All Access Pass: Chapter Nine: Phone Sex, Mirror Mess

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Zach

Watching Vaughn leave for work sucks, but it also gives me the chance I need to do my real job.

But before getting into that, I head into the primary bedroom and strip the sheets, tossing them in the wash.

I’m certain Vaughn has cameras. I remember spotting the panel for the security system last night. So, as I go about cleaning up, I glance around, looking for the cameras, motion detectors, and anything else that will trip me up.

Shame rears up in my stomach and curdles breakfast and coffee. Vaughn can’t be involved in the shady shit happening at the company. If he is… I’ll deal with it then.

Shaking off the feeling, I try every door until I find the laundry room. Only one is locked, and a camera points directly at it. Obviously, it must be his home office. I won’t be able to get in there today.

Making sure the load is balanced, I start the washer and add soap and softener. To get in the office, I’ll need a reason or excuse. I add it to my mental list for later.

Wandering back down the hall, I find the linen closet and pull out a new set of bedding. Vaughn probably wouldn’t mind doing this himself later, but I enjoy it.

Making the bed doesn’t take long. I grab the butt plug from last night and wash it thoroughly, then put it away with the other toys in the cabinet.

A smutty idea pops in my head and I can’t help grinning as I head for the guest room. Opening the door reveals exactly what I remember. A standing mirror.

Picking it up carefully, I head back to the primary suite. After a bit of maneuvering, it’s in the perfect spot. Vaughn won’t see it from the door but, depending on if we end up fucking or not again later, he’ll get an eyeful of us.

My cock twitches and stiffens as I imagine the look on his face when he sees our reflection. Pushing the desire away, I go back to the guest room and then the en suite bathroom where I left my clothes.

“Fuck…” Smacking myself in the forehead, I pick up my phone. It’s not dead, but pretty close.

Of course I forgot to get Vaughn’s cell number. I dial the main switchboard instead, and a sweet, cheerful voice answers.

“Good morning. Celeste speaking. How may I direct your call?”

“Vaughn Mercer, please.”

There are a few blips on the line, and then it starts ringing. My heart pounds and sweat beads along my upper lip.

I have no reason to be nervous. I’m just calling to ask how to lock up. Fuck… he’s going to think I don’t want to be here.

“Mercer.”

No greeting, just his gruff voice and last name.

“Hey, Vaughn. It’s Zach.” Speakerphone is such an awful invention. I want to say “hi, Daddy,” but he answers on speaker, and I have no idea if he’s alone.

Vaughn clears his throat, and I hear him knocking the phone off the hook and scrambling to grab it.

“Hang on.”

I hear his door slam shut and the lock turn. I laugh to myself. His office chair squeaks as he settles back into it.

I can visualize him leaning back in it just like he did yesterday when Sabine burst through his door. God, it feels like forever ago I was hiding under his desk.

“Hey, Cock Slut. I’m sliding my hand down the front of my pants. My cock is sad you’re not under my desk right now.” He moans and I moan right back as my cock hardens. Phone sex isn’t on my mind, but hell, I want to be under his desk so bad.

“Mmm, Daddy.” I moan again into the phone. Pressing one hand against my cock, eyes closing. “I’d swipe my tongue to lick up your precum, then slowly work my mouth down your cock until it filled my throat. I’d squeeze your balls and stroke your taint until you begged to bend me over that desk and fuck me blind.”

Vaughn sounds like he’s in pain the way he groans. “I’d bend you over this desk alright. Then I’d eat your ass until you begged for me to shove my cock in you.”

Unable to help myself, I hurry to the primary bedroom. My phone is probably going to die, but this is worth it.

“Tell me your cell number, Daddy.” I put him on speaker, type the number as he says it, then unzip my pants and pull out my cock. I switch the camera to video and tap record.

“Tell me again. Daddy. What do you want to do to your naughty Cock Slut?” I watch myself as I work my dick. The lube is sitting on the side table and I reach for it. I press the pump down gently, letting the drops hit my pelvis. The lube drips down my cock, the drops glistening and sliding down.

“Oh, you need to hear me tell you again how I’d yank you up by your pretty blond hair and spin you around, bend you over, smack your ass, then yank your pants down, and eat your sexy ass until you begged me to shove my dick in it?” I can hear him working his dick. I know he can hear me working mine. “Is that what you needed, Cock Slut?”

“Fuck yes, that’s what I needed.” The words are a messy moan but so what, Vaughn knows I’m needy for him.

“Good. Keep working that thick dick for me. I plan on riding it hard and fast when I get home.”

“Will you suck it first, Daddy? I’d like to feel you choke on my dick.” My speech is breathy, I’m barely breathing, trying not to shoot my load just yet. It’s so hard holding back.

“Hmm,” he growls, “would you like that, Cock Slut? Do you want to feel my lips stretch around your thick head?”

“Oh, fuuuuck.” My eyes close and I lean my head back as I cum all over the mirror. I don’t hold back my moaning. I stroke faster, and jizz fills the glass, dripping down messily.

I can hear Vaughn on the other end, and he must be gritting his teeth, but the low rumble of short moans clue me in that I wasn’t the only one to finish.

All I hear is heavy breathing. Vaughn’s probably sitting back in his chair, eyes closed, hand loosely wrapped around his satisfied dick.

“Did I get you off, Daddy?” I whisper, breathy. Setting the phone down, I strip completely and stretch out on his bed. I trim the video and send it to his cell.

“You know I did.” His voice rumbles across the line, followed by a notification ping.

“Holy fuck….”

Chuckling, I hum into the phone. “Does it turn you on watching me get off?”

“Fuck yes, but I have to go back to work.” He sounds defeated.

“I know, Daddy. I didn’t call to have phone sex, though, I’m not complaining. I was hoping you had a spare key. I need to run a couple of errands.” Waiting for his reply sucks and I hold my breath.

“Yeah. Uh… there should be a spare key in the garage. It’s under the can of spray paint on the middle shelf.” I hear papers rustling on the line as he shifts back into work mode.

“Thank you. Is there anything you want or need when you get home?” Holding my phone up, I take some naked selfies and send them over to him. Moments later, I hear his cell pinging.

“Yes. You, naked and hard.” He’s breathing hard now. “You’re gonna fuck me tonight, Cock Slut.”

“I can’t wait to bend you over the side of the bed, Daddy.” Tapping the end button, I take one more selfie of my thick cock and send it to him.

I get a text back of a photo of his dick, hard and long, and my mouth waters. Fuck, I’ve never been this hot and bothered with someone. Not ever.

I’m used to being fucked and ghosted. Is this what it feels like to be wanted?

Needed?

“Fuck, I’m in trouble.” Rolling off the bed, I run my fingers through my hair. I need to focus. I breathe slowly and deeply, counting down the exhale.

Blinking, I glance at my jizz-coated reflection in the mirror and gather my clothes.

Once dressed, I go into the bathroom and find a towel and glass cleaner. I can’t leave a mess like that for later. Once done, I go out to the garage and get the key. It’s still pretty early in the day, but my ride will be here any minute.

Guilt seeps in again and I push it down while I wait at the end of the driveway. A car pulls up and I climb in the front seat.

“Do you want to tell me why I’m picking you up in front of Vaughn Mercer’s house instead of your apartment building?” The annoyance coming from Benjamin is palpable.

He’s all business and I’m feeling like I’m doing something behind Vaughn’s back again. It’s harder to push it down this time, but I know he’s not involved. There’s no way. Not after what I overheard while under his desk.

“No reason, really. Found out some things we have in common. It got late, so I stayed in the guest room.” The way he side-eyes me verifies he doesn’t buy the lie. I bite my tongue and let it go.

“I need you to stay on task.” His tone brooks no argument.

“I’m on task. Vaughn has a home office…” sighing, I continue, “but there’s a camera pointed at the locked door.” Picking up the short cord, I plug my phone in and set it in the drink holder.

“I know yesterday was your first day, but do you have anything that says Bryce is shady and we need to be here?” Wasting time looking into a company is anathema to Benjamin, and I get it.

“Yeah, actually. Sabine went into Vaughn’s office like a hurricane. She knows something shady is going on and Bryce is at the center of it. Vaughn told her he’s looking into him.” I rub my face. Dammit, now he’s going to ask how I overheard them talking.

“And how, exactly, do you know that?” Benjamin taps the brakes when someone cuts us off.

“I was in the office at the time. She didn’t see me.” Turning away, I stare out the window at the passing scenery.

“I’ve seen that office. The only way she wouldn’t see you is if you were under his desk.” The accusation is clear in his tone.

“Look, I got the information. Who cares how I got it?” I laugh, but let it die. He’s so not happy with me right now.

“The FBI will care how you got it.” He smacks the steering wheel and turns toward me. The red light turns green, but he doesn’t move. “How do you plan to explain why you were hiding under the desk?” The driver in the car behind us beeps the horn. Benjamin growls and turns back and hits the gas.

“It’s okay. I planted a bug. It’s an audio file. No worries.” I swallow hard as heat rushes up my body. I can’t read anything other than anger and irritation on Benjamin right now.

“Are we going to have to explain to the FBI why there is moaning and the sounds of you sucking someone off on an official audio recording?” His voice deepens, and his neck and face flush.

“Absolutely not. I used my phone app to turn it off as soon as Sabine left.” I can’t help the smirk that appears on my face, so I hide it by pretending I have an itch.

Benjamin runs a hand down his face and grumbles something I can’t understand.

“Have I compromised any of our previous investigations?” Now I’m irked. He knows I haven’t let any of my… proclivities screw up any of our work before.

“No.” His shoulders drop and he lets off the gas a little.

“Well, alright then. Let me do my job. So what if I have a little fun on the side? It’s a good way to keep off the radar.” I settle back into the seat and stare out the window again.

“If you’re compromised, it could throw the entire investigation out.” Benjamin grips the steering wheel hard, knuckles white.

“How am I compromised? Bryce Thompson doesn’t even know my name.” I turn to him. It sucks having this conversation in a car. I’d love to get in his face right now.

“Yet.” Benjamin takes a left into the apartment complex lot and drives slowly through the lot to the building in the back.

Stopping in front of the back door, he puts the car in park and turns toward me. “I worry about you. You’re….” He huffs and reaches out to squeeze my shoulder. “You’re young and… well, people are always going to underestimate you. It doesn’t matter how smart or charming or… pretty you are, Zach. You could end up giving away vital information to someone we don’t know is involved.” His face is red again, but not from anger. I’m getting completely different vibes from him now.

He swallows hard and sighs. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“Benjamin, I didn’t know you cared.” I can’t help but smile at him. It feels like he dropped his walls for a moment.

“I do. You’re an expensive asset to my organization.” He sits back in his seat and fiddles with the AC knob.

The smile on his face tells me more though. And so does the outline of his semi-hard cock in his pants. I’d never gotten gay or bi vibes off Benjamin in the past, but he’d also never picked me up at a lover’s house before either.

He doesn’t know I like sucking cock or that I’m bi. Guess he doesn’t know everything about me.

“Do you need me to wait for you? Give you a ride back to Vaughn’s?” His voice is soft, almost nervous.

“No, I’ll use the ride app. We can’t be seen together. Do you want to come up and go over the files we have so far?” I hope he says yes. Maybe, just maybe I’ll get to see more of Benjamin’s real self if he comes up.

“Nah, I can’t. I need to get ready for a meeting later at the office today. The board is introducing me to the company.” He looks distraught at saying no, and I reach over to squeeze his knee.

“It’s okay. Next time.” I open the door and hop out. “See you soon.” I close the door and head to the building.