want you to touch me even more, especially... in places you shouldn’t be touching." Her sweetly spoken invitation, along with the warm breath brushing against his skin, practically set Antony’s ears on fire.
"You..." Antony mumbled, swallowing hard, "you’ve gone from being extremely mindful of yourself whenever you’re around me, to outright seducing me now."
"Oh yeah?" Kaija teased. "Does that displease you, then, my producer?" Her teeth sank into the firmness of his chest, nibbling playfully at the muscles defining it.
Now, Antony couldn’t sit still anymore. His breath grew heavier as that strangely pleasurable pain spread across his skin. His shoulders shuddered faintly as the sensation crept up his neck.
"It... doesn’t displease me at all..." he breathed, "but the way you’re going, we’re not gonna produce any album tonight."
"Mmm hmmm," Kaija agreed, showing no sign of stopping.
Her teeth continued working their way up Antony’s neck, her tongue joining them in gently sucking at the lobe of his ear. The sensations sent Antony into another round of shudders, unsure what to do about her sudden advances.
Before Antony could sort through it, her naughty hand slid down to the heated place between his legs, already hard and bulging the fabric of his pants.
Antony’s hands immediately shot to her wrist, stopping her cold in place.
"Kaikai, you seem... a little strange," Antony said, his voice unsure.
Kaija glanced up at him, blue eyes blinking slowly with a strange calmness. "Do I?"
"Something must’ve happened during the day, and you’re not telling me," Antony said, placing a kiss on the hand he’d caught. "You weren’t like this when we got back to your flat in the morning."
Kaija’s gaze wandered for a while, as if weighing whether she should tell him or not, until at last she decided against it.
"Nothing happened at all," she replied in a soft whisper, "I just want to make it up to you, for passing out when we made love yesterday."
Antony’s grip loosened around her wrist, though he wasn’t exactly believing her entirely. The zipper went down, and the throbbing length hidden beneath it sprang free.
"Hah... Kaikai, you don’t have to," Antony panted, eyeing the lust wetting Kaija’s gaze. As much as he was uttering those words, his back was leaning against the couch. He nudged his pants along with his boxers a little lower off his thighs, giving her full access to the creature burning and itching between his legs.
"I know I don’t have to," Kaija murmured. "But the way you make me feel when you touch me so lovingly, Antony, it drives me totally, absolutely crazy for you." Her fingers brushed gently along the sensitive skin of his length, teasing its tip playfully.
Antony jerked upon being teased, and her lips closed over his flushed tip. Electric currents instantly shot down his thighs. The contrast between the cool air in the room and the heat of her small mouth was too sharp, too sudden.
Goosebumps raced across his skin. The veins spanning across his length twitched every time Kaija’s lips came together into small suctions. As if that wasn’t enough, her fingers enclosed around his long base, running up and down along his length in a matching rhythm with her eager little mouth.
For Antony, perhaps the worst part of this strange experience wasn’t the pleasure itself, but the sight of Kaija’s face working eagerly on his dick.
Her blue eyes were wide open, staring up at him with her eyelids half-closed. Her soft lips stretched wide open with effort, cheeks puffing up from having him filling her mouth alone.
He’d thought of her body and her tight pussy all day, yet having her pleasing him with her mouth instead somehow felt even more erotic.
"Kaikai... you look... you look so..." Antony swallowed hard. His thumb brushed on one of her puffed cheeks, whispering softly. "I don’t... I don’t even know how to explain... just seeing you like this... it makes me want to..."
It made him want to drive his cock into her face, and fuck her little mouth until he came, was what Antony wanted to say, but couldn’t.
Kaija’s eyes curved, as if smiling in satisfaction at his clumsy comments. Her lips continued moving, and his massive girth kept disappearing back into the sweetness of her mouth.
"Hey... Kaikai, that’s enough for me," Antony murmured, stroking her face gently. "Come up here, let me please you too."
"No need. Just let me do it for you, we’ll have to work in a bit anyway."
Antony’s hand went momentarily stiff over her cheek. His hands shot down to her waist, pulling her straight up to his lap.
"Something is definitely off with you today," he said firmly, "and I’m gonna make you spell it out to me."