"Ah—"
The sound came from somewhere behind the closed office door, low and muffled, not loud enough to reach the corridor outside but present enough to fill the small room completely.
"Ahhhh—"
Miss Kelly was sitting on the edge of her desk with both hands pressed flat against the surface behind her, her head back, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders.
Her skirt was pushed up around her waist and her legs were spread and Liam was between them with his face pressed to her and his hands spread across her inner thighs holding them open.
"Liamm— please—"
He kept going.
His tongue moved in the slow deliberate way it had been moving for the last several minutes, steady and focused, finding the specific things that made her sounds change and returning to them methodically.
Her thighs pressed against his hands every time something landed particularly well, her body trying to close what he was keeping open, and he held the pressure without adjusting.
"Ah— mm— Liam—"
