Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
Hart
S adie was standing beside my desk, her jacket buttoned, the tie around the middle knotted, the outer garment hiding the bra and panties she was wearing beneath—both, I assumed, in my favorite color. Her eyes were sultry as she stared at me, processing the order I’d just given her to go lock my office door.
I couldn’t wait another second to have her.
So, to speed up the process, I added, “And after you lock that door, come back here and sit on my desk. I want your legs spread, and I want your heels to stay on.”
She traced her finger around the top of the champagne cupcake that I’d placed on my desk and sucked the frosting off her skin. “We’re really going to do this in here?”
God, that was hot.
“Fuck yes,” I replied.
“And you’re not worried about?— ”
“Sadie, I’m the boss. I’m not worried about anything.” I nodded toward the door. “Go lock it.”
She smiled, shaking her head at me, but she made her way to the door and turned the latch above the handle, and as she returned to my desk, I wheeled my chair back, giving her plenty of room. She slid the keyboard away and positioned herself in the middle, along the edge.
“Take it off.” I used my finger to paint the air down her body. “I want that jacket on the floor now.”
“What about the windows?” She glanced toward the wall that was nothing but glass.
“Do you think I’d let someone see you naked?”
She grinned. “So, they’re tinted?”
“Of course they are.”
She pulled at the tie, loosening each side until it was undone, and slowly unbuttoned the jacket, letting it fall open before she slipped her arms out. She grabbed something from one of the pockets, hiding it in her hand, and let the coat fall to the floor.
“What do you have there?” I asked.
Her cheeks were becoming flushed. “I made a quick stop on my way here. You know, just in case …”
“Just in case … of what ?”
She set a plastic tube beside her. A quick read of the label confirmed she was the sexiest woman alive.
“Sadie … my fucking girl.” I wheeled closer, in a range where I could smell her better, inhaling the scent I craved. “You wore red lace, just like I’d asked. And you brought me lube, just in case I wanted your ass.” I paused. “Is that what you want me to do today? Fuck your ass? And finally make that virgin hole mine?” I rubbed the side of my scruff ag ainst her thigh.
Her chest rose high as she whispered, “I want you to surprise me.”
But she wanted the option—that was why she had stopped to get the lube.
My exhale was loud. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“I’m in love with you. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
“Like giving me this …” My eyes dipped down her body, taking in the way the lace hugged her curves, how it covered her beautiful nipples and that smooth, delicious pussy. “That body, Sadie, my fucking God …” My voice faded as I gradually made my way up, stalling on her navel, again on her collarbone, finally connecting our eyes. “I can’t believe it’s all mine.”
I got in closer, sliding her legs apart even more and placing her heels on each armrest. I then picked up the cupcake, the plastic dropper sticking into the side of the frosting like a straw, and I pulled it out. When she had brought these in several minutes ago, she’d told us there was champagne inside.
I wanted to taste it.
But I wanted to taste it on her.
And because my patience was gone, I didn’t bother tugging the lace down her hips and thighs and flinging it away after I got it past her feet. I tore a hole in the center of her panties instead, shredding them wide enough that I had all the access I needed.
“ Mmm . I missed you.” I kissed the top of her pussy, rubbing my nose against it. My lips. A tiny bit of my scruff.
Her hand dived into my hair, pulling at my strands. “ Yesss !” she gasped when I pulled back, the cold of the office probably hitting the wetness I’d left behind.
“You’re going to get more, don’t worry.”
I took the dropper of champagne and held it over her clit, squeezing the end so the bubbling liquid came dribbling out. I didn’t let any go to waste. My lips were right there, at the bottom of her pussy, catching every drop.
“You have no idea how good this tastes.” I was staring up at her with my tongue out, watching the heat build in her eyes, swallowing everything that ran down her.
Once it was empty, I picked up the cupcake, staying right where I was, and I swiped my finger across the frosting, scooping up a small amount and dragging the thickness over her pussy. Her breathing was speeding up, her exhales sounding like moans as I coated her in a thin layer.
“How does that feel?”
“Cold. Tingly from the champagne.” She shivered. “Gritty and heavy.”
With my tongue out, I licked up and down the sides, swallowing the sugary mixture, refreshing my tongue so I could clean the frosting off her. “It’s so sweet.”
“That’s because it’s buttercream.” Her head was back, her mouth open, her sky-high red heels now balancing on the very edge of my desk.
“I was talking about your cunt.”
She looked at me and smiled. “Oh.”
When I began to lick harder and faster, the frosting completely gone, not even a swipe left on her skin, the only thing that remained was my need to give her an orgasm. That was when the screaming started. I could tell she was trying to keep her voice down, but she just couldn’t.
I was giving her too much pleasure.
Because I knew how she liked to have her pussy licked.
I knew what would send her body into shudders.
And she was getting all of that—right now.
“Lockhart!”
Her wetness thickened around my skin as my finger plunged in and out of her, and within a few more grazes of her clit, she lost it.
“Ah! Yes!”
Her body was in full-on quivers, her moans carrying straight to the walls of my office, her hips grinding over the wood beneath her ass, working her orgasm out. I kept my tongue on her, my finger deep inside, aimed at her G-spot, my movements only stopping when I was sure she was finished.
“Damn, that tongue,” she panted.
I chuckled as I gently pulled it back—the tongue, that was—wiping the corners of my mouth. “It fucking loves to eat you.”
“And I love when it eats me.” She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, the lace joining her coat on the floor. “Now it’s your turn to come.” Her feet dropped from the desk, and as she stood, whatever was left of her panties fell to her ankles. “I want you naked, and I want you naked now.”
“That demand just made my dick harder.”
While she got to work on my belt and pants, I undid my tie and the buttons of my shirt and took off my suit jacket, standing to place it all across my keyboard. With her help, I was able to step out of my pants and boxer briefs, slipping out of my shoes and socks. By the time I sat back down, she was walking toward me, straddling my chair, moving her legs beneath the armrests and lowering herself onto my lap.
“I want you.” She wasted no time, aiming my tip at her pussy and sinking down over my shaft. “Ah, yes, I want it.”
“Fuck, Sadie.” I held her waist as she stayed low, shifting toward me and back, having me hit each of her walls inside.
The tightness. The heat. The wetness.
It was a lethal combination, threatening to instantly make me come.
“You’re taking this fucking dick like you can’t live without it.” I fisted her long strands, holding them, wrapping them around my wrist.
She gripped my biceps and then my chest, moving her hands against my shoulders, each time rising to my crown and lowering to my base. “I fucking want to come, Lockhart. I want you to come.”
“Show me.” I pulled back on her hair to expose her throat. “But when you get to that point—when you’re seconds away from that edge—I want you to stop.” I paused. “You can get as close as you want, but do not let that orgasm take ahold of you. Do you hear me?”
I licked her nipple, giving it a bit of my teeth. And as I was moving to the other side, she began to increase her speed.
“ Mmm .” With each pump, she was narrowing around me. “Oh! Whoa!”
And that feeling only got more intense as I flicked her clit with my thumb. That was when every breath began to burst from her lips, when her screaming resumed, when her hips circled, gliding forward and back—a pattern that was picking up with each rotation.
“Sadie …” Her name was a warning.
Even though I sensed she was getting to that place of no return, so was I, and I had to mentally bring myself back down.
But was she doing that?
Her face told me no—it was filled with far too much passion. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy dripping. Her moans were so loud that they vibrated in my ears.
“Sadie!”
She stilled. At least when it came to thrusting, but her body started to shake. “Oh my God!”
She’d edged herself there, and she was on her way down.
Which told me one thing.
“You’re ready.” I lifted her off my lap and set her on the desk so she was facing me, widening her legs and standing between them. She was already so fucking wet, but I still squirted some of the lube over my shaft, and when that was all greased up, I put some on my fingers and rimmed them around her ass. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
I nodded at her response. “Trust me when I say I know what I’m doing and I’m going to try my hardest not to hurt you.” I pulled her ass to the very lip of the desk and aimed my tip at that forbidden hole.
“I believe you.”
“And I promise, if you just get through the beginning, it’s going to feel good.” I brushed my lips over hers. “You’re going to come—mark my words.”
She leaned back on her arms, keeping her elbows bent to hold her weight, and put her heels where they had been before. I held on to her knee and gripped the bottom of my shaft. We were both so lubricated that the tip slipped right in.
“Wow,” she hissed.
The tightness, which I had known would be there since I’d fingered her here, was a fucking shock to my system. I tried to hold in my pleasure, knowing she wasn’t feeling the same way, but it was impossibly hard. When something felt this good, you just wanted to fucking shout about it.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Sadie, I need to hear you say it before I give you any more.”
Her teeth released her bottom lip to voice, “I’m all right.”
I was gentle, slow, methodic as I sank my way in, reading her body to know how much it could accept, listening to her breathing to hear if the pain was too much.
But she didn’t get to that point .
She took it.
Every goddamn inch.
Her eyes squinted shut as I reached the end, and I stayed there, stalled, letting her ass spread and get used to me.
“Breathe. It’s only going to get better from here. You have all of me.” I grazed her clit with a continuous motion, keeping her turned on, making sure she stayed wet. “Tell me when you’re ready. I won’t move until you say the word.”
It was taking every bit of restraint I had not to come.
Not to pull back and slam in, drowning myself in this fucking feeling.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
I inhaled and exhaled through the pleasure, and I waited until I heard, “I’m ready.”
I delayed my reaction in case she had second thoughts, and when enough time went by where I was sure she didn’t, I slowly backtracked to my tip, and on my way in, her ass hugged me like a fucking suction cup.
“ Ohhh ,” I roared.
A suction cup that was going to drain every ounce of cum from my dick.
But unlike me, she wasn’t there yet.
“Within a few more strokes, you’re going to be used to this, and something is going to change inside you—just wait.”
Her clit needed more attention, so that was what I gave her, licking my finger to add spit to her skin. And I carefully glided in and out of her, making sure there was plenty of lube over the both of us.
I saw the change when it happened.
When the switch of pain turned off and her body accepted what I was giving to it, when it even got to the point where it wanted me, where she was suddenly enjoying having my dick in her ass .
“This is feeling good, isn’t it?”
“I … don’t know how.” She let out some air. “But it is.” She held my wrist, keeping my hand on her pussy even though it had no intention of leaving her. “Lockhart!”
This was her first time. I wasn’t going to drag it out and ruin her experience and make her so sore that she would hate me, along with the thought of this, and never want me in her ass again.
Because I had all intentions of being in this ass again.
As often as I could.
That was how incredible she felt.
An orgasm that was going to be positively mind-blowing.
And I was about to experience it.
Right fucking now.
“Lockhart!”
I slipped a finger into her pussy. I didn’t want to just hear how close she was; I wanted to feel it too.
“Oh my God!” she yelled. “What is even happening?”
She was closing in.
Pulsing.
“That’s it, Sadie.” My thumb moved faster, massaging the top where my tongue had been, working that little bud. “Yes! I can feel it!”
Not just on my finger.
But on my dick, throbbing around me.
“You’re going to come?—”
“Yes!” she belted out.
The sound of her scream, the sight of her stomach shuddering, the feral look in her eyes—that was all it took for me.
The tingles shot through my balls, like a fucking bullet straight through my shaft, and I filled her. “Fuck yeah!”
Her nails were stabbing me, and I didn’t stop. Her shouts were piercing my eardrums. All that did was make me move faster, deeper, and with each plunge, her ass milked me more.
“Oh! Argh!”
She drew in a breath. “Lockhart!”
Stream after stream of cum shot from my tip, making me moan her name, along with words of satisfaction. The heaviness of my ejaculation added to the thick lube, helping me slide in and out even easier. But within a few drives, knowing she was past the build and already coming down, I gently pulled out. I moved one of her legs from around me and tucked her knees against her chest, turning her enough so that I could hold her. And when I wasn’t happy with that position, I lifted her and placed her on my lap as I sat in the chair.
“There’s a shower in there.” I nodded toward the back side of my office and kissed the side of her cheek. “I’ll take you in there in a second. Right now, I just want to hold you.”
“I feel like I can’t catch my breath.” Her face was in my neck, her small breaths finally slowing. “I didn’t expect that.”
My chest constricted as I asked, “You mean the pain?”
It didn’t happen immediately, but when the grin showed up on her face, it made me smile too.
“No. I didn’t expect to love that. And I do.”