CHAPTER FOURTEEN #2
“By the book?” He slid his fingers up my pantleg to encircle my ankle. Removing my shoe with his other hand, he pressed my foot directly against his crotch. “We fuck all over this place. You think that’s by the book?”
“No, that’s foolish of us and we should stop doing it.” But I lightly ground my toes against his hardening cock through his trousers. Then, my senses returned. “I can’t stay in here with you. I have a brainstorming session going on right now that I need to get back to.”
With a huff of impatience, he put my shoe back on my foot and lowered it so I could hop down from the desk. “Fine. I’ll save this for later. But before you go, you have to do something for me.”
“What?” I asked, my eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“It’s totally easy,” he promised. “You have to masturbate to orgasm and let me lick you clean.”
I barked a laugh. “What part of brainstorming session do you not understand?”
“Fine. Finish up with them and come back to me,” he acquiesced. “My schedule is open after four. But you need to excuse yourself to masturbate every hour until then. No coming. Get your panties nice and wet, since they’ll be in your mouth later.”
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Later.” He went back to his work, barely sparing me a glance as he said, “Okay, princess. Off you go.”
* * * *
“Are you using two fingers?”
I pressed deeper into my sopping wet cunt.
“Let me hear.”
I rolled my eyes and lowered my phone, pumping my fingers to exaggerate the sound of my wetness, then returned the phone to my ear. “I’m at work, you know.”
“So am I,” he said, feigning offense. “I’m very important.”
“Do you know how difficult it is to concentrate when you’re edging all day and can’t come?” After the first few times Matt had ordered me to do it, I hadn’t thought it would be that bad. Now, nearly at the end of the workday, I was snapping at everyone.
Marshall had asked me if I was hangry.
I was, but snacks would not have helped for my particular type of hangry.
At least, I had a private bathroom. I had no doubt in my mind that Matt would have loved delivering these orders while I hid in the last stall of a public restroom, desperately trying to stifle my gasps and moans while people went about their day all around me.
Yes, I was into exhibition, but not when I had to see these people later.
I was close, so close that if I were less obedient, I would have let myself come. “I have to stop.”
“Good, princess. You’re so good at following orders.” The praise alone could have made me orgasm, so it was a good thing I’d already pulled my hands away.
I pressed my aching thighs together.
“It’s almost over,” he said, his soothing tone almost mocking. “Soon, you’ll be riding my face while I fuck you with my tongue.”
“Oh god,” I whimpered.
“Tell me that’s what you want,” he instructed.
“I want to ride your face, my dragon,” I answered automatically. “I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”
“Good. Come to my office at five.”
Even though I only had to wait for an hour, it seemed like ages. I cleaned out my inbox while impatiently bouncing on my chair, the only thing easing the throbbing between my legs. At five o’clock, I logged out of the system, grabbed my stuff, and hurried to Matt’s office.
His assistant looked up as I approached. “Mr. Ashe isn’t here.”
I blinked at her. “What?”
“He’s gone home,” she explained, as if she wasn’t delivering the most confusing, infuriating news I’d ever received.
“He was my ride.” In more ways than one.
She nodded and picked up the handset of the multi-line phone. “A car is all arranged for you. Should I tell them you’re on your way down?”
“Yes, please.” I was already texting Matt, my thumbs flying across the keyboard so fast, I swore a little puff of smoke came up. What the fuck?!
His response came when I reached the elevator bank. Sorry, I was called away. I’ll meet you at home. Edge in the car on the way.
I squeaked in indignation, startling the man waiting beside me.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
By the time I reached the lobby of the building, I was furious and furiously turned on. I’d already been amped up on anticipation, and now he’d delayed gratification even further.
He was too good at this.
“Ma’am,” the driver said, and I nodded to him. He was a company driver; someone I didn’t know. It was a nice touch; I wouldn’t feel like I had to make conversation. In fact, the divider was already up. I got into my seat and waited until the car pulled away to unzip my pants.
The company fleet was made up of ridiculously expensive chauffeured vehicles, Maybachs with glass roofs that were lovely for views of the city, but which left me feeling completely exposed.
I was pretty sure no one would be able to see in; the windows on the side were tinted, so the roof probably was, as well.
Still, I loved the familiar, naughty thrill of touching myself while the people in the cars around me had no idea what was happening right beside them.
I slipped my hand inside my panties, but my trousers were too tight to comfortably access my clit. Feeling braver than I possibly should have, I worked my pants and lacey underwear down to my knees.
My wet pussy smeared on the leather seat. I didn’t know how I would explain that.
Touching my clit directly was dicey; I was ready to explode from the sheer depravity alone. I pushed my fingers into my cunt and pumped them a few times, but I needed more. I popped a few buttons on my blouse and reached in to cup my breast and rub my thumb over my straining nipple.
I needed to come like I needed oxygen. I needed a cock pounding into me. I needed—
The car turned, long before we should have. Into the alley beside the building. I scrambled to get my pants back up, but the driver was way too efficient. I heard the door close seconds before mine opened, and he caught me there, bare-assed, one tit out, gaping at him in horror.
He did not look anywhere near as mortified as I felt. “Apologies, ma’am. Mr. Ashe suggested you might require assistance?”
It was only then that I really looked at the guy.
He was handsome as fuck, with sandy brown skin and full lips tilted in the type of naughty smirk that would have set my knees wobbling, even if I hadn’t already been on the verge of coming.
He lifted one brow and said, “Only if you’re interested, of course. ”
“Did he...” I swallowed thickly, because I was extremely worried about the answer. “Did he say that I could come?”
“He did. On the strict instruction that I’m supposed to finish inside you so that he can taste it later.” The driver grinned. “We’re old friends.”
“Of course you are,” I breathed. “What’s your name?”
He wagged a finger. “Nope. Not telling. Now, do you want this dick?”
“Yes!”
“Get out.” He stepped back and offered me his hand.
I hesitated. “Here?”
“Right here.”
Right there. In an alley in Manhattan, with people walking on the sidewalk on the other side of the car. The alley ended in a brick wall, but the buildings on either side both had utility doors leading out.
“The offer is going to expire,” he warned.
Fuck. Fuck, I was going to do it.
I gave him my hand and he jerked me from the car, catching me roughly before marching me around the back of the vehicle.
He pushed me flat against it for a moment, crushing me between metal and glass and his hard body.
Leaning down to my ear, he whispered, “He told me to be as rough with you want as I want, and that you would beg for mercy if you wanted to stop.”
I moaned, already so close from the dizzying speed with which he’d pulled me from the backseat. “Yes,” I whimpered, and he pulled my pants down so fast, I heard something tear.
There was no gentle preparation. He forced my shoulder down, bending me at the waist, and then he was inside me, hard, too hard, my hands braced on the trunk to keep from falling.
He rammed into me once, twice, his wide shaft splitting me open, his movements tugging at my clit and grinding my g-spot from the inside.
It didn’t matter that I could clearly see people walking past the mouth of the alley.
I couldn’t stop my yelp of release as my orgasm tore through me.
My thighs quaked with the violence of my climax, but my nameless partner never faltered in his rhythm.
He pounded mercilessly, splashing bursts of my juices over us both as my long-denied pleasure gripped me and wouldn’t let go.
He covered my mouth and warned, “You’re going to get caught. Someone is going to hear you, they’re going to come investigate, and you’re going to be humiliated.”
That made me moan louder. Matt had done a great job briefing his friend on what I liked.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the driver demanded, his strokes becoming shorter, more frantic. “You’d like it if someone caught you like this, you filthy slut.”
I groaned into his palm, and my knees gave out.
He thrust painfully deep, but I was so lost in my own climax that I didn’t realize he’d followed me until I felt his hot cum filling me.
My muscles rippled around him, milking every last drop from him as he breathed hard in my ear.
He slumped his head on my shoulder briefly, then pulled out, slapped my ass, and said, “Get back in the car.”
My hands shook so badly, I could hardly button my pants, and I felt the silky slide as our mingled fluids dripped from my gaping cunt. He gave me his hand to help me into the back seat, closed the door, and I slumped sideways. As we pulled into traffic again, I groped for my phone in my bag.
Matt had already texted.
I assume you availed yourself of my friend’s offer. I’ll be waiting for you when you get home, princess.