Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
He touched my cheek. "You do what you have to do. We’ll support you. Both of us. I can't wait to tell him tomorrow."
"Same for me," I confessed.
He kissed one temple, then moved over my forehead to the other one as he trailed one hand up and down my back. I licked my lips, tilting my hips forward and then backward, arching into him.
He groaned.
Oops! I’d done that rolling motion right over his cock. He had a full-on erection beneath me.
I moved back a bit on his thighs, slipping a hand between me and his zipper, and said, "Now, let's free him. Wouldn't want him to get upset that we kept him trapped there."
"Trust me, he's going to be inside you tonight, so he’s happy no matter what.”
His voice had changed. It was low and so damn throaty, and it was in that moment that I realized I want to spend forever with this man.
He grinned as I undid the button of his jeans. Then he patted my ass, clearly indicating that I should lift it, which I did. He pushed his jeans down as quickly as he could.
"That's better," I murmured. I pulled down the elastic band of his underwear. How was he already so damn turned on? Not that I was doing better.
He squeezed his cock once, and heat gathered between my thighs. I sucked in a breath.
"You’re wet, aren’t you?" Duncan asked.
I nodded, biting my lower lip. He grinned again, then started pulling at my skirt, to no avail. It was snug around my middle. Finally, he pushed it up around my waist, leaving my ass bare.
"Fuck, you go to the office like this with your ass hanging out?" he said, squeezing my buttocks.
"It's not hanging out, but I have to wear a thong or the lines will show through the skirt."
"The thought of you wearing this all day is going to drive me insane."
"Would it be better if I didn't wear any panties at all?" I teased.
He bit the side of my neck lightly in response, and now my whole body was sensitive. My nipples were painful, pressing against my bra.
I didn't stop kissing him as I awkwardly tried to remove my skirt so I could take off my blouse and then open my bra, but it was impossible. I groaned in protest.
"I'll get you naked, beautiful. Don't you worry. Now, stand up."
I climbed down from his lap, feeling silly with my skirt up around my middle. He pulled it back to its original position, then lowered the zipper and pulled it down my thighs.
I stepped out of it quickly. He sat closer to the edge of the couch and instructed for me to part my legs wide.
I sucked in a breath, looking down. He undid the top of my blouse very slowly, opening one button and then kissing my skin.
Then he opened another button and paused for yet another kiss.
It was pure torture. It set me on fire. I dropped my head back, groaning.
When he finished undoing all the buttons, I shook my shoulders, and the shirt fell off my arms.
"This bra… fuck," he exclaimed. It was one of those that had the clasp between the cups. He undid it quickly. I wanted to tease him that I could also wear no bra at the office, though of course I’d never do it. I just wanted to see his reaction.
But I didn't get the chance before he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He teased the tip by circling it with his tongue and then flicking it, sliding two fingers up and down over my panties in the same rhythm.
I was done for. My thighs shook. I braced both palms on his shoulders, digging my nails in.
"Duncan," I exclaimed.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful. So damn responsive. I love watching you come apart this quickly."
"Yeah, so damn quickly. I needed this all week."
"Tell me, do you go around your office wishing I was there to fuck you?"
"Yes," I confessed. I had no idea where that came from. But now that he'd said it, I couldn't deny that it was true.
He dipped his hand inside my panties. My knees completely gave in when I felt his fingers on my bare skin.
I lost my balance, but Duncan steadied me, putting a hand on my hip and guiding me down onto his legs.
He'd spread my thighs widely so he had access to my pussy and kept moving his fingers up and down.
I became even wetter until I drenched my panties.
His mouth wasn't on my breasts anymore but had moved upward. He kissed my neck, my jaw, and then my mouth. He slid two fingers inside me without any warning, and I nearly came on the spot.
My shoulders hunched before I fell forward. As I pressed my forehead on his shoulder, he started working me in earnest, sliding his fingers in and out, brushing my clit with his palm on every stroke. I gripped his cock, rubbing my hand in the same rhythm.
"Fuck, babe," he growled.
“I want you. I need you."
"Kiss me," he said, tugging at my hair with his free hand so I straightened up.
Then he kissed me ferociously, and I lost all sense of myself.
I let go of his cock, planting my hands on his biceps instead, hanging on for dear life as he pressed his hand on my clit, driving me completely over the edge.
He moved his fingers until I was completely spent, then grabbed my ass, pulling me closer.
When he rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock against my clit, I exploded again. I had no idea if it was a new orgasm or if I was just riding the wave of the last one, but I didn't care. I belonged to this man.
He lifted me into his arms, and I realized he was walking with me through the condo. I figured he might take us to the bedroom, but I was wrong. He brought me to the dining table instead, sitting me down right at the edge.
"Bedroom too far?" I teased.
"I've wanted to fuck you on this table for some time."
"Well, then… no time like the present to make that dream happen."
He smirked. "Sassy, are we?"
"Yes," I admitted.
Now, after two orgasms, or one hell of a long orgasm, or whatever that was, I was supremely sassy. He was still teasing me, rubbing the length of his cock against my flesh.
"I like the skin-on-skin contact."
"I love it too," I said.
Then he slid inside me to the hilt. Even though I’d just had an amazing climax, my entire body succumbed to the sensations. How was I so overwhelmed already? He pulled out inch by inch and then pushed back in again even more forcefully than before.
"I’ll never tire of this," he said. "Seeing you, kissing you, making you mine."
I was desperate for him. I needed to move, but it wasn't really possible on the table. But he seemed in tune with what I needed. Once again, he lifted me from the table, and we moved back to the couch. He put my ass on the edge of the armrest. I gripped it for dear life.
"Can you hold yourself like this here?" he asked.
"Yes."
I was so desperate that I’d do anything. Besides, the armrest was so wide that it was practically a small seat in itself.
I rolled my hips in the same rhythm with his thrusts.
His muscles seemed more pronounced every time we were together.
It was as if I forgot how sexy he was and was blindsided every time.
Feeling him inside me was so damn exquisite.
I might have had an intense orgasm before, but this one was different.
It was always better when we were connected. I felt everything more powerfully.
"Fuck, I need to move even more," he said, then stilled.
"No! What are you doing?"
I tried to roll my hips back and forth, but without him thrusting as well, it was fruitless.
"This isn't the best spot."
I really didn’t care where we went. We could even lie on the floor and I'd be happy. I just needed him to push inside me again. He shifted me to the center of the couch.
"Lie back," he instructed.
"Gladly."
When he entered me, I reached a new high.
The angle was out of this world. I'd never felt him so deep.
He thrust fast, his strokes deliberate, filling me up completely.
He flicked his thumb over my clit gently, but it was enough to stir me to tremors as he moved quicker and then quicker still.
I felt cold all of a sudden, then extremely hot.
Duncan grabbed one of my ankles, clasping his fingers around it as though they were a cuff, and put it on his shoulder, changing the angle yet again.
I'd never felt so close to him. Our connection was like a physical bond between us.
Then he lifted my other leg, too, and put his thumb on my clit again.
I wasn't aware of anything anymore—not the couch or my surroundings.
Nothing except the exquisite pleasure rocking my body.
It started in my center but took over completely.
I felt him come over the edge with me as well, grunting out my name, kissing my ankles, sliding inside me ferociously.
When my aftershocks subsided, he slowed down, looking between us. His thumb was still on my clit.
I swallowed hard when he stilled and smiled at me.
“You’re everything, to me, Riley. Everything.”
Emotions clogged my throat, and I couldn’t reply at all. All I could do was raise my head and kiss him.