Chapter 22 #2
His moodiness. His dark aura. Almost like he was a thundercloud ready to unleash a torrent of rain on her. His grumpy demeanor didn’t bother her. He wasn’t mean. He was just…prickly. She noticed he seemed a little less prickly around her. The sex probably helped, too.
Despite his cantankerous nature, on the rare occasions when she could make him smile, it was like she had won the lottery. The look of joy on his face was one that took her breath away.
“Henderson called again. Twice. ”
“Hmph.”
“I told him he wasn’t allowed to call more than once a day anymore.”
“Good.”
The tension was so thick she could cut it with the plastic cutlery.
“I’m going to organize the office. Excuse me.”
She got up and made her way to the back, realizing too late that he was hot on her heels.
The office door snicking shut behind her made her whirl on her heels.
“Griffin.”
He prowled toward her like a predator. She backed away slowly.
“Griffin, what are you doing?” Her voice sounded breathless to her own ears.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m taking a break.”
“Don’t you have to finish up the job for today?”
“It can wait a few minutes.”
“Only a few minutes?” She couldn’t resist teasing him.
At his growl, she gulped as her hips encountered the hard edge of the desk.
He loomed before her, only a foot of space between their bodies.
“Quynh.”
“Y-yes? ”
“I only need a few minutes to make you scream my name.”
“O-oh. Is that so?”
“Mmhmm.” He lowered his head and closed the distance between them. His nose grazed the side of hers as he took in a deep breath.
“You drive me crazy.” His rumbling voice was low, stirring an ache in her center. She was already on edge since he’d set foot inside the office. Now, she felt like she was going to combust, her pussy already dripping with her arousal.
“Turn around.”
“Wh-what?”
“Turn around and lift your skirt.”
She gulped. When she didn’t immediately move to obey, he smacked her ass with a firm hand.
“Ow!” she yelped.
“You heard me, sunshine.”
“So bossy,” she grumbled beneath her breath, though her knees were shaky. She used the edge of the desk to turn around, trying to disguise the way he affected her.
“Lift your skirt, sunshine.”
With shaking fingers, she slowly lifted her skirt. She bit her lip when she heard his sharp inhale.
“No panties. Dirty girl.”
She held onto the edge of the desk, looking over her shoulder as Griffin unzipped himself from his coveralls, revealing his undershirt.
He unzipped further to reveal his jeans, leaving the coveralls hanging from his hips.
He unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly over the swell of his erection.
His hard cock bounced as it escaped the tight confines of his jeans.
She nearly swallowed her tongue. She never got a good look at his cock last night, but knowing the giant dick had been inside her made her thighs shake.
He felt large, and this morning, she was tender and sore.
She chalked it up to her lack of experience.
Not to mention, it had been a while since she was intimate with anyone other than Rip, her battery-operated boyfriend named after her favorite fictional antihero.
But, now, looking at Griffin’s thick, veiny cock, fear skittered down her spine.
“Don’t worry, sunshine, you can take it.” His words should have reassured her.
“Now, be a good girl and bend over the desk for me.”
She licked her lips and bent at the waist, presenting her naked ass to him.
She expected him to fuck her like that, so when his hot tongue probed at her pussy she nearly jumped at the contact before melting into his erotic kiss.
Griffin was skillful with his tongue. He laved at her center and flicked at her clit, alternating between shoving his tongue into her entrance and torturing her clit. Within minutes, she was on the edge of an orgasm .
Just when she was about to go over the edge, Griffin stopped. She growled in frustration at his answering chuckle.
“I want you to come on my cock.” His lips left wet kisses on her butt cheeks. Her pussy throbbing with neglect made her want to reach down with her fingers and take care of business.
Before she could, Griffin stood up. She gasped as the head of his cock probed at her entrance. Instead of penetrating her, he slipped his cock through her pussy lips.
“That’s it. You’re getting my cock nice and wet.”
Her fingers fisted on the table at the erotic sensation of his hot cock rubbing in her juices.
Finally, after torturing her for a few more moments, he notched himself at her entrance.
This time, he took his time as he worked himself inside of her with shallow thrusts, letting her get used to him.
He knew she was still tender. All too soon, she felt the telltale pressure building in her belly.
“Oh, fuck, Griffin, please, I need to come.”
Whatever restraint Griffin had until then fractured. He fucked her. Hard. So hard she held on to his desk for dear life. Griffin grabbed her right leg, placing her knee on the table.
“Oh, fuck.” Quynh hung her head at the deeper angle of his thrusts, his cock hitting a sensitive part, making her spasm around him.
Griffin reached a hand around and played with her clit between his fingers, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud. It was too much.
“I’m going to co-come!”
Griffin’s hand came up to cover her mouth as she screamed her release, her walls squeezing and milking his cock for all its worth.
He kept his relentless assault on her clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure he could from her, prolonging her orgasm until she was certain she would die. La petite mort. The little death.
How apropos.
Her thoughts were hazy. She was still coming down from her orgasm when Griffin cursed and came with a low groan. His stiff cock jerked with his release as he spilled himself inside her.
His arms squeezed her to him, head resting at the crook of her neck as their breathing slowed down.
For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she felt his cum leaking out from around his softening cock. She shifted as the thought turned her on.
What does it look like when he comes inside of me?
“Ah, sunshine, you’d better stop wiggling if we want to get back to work. Otherwise, we’ll never leave this office.”
He leaned over her, picking up the box of tissues on the desk and pulling a few out. When his cock slipped completely out of her, his tissue-covered hand was there to catch his mess .
She should be embarrassed, but if anything, she was more turned on by his willingness to clean up after himself. When he pulled the sopping tissues away, he balled them up and tossed them into the trash bin.
She pulled down her skirt and turned around to plop on the edge of the desk. Her legs were still shaky. She wouldn’t chance trying to walk yet.
Her nose scrunched up in distaste. The office smelled like sex. She needed to light some candles or something to clear the air.
She watched as Griffin tucked his semi-hard cock back into his jeans, his tongue licking at his bottom lip, eyes hooded as he watched her watching him.
“Quit looking at me like that, sunshine.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll stuff that pretty mouth of yours with my cock.”
Quynh squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache that returned in full force at his filthy words.
“I don’t think Henderson would appreciate any further delays to his Camaro. He will be here in an hour to retrieve it.” She cleared her throat and straightened her skirt, pretending to be a professional after being freshly fucked.
His answering smirk made her toes curl in her flats. God, he was sinful.
“Okay, boss. Let’s get back to work.” He winked at her, giving her a once-over before opening the door and walking out into the hallway. Thankfully, he shut the door quietly behind him to allow her some more time to get herself together.
She really needed to find a candle or air freshener, though. And the office really needed some organization. She could answer the phones from back here. They weren’t expecting any clients for at least an hour. The bell would announce any newcomers.
She rounded the desk and sat down in the giant office chair, adjusting it to her preference, and she started on her new tasks.
Maybe it was the combination of the amazing sex and doing something productive, but happiness bubbled inside of her. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time.
Maybe, just maybe, things were looking up for her.
Maybe she was no longer down on her luck.