It was a mistake, I swear.  I didn’t mean for Melissa to see the picture; I had honestly forgotten that just this weekend Max had sent it to me. So when she asked to look at the photos of the apartment we had been commissioned to redesign, I handed my phone over without a second thought.

She scrolled without saying a word until she came upon that picture.  I heard her gasp and my eyes flew to her direction.  As soon as I saw her face I knew what she was looking at: my boyfriend’s rigid cock.  He had been away for work over the weekend and in the middle of phone sex, he sent the picture.  It was a good one too, cock thick and hard, his hand wrapped tightly around it, the tip glazed with just a little bit of wetness.

I snatched my phone from Melissa, my cheeks on fire, my brain and tongue battling over which words to say first, until I registered her reaction.  Melissa’s face didn’t show disgust, or embarrassment, or even judgement, she looked…impressed?

Melissa, who tried to one-up me at every opportunity, who always made sure she was the center of attention at meetings, who thought she was my boss since she was older and had been with the company for only six more months than I, was possibly even jealous?  She stuck her jaw out and cleared her throat.

Oh yes, she was jealous.

“Wow, Jenna,” she said, her eyebrows high and lips pouted.  “Nice.”

She threw me half a smirk and walked out of the room.

I laughed out loud.

I felt powerful.  I felt vindicated.  I felt like I wanted to run after her and shout, “That’s right, all eight inches belong to me, bitch!”

And that last fact, that Max’s cock was mine and Melissa wanted it?  It turned me on.

I rushed home from work that night, the high from the Melissa encounter still making me buzz.  As soon as I saw him I attacked.  Slamming him against the kitchen wall, I pressed my body hard against his and tore his shirt from the waist of his pants.  I gripped his dick through the woolen fabric and moaned into his mouth when I felt him grow hard beneath my fingers.

He laughed, “What has gotten into you?”

As I unbuttoned him and reached inside I told him, “I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock all day.”

Dropping to my knees, I had his pants and underwear down in one quick yank, and went right to work.  I pulled him between my lips and took all eight inches of him inside, gagging just slightly as he hit the back of my throat.  His cock slid wetly in and out of my mouth, and I am not ashamed to admit that the thought of Melissa was still very fresh in my mind.  The idea of her wanting what was mine, possibly even watching me suck his cock, turned me on even more.

An idea had me stop what I was doing, but before Max could protest, I reached into my purse that had been lain discarded at our feet and withdrew my phone.  Max didn’t need to be told what to do when I handed it to him.

I went back to sucking him, the clicking sound of the camera mixed with Max’s groans music to my ears.  I did my best to give him some great porn star shots.  Gripping him in my hand, I swirled my tongue around the tip and then puckered up so that my lips wrapped around the head of his cock.  I sucked him all the way in again and looked up at him through my long eyelashes.  He threaded his fingers in my hair and pulled it out of the way to get a view from the side.

After several photos, Max tossed the phone aside and went back to enjoying the attention I was giving him and I went back to focusing on pleasing him rather than posing for the camera.  My lips vibrated each time I moaned around his dick and one hand wrapped around him to follow my mouth up and down his shaft.  The other hand cupped gently around his balls, rolling them easily until I felt them tighten.  His hips moved in little thrusts as he started to fuck my mouth.

Max exploded with a raspy groan and I kept my lips tight around him, my tongue massaging him as I swallowed his warm, salty-sweet come.  He stroked my hair and I caressed his thighs while he rested against the wall and panted.

As he led to the bedroom moments later, Max’s thoughts were on returning the favor, I’m sure, and then fucking me.  Mine were on how I was going to “accidentally” let Melissa see the new photos we had taken.

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