17. Ally
17
ALLY
J ust like yesterday, it feels too good to stop. His tongue is strong and moving with mine. His lips are soft yet firm, and he’s kissing me hard and fast, too weak to do anything but give himself what he needs. And what he needs is me.
I bite his lower lip, and he hisses, but he doesn’t slow our kiss or pull away. Instead, he wraps his large hand around my throat, and it causes something inside of me to erupt in flames of desire and need.
“Did you lock the door when you came in?” he asks against my mouth.
“No,” I breathe.
He pulls away from me so fast that I nearly fall over. I catch my balance as I spin around to see him march over to the door and lock it. In the blink of an eye, he’s standing in front of me again. He grabs me by the back of my head and pulls my mouth back to his. His kiss is just as hard as before.
My hands move to his sides, fisting his shirt and slowly pulling it up his chest as he begins walking me backward and around his desk. He breaks our kiss, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor. Then he grabs my hips and spins me around, so my back is to him. His hands lock onto my wrists, and he plants my hands flat against his desk.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck. His hands move up my sides and around to my chest. He squeezes my breasts while pressing his erection against my ass. “You make me so fucking hard. The only thing I can think about is sliding back inside your tight pussy.”
His hand slides down my stomach, dipping into my pants until he’s cupping my sex. He squeezes slightly, applying enough pressure to make my stomach tighten as my walls contract with anticipation.
He bites my earlobe as he rubs in circles, making me weak in the knees. A soft moan slips from my lips. “I love hearing you moan,” he confesses as he continues to grind his hardness against my ass. His hips slow to a stop, almost like he’s realized something. “How experienced are you?”
I look at him from over my shoulder. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice shaky.
“You said you’ve dated, you just never had sex. I’m assuming that means that you’ve done other things?” His fingers are still moving over my panties, distracting me.
I nod. “I’ve made out with guys. I’ve given them head. Other than you, I’ve been the only person to make me come.”
The corners of his mouth lift slightly. “Have you ever been kissed here?” With his fingers still moving, I know what he means.
I swallow over the lump in my throat and shake my head.
“Would you let me kiss you there?”
My mouth is suddenly dry. It opens and closes like a fish gasping for air. I wet my lips. “I… I don’t know. Do you want to?”
“Yes, I do,” he says, removing his hand from me. He leans back as his hands move to my hips. He spins me around to face him. “There’s nothing I want more right now than to have your naked ass up on my desk with your legs spread wide for me.”
“I… I don’t know,” I breathe, my entire body hot with need and embarrassment. What he’s suggesting seems a little more advanced than what I’m ready for.
“Do you trust me?”
“I barely know you,” I remind him.
“Yes, but you trusted me enough yesterday to fuck you without telling me you were a virgin,” he says, dipping forward to kiss just below my ear. “I promise I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”
My eyes shut when his mouth moves down my neck. “Why? I mean, why do you want to do that?” I ask, even though I’m not even sure how I’m forming words, let alone coherent thoughts.
“I want to taste you and see how sweet you are.”
Fear consumes me. What if I look funny down there or don’t taste good? I’ve been working all day. What if there’s sweat? “I don’t know. I’ve been running around all day. Shouldn’t I shower first?”
He smirks and shakes his head. “No way. I want to taste you.” He sits in his desk hair. “Drop your pants and sit on my desk.” His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. I know they’re blue, but they look nearly black in his dimly lit office. His jaw is flexed, and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he wheels himself closer.
I’m unsure and nervous, but something about him makes me want to give him everything he asks for. And deep down, I want to experience this just as badly as he wants it. I hook my fingers beneath the waistband of my scrub pants and panties. With a deep breath, I push them both down my hips. I shimmy them lower and once they fall to my ankles, I use my toes to remove my shoes, and then I kick it all to the side. I sit on his desk, keeping my legs together as they dangle over the edge.
He grins. “Now, take off your top.”
I frown. “My top?”
He nods. “I want all of you exposed to me.” He sits, watching and waiting.
I pull my top over my head and unhook my bra.
He wets his parted lips. “Good. Now, lay back.”
I look behind me and see his laptop. I push it to the side and do as I’m told. The cold desk on my bare back makes me gasp and my nipples harden.
“Now, I want you to take this foot,” he says, grabbing my ankle. He rips off my sock before bending my knee and placing my heel at the edge of the desk so only my toes are over the edge. “And put it here.” He grabs my other ankle. “And I want this foot,” he repeats, “Here,” he says, after removing my sock and placing my foot just like the other. He wheels himself closer so he’s sitting between my spread legs. “So fucking perfect,” he praises, placing his hand on my ankle. He runs it up my calf, over my knee, and down my inner thigh. He does the same with the other, and then he pushes my thighs outward. “Open for me, Ally. Let me see the way your pussy blushes for me.”
Heat washes through me. My eyes fall closed, unable to see the way he’s looking at me. I don’t know what to expect, but I jump when he places his hands between my legs, spreading my folds. “Such a beautiful little cunt.” He places his thumb at my entrance and drags it upward, spreading my arousal up to my clit. When the pad of his thumb grazes over my sensitive nub, I whimper, my thighs twitching. “Does that feel good?” he asks, rubbing my clit to cause shocks to wash over me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Just wait until I put my mouth here. I promise, you won’t be able to get enough,” he says, kissing the inside of my calf.
I gasp with pleasure and excitement as he kisses higher and higher up my leg. When he climbs as high as he can, his head dips forward and he drags his tongue between my folds. Every muscle in my body locks up at once. My hips tighten, and my ass lifts off the desk. He chuckles. “I knew you’d like it,” he says, doing it again.
I don’t know how it can feel so different. Does my body somehow know the difference between his finger and his tongue? It has to because I’ve never felt something this good. His tongue is soft, warm, and wet. He uses the tip to tickle my nub, moving forward and back. After a moment, he changes it up and moves in circles. I’m hit with shocks again, and my muscles tighten. I think this is as good as it gets, which is still far better than I expected, but then he does something else. Instead of just using the tip of his tongue, he sucks my bud into his mouth, and I see stars. The suction, the wiggling of his tongue, the heat and intensity, it’s all too much. Every muscle hardens as my orgasm builds.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe, lifting my hips off the desk.
He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me in place as he continues his assault. I reach between my legs and fist his hair with one hand. The other is tangled in my own. That’s the only way I can keep myself here, delivering a little bit of pain because this is too much pleasure. Gasps and moans are leaving my lips. “Stop. Don’t!”
He lifts his head, pulling away.
I quickly realize that I said that backward, so I add, “Don’t stop, Ethan.”
He chuckles and dives back in. Every stroke of his tongue pushes me closer to my release. The suction he has is perfect. The way he holds me down is icing on the cake. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. Until he holds me down with one hand so he can slide a finger inside of me. That pushes me over the edge instantly. He thrusts his fingers into me hard and fast while continuing to suck and lick.
I forget how to breathe. I think I even leave my body. I’m lost, floating through time and space. I’m nothing and everything all at once. There’s warmth and sunshine and wave after wave after of nothing but ecstasy.
Maybe I pass out. All I know is that when the ride ends and my eyes open, he’s standing in front of me. His pants are down, and his cock is in his hand. His muscles are flexing as he jerks himself. His eyes are raking over my body, drinking in every inch. “I’ve never seen something so sexy,” he says, positioning himself at my entrance. He doesn’t shove into me, though. No, he drags his tip from my entrance to my clit and back again.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe.
He smiles. “Ethan.”
I want to laugh at his stupid joke, but I don’t have time to because he thrusts into me, sinking in as deep as he can go. I feel his thick cock twitch inside of me, and he rocks his hips against me, allowing him to move deeper.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“That’s right, love.” His hand wraps around my neck and pulls me to sit up. “You’re so good at this that it’s almost unfair,” he breathes, smashing his mouth back to mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him harder and faster. His hips seem to be controlled by our kiss because the slower I kiss, the deeper he goes. The harder I kiss, the faster he moves. He finds that perfect spot inside of me, and my body twitches around him. “Mmmm, we have to teach you how to get a handle on this,” he says, squeezing my hips as he drills into me.
“Don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”
He chuckles. “I know you are. You are a greedy girl, aren’t you?”
My eyes find his. There are so many questions I want to ask, like does he not want me to come again? Am I supposed to be holding back? I don’t get to think past any of it though because he’s already pushing me over the edge by dropping his hand between us. While he rocks into me, his thumb rubs my clit. Something happens this time when I fall over the edge. I lose control of my body and my orgasm goes rushing out of me, soaking both of us, the desk, and the floor. When he sees this, it pushes him over the edge. His eyes clench shut, and he lets out a deep moan. His thrusts become more erratic, and his strokes get shorter and shorter. And then I feel him twitch and spill himself inside of me not once, not twice, but three times until he comes to a breathless, sweaty stop.
I fall onto my back, and he doubles over, resting his head against my chest as we work to calm ourselves. We’re both weak, panting, sweaty, and shaking—from what, I’m not sure. I’m embarrassed and confused about what just happened. I’m not sure if I should say something. Either way, my face is bright red from embarrassment.
Hopefully, he’ll let me up soon, and I can just grab my clothes and make a dash for the door. No awkward conversation about whatever that was. Of course, that’s not what happens, though. He lifts his head and looks me in the eye. He wets his lips. “I’ve never come that hard before,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. He pulls back, bringing me up with him so I’m sitting on the desk. He backs up enough that our bodies part. “Was that the first time you came like that?”
My face heats, and I divert my eyes, not sure how to answer.
He places his fingers beneath my chin and tilts my head back until our eyes are locked. “Don’t hide from me. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s sexy as fuck, and I want you to do that every time I touch you,” he says, moving back in for a kiss.