Chapter 49: Transparency

CYRUS

Ava stepped through the doorway, and her eyes widened as she took in the surroundings. My private bathroom was quite large.

Opposing the entrance, there was a solid wall with two doors in it, one leading to a toilet and one to a shower.

There was a two-sink countertop attached to a one-way-glass wall that ran the entire length of the room.

Looking at the wall from the brightly lit food court, you’d only see a mirror; the dimness of the bathroom made it impossible to tell that it was transparent from this side.

Only the cleaning crew knew about it, and now Ava. I made a mental note to tell Memphis Robinson before he took over my role as CEO of Brentstone Publishing.

I found the hidden window into the office to be a fun addition, but I’d never used it much before. I sometimes observed my employees while I washed my hands, but never for longer than that.

Watching people work or eat was pretty boring for the most part. Until Ava came along, that is.

She turned to me. “This is really cool and ~very~ creepy.”

“I know. Just wait until you hear what’s going to happen next.”

“Oh, I think I have an idea.”

“Oh yeah?” I stroked my knuckles along her jaw.

“Are you sure no one can see in here?”

“I am.”

I bent down to kiss her neck. She tilted her head a little to give me access. I started just below her ear and worked my way down, stopping at the fresh bite mark I’d left.

The sight of it turned me on, the signature I’d left there in the heat of the moment ~because she’d asked me to.~

The first time I’d bitten her, it was a primal, unstoppable action. I felt bad about it afterward, worried I’d caused her pain.

But the fact that she liked it, ~and had asked me to do it again~, caused a stirring in my groin.

I pressed my erection into Ava’s belly, and she gasped. My hands slid over her slender body, tracing the outlines of her curves, and my fingers started raking up the thin fabric of her dress.

“Do you want to do this?” I asked.

She pushed herself up onto the counter until her feet were dangling back and forth. She reached over and seized my necktie and pulled me closer.

“I do,” she said.

Then she reached for my belt. Her fingers brushed over my bulge, and I jolted backward a little.

“Oh, did I ~scare~ you?”

I narrowed my eyes at her, unable to suppress a smile. This girl would be the death of me.

“I’ll show you something to be scared of,” I said.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my hardened cock.

AVA

The mere sight of him made lust pool between my legs. I unbuttoned Cyrus’s dress shirt and spread it open, revealing his impressive torso.

Starting at his jawline, I trailed kisses down toward his groin. I softly blew cool air over it, raising goosebumps on his skin and making his erection bob up and down.

I wrapped both hands around the base of his cock. Cyrus growled softly as he closed his eyes. I took the tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.

I started sucking it, taking in more and more length, sliding my hand into his boxers to cradle his balls. Cyrus drew in a sharp breath and buried his hands in my hair.

“All right, your turn,” he said, prying me off him.

He pushed me backward, so that I was lying on the countertop, and yanked down my tights and panties.

He dove forward, connecting his mouth with my core. His tongue slid through. My back arched. I tossed my head sideways…

I bolted upright as my eyes fell on all my colleagues having lunch just a few feet away from me.

“They can’t see,” Cyrus said as his lips brushed over my groin and his hot breath fanned my core.

“But what if they can? I don’t know if I can do this.”

“We don’t have to. But they can’t see.” He brushed some hair out of my face. “And doesn’t the thought of it excite you just a little?”

I looked through the glass again, still feeling exposed. Cyrus pushed me backward again, his hand cradling the back of my head so he could lay me down gently.

“What do you want to do?” He ran his hands up my thighs.

“This,” I whispered.

Cyrus opened my legs and ran the pad of his thumb down my center. I felt my core heat up. He introduced his tongue again.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

He swung his leg up onto the counter and joined me, leaning over me as he positioned himself between my legs. I looked at the counter, questioning its ability to support both of our weights.

“It’ll hold,” he said, picking up on my fear.

He lined himself up with my entrance, waiting for my sign of approval. I nodded, and he slowly pushed himself in.

My walls stretched around him, accommodating his size, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I waited for the sharpness of the stretching to subside. Cyrus held still, breathing heavily.

“Go,” I said.

We went little by little until Cyrus was buried deep inside me. I looked over at the common area again, but Cyrus grabbed my chin and turned my head back toward him.

“It’s just us. Focus on me.”

I looked straight into his eyes as he bucked his hips. I gritted my teeth and then relaxed. The eye contact added another level of intimacy.

He moved again, grabbing the back of my knee to hoist my leg up so he could sink in deeper.

He planted his forearm beside my head, our noses nearly touching. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into me, making me yelp in pleasure.

“You like it rough, huh?”

I nodded, my cheeks ablaze.

Cyrus wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed lightly as he started slamming into me, deeper and deeper. I felt myself contract around his girth. I moaned out loud.

Cyrus bit down on my lip, just barely shy of drawing blood. I felt myself getting closer to my climax.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”

He rammed into me even harder. I closed my eyes, my moans slowly turning into gasping sobs. He dragged his teeth over my shoulder and bit down on my trapezius muscle.

I jerked my shoulder up in response, locking him there between my shoulder and cheekbone. Cyrus let out a loud growl as he reached ecstasy and unloaded himself into me.

I was quick to follow, clutching him to me as I rode out my high. We stayed like that for a moment before peeling apart, both still panting.

“All in a day’s work,” Cyrus said.

He started buttoning his pants and fixing his belt, and I straightened my dress and pulled my tights and underwear back up.

Cyrus smacked my butt playfully right before I left his office, making me enter the common area with a yelp.

“Bumped my head,” I said in answer to my friends’ questioning looks.

I sidled up close to the mirror wall as I passed it, pretending I had something in my eye. Luckily, all I saw was my own reflection. I winked quickly, just in case Cyrus was on the other side.

My phone buzzed.

Cyrus

I saw that.

Cyrus

Flash me.

I giggled and blew him a quick kiss before joining my friends at their table.