Chapter Thirty
Victoria
Leighton pulled his bike into an empty space at the back of Temptat!on and cut the ignition. We climbed off and he smiled at me as he helped me remove my helmet and clipped it to his saddlebags.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving." he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the back entrance of the club.
"I could eat." I smiled.
He led me through the back hallway to Az's office. Motioning for me to take a seat, he moved behind the desk and picked up the phone. The short conversation he had, made it clear he was calling whoever was working the bar for the lunch crowd as he placed an order for a couple of chicken strip baskets and fries. After hanging up the phone, he plopped down in Az's office chair and started rummaging through the desk drawers.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a soft laugh.
Leighton shrugged. "Killing time."
We sat in a comfortable silence as we waited for our meal. It wasn't too long before a stocky man in the black uniform of Temptat!on strolled into the room with our food in hand.
"Enjoy, Boss." He smiled, sitting both baskets on the desk and slipping from the office.
My stomach growled as the scent of fried chicken strips reached my nose and I dove forward, snatching mine from the desk. The first bite was perfect, just the right amount of crispy and well-seasoned. I couldn't help the small moan of delight that left me as I savored it.
"I'm suddenly hungry for something else entirely," Leighton spoke, drawing my eyes to him as I stuffed fries in my mouth. His eyelids drooped slightly as he stared at me. "How do you make everything so fucking sexy?"
"You're ridiculous," I chuckled around a mouthful of chicken.
"Says the woman making those delicious noises as she eats." he replied, pushing away from the desk and standing. "Come here."
There was something dark to his tone that had my body complying before my mind caught up. Setting my half-eaten lunch on the desk, I rose from my seat and moved around the desk to stand in front of him. His hands went to the hem of my shirt and tugged.
"I need to see all of you, now. " His voice took on a gravelly edge that made my pussy pulse with need.
I nodded at him quickly, raising my arms so that he could pull my shirt off. Air hissed through his teeth as his eyes roamed over my exposed torso before his hands went around my body and he unsnapped my bra.
"You have the most perfect pair of tits." he murmured, his hands sliding along my exposed skin back to the front of my body to squeeze them.
He alternated slowly between massaging my breasts with his rough hands and tweaking my nipples with his fingers. I let loose a low moan as my hips jerked forward seeking out friction, my body already coming alive in his skilled hands. Leighton let out a dark chuckle and dragged his hands over my belly to the button at the top of my jeans. He pulled them down so slowly I whimpered. Leighton dropped to his knees in front of me, gently lifting one foot and then the other to help me step out of my pants, before repeating the process with my lace panties.
"Ass on the desk, ma petit, legs spread." He barked out.
My breath quickened at his words, and I placed my hands on the desk behind me to help hoist myself up. Leaning back slightly on my palms, I let my legs fall open and stared down at him through my lashes.
"So fucking responsive," he breathed, "Already soaked for me."
"Leighton," My voice came out a plea.
"I got you, ma petit ." he replied, his hands going to my inner thighs and forcing my legs open wider.
He leaned forward and his tongue swiped from my opening to my clit, drawing a gasp from me. Leighton's fingers dug into the soft flesh of my inner thighs as his tongue swirled around my sensitive nub. My legs bent around his body so that my heels could dig into his upper back, urging him on. He chuckled against my aching core, the sound vibrating against my clit and sending shockwaves through my entire body.
One of his hands moved from my thighs and snaked between us. He slid two fingers inside me slowly, causing me to moan and buck my hips. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem causing tension to pool low in my belly. Leighton flicked his tongue over my clit faster, curling his fingers inside me at the same time, causing me to detonate. My upper body collapsed onto the desk as my core clenched around his still pumping fingers.
"We're not done yet, ma petit. " he spoke, pulling his fingers from me and gripping my thighs as he stood.
Leighton's eyes were dark and hooded, taking in every inch of me while he stripped completely. Grabbing my thighs, he stepped forward and wrapped my legs around his waist, before positioning himself at my entrance with one hand. He pressed into me achingly slow, letting me feel each one of his piercings as he filled me.
I reached out for him, and any control he'd had before snapped. Leighton began slamming into me so hard the office became filled with the sound of the desk scooting along the floor mixed with my moans. He snarled as he pistoned into me harder and faster, his head snapping up to look at the door. Leighton grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me upright, leaning forward to whisper in my ear before slipping out of me.
"We have an audience." He snarled, spinning me around and pressing my chest into the desk as he slammed into me again.
A loud moan ripped from my lips and Leighton grabbed my hair, jerking my head up roughly. I caught sight of movement just on the other side of the office door, realizing that it hadn't been closed properly when our food had been delivered. There was a flash of blond hair as whoever was watching stepped back.
"Stop," Leighton barked out, before leaning to whisper in my ear. "Does it make you hot to know someone is watching us, ma petit ? The way you're choking my cock makes me think I should have them open the door."
I whimpered as my pussy clenched around him. Leighton groaned loudly and picked up his pace causing the edge of the desk to dig painfully into my hips.
"Push the door open further." He commanded. "My girl wants to be watched."
My back arched, taking Leighton deeper, as the door slowly opened another inch revealing half of a blonde woman on the other side. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her eyes locked on us. My legs trembled as I felt myself getting wetter. I heard Leighton chuckle darkly as his hand snaked between my body and the desk. His fingers found my clit and my body bucked against him. My body felt electrified as his hips slapped against my ass and his fingers worked my sensitive nub.
"Come for me, ma petit. " He commanded, pinching my clit.
My vision went dark around the edges, and I screamed, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. I distantly heard Leighton curse under his breath as he swelled inside me and found his own release. He let go of the hold he had on my hair, and I collapsed forward onto the desk, my eyes drifting shut as I worked to catch my breath. Leighton's footsteps sounded through the office and then I heard him speak.
"Pack your shit, you're fired." He snarled, before the door slammed and he moved back to where I was still sprawled across the desk. "Next time someone watches us play, they'll be someone we invited."