Limousine Tease

The black limousine crawled through downtown gridlock like a shark in shallow water. Horns blared outside, but inside the tinted glass everything felt hushed and thick with anticipation. I sat across from Elena Voss, my attorney for the past four years. She looked every bit the polished professional in her charcoal pencil skirt and crisp white blouse, legs crossed, glossy dark hair pinned up tight. At forty-two, she carried herself with the kind of confidence that made boardrooms nervous.

I was fifty-eight, a little gray at the temples, and right now my pulse was hammering harder than it had during my last merger negotiation.

"You seem tense, Mr. Hargrove," Elena said, voice low and smooth as the leather seats. She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting the hem of her skirt ride just high enough to show the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings. "We have twenty minutes before we reach the courthouse. Plenty of time to... relax you."

I swallowed, throat dry. "Elena, this isn't—"

"Shh." She leaned forward, manicured fingers brushing my knee. The accidental touch from earlier when she'd handed me the briefing folder had already left my skin tingling. Now it was deliberate. "You've been staring at my mouth since we got in. Don't pretend you haven't imagined it."

Her perfume—something expensive and faintly spicy—wrapped around me. My cock twitched against the confines of my tailored pants. She noticed, of course. A small, knowing smile curved her red lips.

I cleared my throat. "The meeting is important. If anyone sees—"

"No one will see." She slid gracefully from her seat to her knees in front of me, the partition already raised, driver none the wiser in the crawling traffic. Her hands rested on my thighs, warm through the fabric. "Just breathe, Richard. Let me take care of you."

The way she said my first name sent heat rushing south. I watched, mesmerized, as her fingers worked my belt open with practiced ease. The zipper sounded loud in the quiet cabin. My cock sprang free, already half-hard and thickening under her gaze.

"Look at you," she murmured, wrapping her hand around the base. Her palm was silky, grip firm but teasing. "So thick. I've wanted to taste this for months."

She stroked slowly from root to tip, thumb circling the head where a bead of pre-cum had already welled up. I groaned, hips shifting.

"Elena... fuck."

"That's the idea." Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and hungry. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

I didn't. God, I didn't.

Instead I watched her lean in, breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. She started with soft kisses along the shaft—light, almost innocent—then dragged her tongue up the underside in one long, wet stripe. The wet heat made my balls tighten.

"Shit, that feels good," I muttered, one hand instinctively threading into her perfectly pinned hair. She didn't protest.

She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting me, before parting her lips and taking just the tip inside. The suction was perfect. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she bobbed, taking more with each pass. The sounds—soft, slick, obscene—filled the limo. Outside, a siren wailed past. Inside, my breathing grew ragged.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening cock. "You like my mouth on you, don't you? I can feel you throbbing."

"Yes," I admitted, voice rough. "Keep going. Please."

Elena smiled like she'd won a case, then dove back down. This time she didn't tease. She took me deeper, lips stretching around my girth, tongue working the underside while her hand stroked what she couldn't swallow. The back of her throat brushed my head and I hissed, fighting the urge to thrust up.

Her free hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, nails grazing the sensitive skin. Spit dripped down my shaft, soaking into my pants, but I didn't care. She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my spine.

"God, Elena... you're incredible at this," I groaned. My fingers tightened in her hair, careful not to mess it up too badly before the meeting. "Suck it just like that... yeah."

She sped up, head moving faster, wet sounds growing louder. Her eyes watered a little but never left mine. The city traffic outside seemed miles away. All that existed was the tight, slick heat of her mouth, the way her throat fluttered when she took me especially deep, the soft moan she let out every time I pulsed on her tongue.

I felt the pressure building too fast. "I'm close," I warned, breath hitching. "If you don't want me to—"

She pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny and swollen. "Cum in my mouth, Richard. I want to taste you before we walk into that meeting. Give it to me."

Then she swallowed me again, all the way to the root, nose pressed to my pelvis. The sudden deepthroat pushed me over. My cock swelled, balls drawing up tight, and I came with a strangled groan.

"Fuck—Elena—"

Thick ropes of cum pulsed straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, milking me with her tongue until I was spent and twitching. Only then did she pull off slowly, licking her lips clean with a satisfied little sigh.

She sat back on her heels, smoothing her skirt, checking her reflection in the dark window. Not a hair out of place. Only the faint flush on her cheeks and the glossy sheen on her lips gave anything away.

"Feel better?" she asked, voice husky but professional again.

I tucked myself away with shaking hands, heart still pounding. "You're going to be the death of me before we even sign the papers."

She laughed softly, sliding back into her seat just as the traffic finally broke. The limo accelerated smoothly toward the courthouse.

"Good," she said, crossing her legs once more. "Because after the meeting, I expect you to return the favor in my office. My panties are already soaked, and we have a long afternoon ahead of us."

I looked at her, pulse racing all over again. The tension between us hadn't eased. It had only just begun.