Chapter 13
Monica
T roy’s hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his solid body, and as much as I had been practically begging for it all night, now I was looking around the office wondering if this was a good idea. It was empty. There weren’t the watchful eyes of the office manager who had shown a particular interest in me, in us, for the past two weeks. There wasn’t anyone here. The hallways were dark and the only sign of life was the bronze desk lamp glowing on the mahogany desk and our shaky breath that rose and fell in sync.
I brought my gaze back to his, his eyes sprinkled with flecks of amber from the golden light. It looked as if they were ablaze. I felt a heat rush through me and even as the alarm bells went off in my head, I couldn’t help but let it take over.
The past two weeks had been hell for me. Being so close to him and not being able to have him in the way I had on the first night we met. A quick look from him across the hall. A simple brush of his hand against mine. His deep voice when he talked business, confident, powerful, cocky. It all sent me spiraling.
Every night I would go home wound up so tightly from trying to hold myself back. Trying to stay focused on the one thing I was there for, which was work. But now, in this office, I knew I didn’t keep coming back for the job. Or the money. It was him. I kept coming back for him. And every day on the cab ride home, I left without him. I left without fulfilling my desires that were practically eating me alive.
I spent my nights in bed replaying every little moment from each day. It was like foreplay, until I reached the main event, which was our night together those few weeks ago. Against the window. My legs wrapped around his waist as I moved up and down the length of him, grinding my body against his. On the floor by his bed, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head from the power of my mouth and tongue around his delicious length.
My body squirmed under my hand as I thought about him. My vibrator was so overworked it stopped functioning, leaving me to the touch of my hand. I got off every single night, and kept thinking it would be enough to keep my needs at bay, but it would never be as good as the real thing.
And now, here it was. The real thing.
He slid a hand up my back until it grazed the nape of my neck and sent a hum down my spine. His hand met the back of my head and his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling slightly so my face looked up toward his. His eyes fell to my lips and it was as if all his stolen glances had piled together into this one intent gaze. I let myself succumb to the desire I felt seeping from his office. A desire I hoped he had, no matter how dangerous it was.
I let my eyes flutter closed as he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine softly, feeling his breath against me. I let out a whisper of a whimper and tilted my face upward, begging for more, and I could have sworn I felt him smile against my lips. He was enjoying this slow torture of pleasure. I, on the other hand, was tired of waiting.
My hands flew to the back of his head, pulling at his hair, pushing him toward me as my mouth met his hungrily. I didn’t waste any time prying his willing lips open with my tongue and groaning as I tasted him. A taste I missed. He explored my mouth with his tongue, slick and strong. I pushed my hips toward him, needing to be somehow closer than we were with our bodies pressed against one another tightly.
He pulled away quickly, leaving me wanting more. I looked at him with confusion, wondering if he thought this was a mistake. A minuscule part of me wished he did. We could stop right now, save ourselves this complicated mess. But the bigger part of me wished he wanted this as much as me. I looked up at him, breathless, trying to read him.
He stepped back, taking a few steps toward the door, his eyes never leaving mine.
Was he leaving?
No. No. No, I begged in my head.
His hand reached for the handle of his office door and he swung it closed. The sound of the lock clicking filled my ears and my face suddenly felt flushed. He took a slow but determined step toward me with a new look in his eyes. I swallowed hard and took a step back until my backside was against the edge of his desk.
His hands reached for my hips, sliding up the sides of my body, his fingers grazing my bare skin underneath my blouse. My breath hitched at his touch and I had to forcibly bring my eyes to meet his, knowing I was about to crumble under the weight of them.
“I’ve wanted this so badly,” he said, his voice gruff.
“You have?” I whispered.
“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed,” he said, his hands running back down the sides of my body. “Don’t act like you haven’t knocked the air out of me just by walking through my door. Or that I haven’t grown hard imagining what was under these tight little skirts.”
I swallowed hard as his hands moved down my skirt, shifting it up toward my hips before his fingertips grazed the hem at mid-thigh.
“Don’t act like I haven’t wanted to fuck you every single meeting, every single call, every single business lunch.”
His words alone were enough to make me explode into a million pieces right here against this desk. Now his hands were moving toward my inner thigh, trailing upward, dangerously close to the pair of red lace panties I had worn. Courtesy of my new paycheck, I picked up some pieces from La Perla, internally begging he would one day see them. Have his hands on it.
Then his fingertips grazed against the soft lace and my breath hitched as I involuntarily closed my eyes. I felt him lean in, his breath on my neck as he moved a finger against me, against the lace. His lips grazed my neck as he pulled the lace aside, giving him access. He dipped a finger into me with ease as my slickness surrounded him.
“It seems you’ve wanted it, too,” he whispered into my ear.
I shuddered as he swirled his finger inside of me before getting to his knees before me. He carefully unzipped my skirt and shimmied it down my hips, so it pooled at the floor. I watched his eyes widen as he took in the red lace panties that were now at eye level.
“Are these for me?” he asked, looking up at me with a smirk.
“It’s all for you,” I said.
He brought his mouth closer to me, and just the feeling of his breath against my most sensitive parts nearly brought me to the edge. He pulled the delicate panties down my legs and soon brought his mouth back to meet me. He started moving his tongue against me, flicking it lightly, and I jerked at every single lap he took. I grabbed the back of his head, spreading my legs, as he tasted my wetness. He moaned quietly, sending a vibration up my spine. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I felt warmth pulsing through my body, pulling me apart as I slowly started to lose control. His tongue slipped inside me and I let out a moan. And another. Each one growing louder until the heat exploded through my body. I shuddered as I felt weak against the desk, thankful it was behind me or I might collapse.
Troy looked up at me and smiled as he pulled himself to stand in front of me. He licked his lips slowly, as if savoring my taste. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I reached for his strong chest, placing my palms against its strength before sliding his jacket off his shoulders. I unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of him, revealing his bare abdomen. I ran my fingers gently over his rippled muscles, and kept moving them down. I could see his erection straining against the fabric of his pants.
I reached for the clasp of his pants, unhooking it and moving the zipper down, until his pants slipped to the floor. I reached my hand down and felt him through his briefs. His hard length throbbed against my hand. I needed to feel him bare against my skin. All seven inches of him. I reached up and tugged at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down and exposing him. I gasped slightly as my eyes landed on it.
I placed my palms on the desk behind me and pulled myself up so I was sitting on the surface. His eyes were intent on my every single movement. The power I felt having him for the taking made me pulse. I slowly spread my legs, watching his eyes widen as I opened myself to him. I was his for the taking.
“Fuck,” he whispered, taking an intent step toward me.
Then his hands were on my blouse, not bothering with the buttons as he ripped it off of me, exposing my breasts that were dressed in red lace. His hands cupped around my breasts, massaging them with a desperate roughness that made my nipples peak. He pulled my bra down, revealing my bare breasts. He barely took them in with his eyes before he took them in with his mouth, surrounding them with his wet warmth.
I felt his cock just inches away from my wanting edges. I throbbed, knowing he was so close to filling me with the pleasure I had been fantasizing about. I repositioned my hips slightly on the desk until I could feel his tip against my slick opening. His eyes shot to mine and I did what I knew would be irresistible for him.
I bit my bottom lip, tugging at it slowly with my top teeth.
He let out a slow breath, completely unmatched with the quickness of his hands that were now gripping my hips. He positioned himself against me and dipped slowly into me. I let out a low moan as I threw my head back, lifting my breasts to his eager mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipples as he pulled out and pushed back into me.
I brought my head back up, needing to see his every movement. His every flick of the tongue. Every inch revealing itself before disappearing inside of me again and again. His face was a contorted mix of pleasure and vulnerability. He was so fucking beautiful.
I reached up and grabbed his bare upper back, digging my fingers into him as I let the pleasure take hold of my body. His movements were quicker now, thrusting into me with so much unbridled power. I clung to him as I let him fill me, harder and harder each time. I tightened around him as I felt another orgasm resurfacing.
“Faster,” I demanded in a breathless whisper.
He did exactly as I said, his cock rubbing against me in a way that made my legs quiver and that familiar heat rise. I dug my fingertips harder into him as he unleashed into me, slamming into my body, desperate to release. And I was desperate to release with him. So I did, screaming at the top of my lungs as he fell on top of me on the desk.