Chapter 4 #2
On the verge of overstimulation, I gawked blindly at my office ceiling, completely uncaring about how he’d splayed me on my desk, that anyone could knock on the door at any minute—all that mattered boiled down to his mouth, my pussy, and the incoming orgasm.
My eyes fluttered shut as he continued devouring me, supping from me like I was a meal and he hadn’t eaten in days. Every inch of my cunt earned his attention like time didn’t matter to him, and his fingers went to work, thrusting into me, spreading me wide.
“Finn.” My foot arched, toes digging into his shoulder this time. “Oh god, baby, I’m going to come. Please. Don’t stop. Fuck. No. Right—” I pressed my hand to my mouth and bit down on the fleshiest part as he took me straight through one orgasm and had me approaching the precipice of another.
I hovered there, dangling at his mercy as every single nerve ending went to war inside me. His tongue, teeth, and lips were soldiers in a fight I could never win.
When he jerked to his feet, I stared at him in bewilderment, going so far as to hunch up on my elbows, but seeing him free his cock from his pants had me jerking upright to help him.
When the iced tea wiggled precariously, he moved it, sans coaster—it barely made it onto my register.
Instead, I unfastened his zipper while he worked on his belt. As I drew him out, that thick, branding heat already scoring me, I saw pre-cum grace my palm.
Letting go of his cock, I lifted my hand, tilted it just so, and moved my tongue over the creases in the skin there. Running it along the tiny folds as I scooped him up.
His eyes, mesmerized and glued to my mouth, burned.
His hands kneaded the fleshier parts of my outer thighs as he watched me torment him, then he bowed his head and tracked my movements so our tongues twined against my palm. While I’d cleaned it of his seed, I could taste my juices on him—literal proof of my release.
The rawness of that union, wet and dirty and pure us had me mewling as his hips burrowed between my legs, and I braced myself for impact.
Sparks of electricity cascaded inside me as he tapped his dick against my softness. I already knew I was wet, but the sounds were close to obscene as he rubbed his cock all over my folds. Marking me with his pre-cum but also triggering every erogenous zone on his personal must-visit list.
All the while, his tongue tangled with mine, until finally the tip of his shaft found my slit.
I hissed then groaned when, slowly, well aware of how sensitive I was after an orgasm, he thrust into me.
My pussy clutched at him. Even after so many years together, an inherent sense of panic at how big he was stole my breath. Then, he yanked on my hip, which tipped my pelvis up and he sank in the whole way.
Pressing me into the desk, he shoved my keyboard aside so office furniture couldn’t attack me and tugged on the neckline of my dress. My tits spilled free, framed by a festive emerald velvet, and he groaned at the sight.
When he bit my nipple, I dragged my nails through his hair and yanked him away from the sensitive bud.
He pinned his elbows next to my ears then and dived onto me—lips reuniting, tongues entwining. Noisy and wet and so fucking perfect.
We were in my bakery. My staff worked out front. A glass of iced tea remained in serious peril, and my velvet dress would be the direct target. But at that moment, all I saw was him. All I cared about was this. Us. All that mattered was he didn’t stop. That he never stopped.
I kicked up my legs to hold him close, crossing them at the ankles because I couldn’t have borne for him to leave me. The edge of the desk dug into the softness of my ass, but I simply didn’t give a shit.
I needed this. Him. More. More. More.
With our lips locked together, there was no room for words, no breath for talking. Just kissing. Just reuniting. Just colliding.
I ran my hands through his hair again, loving how he groaned into the kiss. I loved it even more when it encouraged him to speed up.
Slow but deep thrusts turned into rapid-fire ones that I’d feel in my core later, but I didn’t mind. I enjoyed the reminder. I loved how that faint memory lingered… It always made me crave more.
I writhed underneath him because he kept us so closely bound, barely pulling out of me before he was back inside, that the pressure on my sex remained constant.
It wasn’t like direct stimulation, but it had me keening through an orgasm as he pumped his hips until he groaned, “Fuuuuck,” into my mouth.
I swallowed it and never let the kiss stop. I guessed I should say that the kiss kept us quiet, but it had nothing to do with volume and propriety and just me never wanting his mouth to break away from mine.
I wanted his air. His breath.
It belonged to me.
Just like he’d vowed all those years ago…
Eventually, he slumped on top of me. I felt the sudden exhaustion in his body, the sagging of his muscles, the fading of that ever-present inner tension that brimmed inside him like the predator he was. And I reveled in it.
He rarely lost control, and never failed to be careful with me, but today, he’d forgotten that he’d used my desk to fuck me.
As my heartbeat calmed and his breathing returned to normal, I stroked my fingers through his hair again. I always savored the closeness. These moments of silence. Stillness. It built the most rugged of bonds, reinforcing them over and over until they were unbreakable.
“I should head into Jersey more often, huh?”
That those were his first words had me chuckling, especially because he slurred them. “It wasn’t exactly Timbuktu.”
I saw his smug smile from the side, where his nose nestled into my breast, and rolled my eyes. “You missed me.”
My fingertips trickled over his brow and his eyelids, where faint lines had begun to take hold. They danced onto his jaw and slid along his lips. “I always miss you.” When he made to speak, I pushed a digit between them. “Don’t spoil my post-orgasm glow by bragging.”
I snickered at the glint in his eye but kept my fingers in his mouth, mostly because Finn’s oral fetish would never fail to fascinate me, especially when he sucked on them.
The sharp buzz of pleasure sang through my veins. I thrust them deeper then—
A knock sounded at the door.
“Fuck.”
His tongue prodded between my fingers.
My toes curled again, but I pulled them free with a hiss as he gifted the pads with two sharp nips.
“Just a second,” I hollered, but I was pouting.
When he straightened up and tucked his dick away, I huffed. Then huffed some more as he gently lifted the neckline of my dress and helped me sit up once he’d put me to rights.
As the aches from the hard surface made themselves known to me, I grouched, “Why did I want to do this on my desk again?”
Crazier still, why was I beyond ready for round two?!
“Memories?” he teased.
“Oh, yeah. I’ll be happy about it tomorrow.” As I jumped down, already feeling the quickening loss of him inside me, I yelped when I took some of the blotter with me. The iced tea, safe throughout our endeavors, tumbled over.
Finn managed to snag the glass before the entire contents upended over my desk, laughing all the while. My nose scrunched as I dove for a paper towel from the bathroom. More bothered about cleaning up the mess than myself.
Walking around with Finn inside me was never a hardship…
While I blotted the excess liquid, he joked, “Iced tea is always a bad idea.”
“Definitely chew gum next time,” I grumbled. Then, a random thought hit. “We need to take Jake to see Santa. Aela told me she took Cameron earlier this morning.”
“It’s in my calendar.”
“Did you put it in mine?”
“For the day itself and with two reminders prior.”
“Huh. You’re pretty good at this parenting shit, aren’t you?”
With a wink, Finn pressed a kiss to the fingertips he’d just nibbled on. “I had a good teacher.”