Chapter 33
Things were absolutely not turning out as I had hoped. However, as I looked at how his expression had changed and how desire had completely overtaken him, I had to admit that I loved this. It was becoming quite easy to read him, I realized.
He closed the distance between us, and my knees went weak. I was freaking out, but I didn’t cower. It had felt like I would, but when staring at the man that he was, I knew that if I missed the chance with him to be connected to him in whatever capacity, I would think about it for the rest of my life and wonder. I wanted him, and no matter what happened, I was going to say it for once.
His hand lifted then, and he held my chin, his thumb pressing against the middle of my plump lower lip. I had to look into his eyes then as he did mine, and then he smiled.
My heart stopped in my chest.
“Lock the door,” he said, then began to take off his jacket. He flung it aside, and it landed on his sofa in the corner. I couldn”t believe this was happening.
“H-here?” I managed to ask, but he was already heading back to his desk. He leaned against it and watched me, and despite the fact that I was almost convinced that I had forgotten how to walk, I managed to turn around and wobble my way to the door. After turning the knob, I wondered if it would be best for me to head out, my thought being that with his main office door locked it could bring more attention than was needed. I simply tried to catch my breath, locked the door and then I turned around.
I watched him and took in the gorgeous view of the city behind. From this position and in this moment, he looked like he owned the entire world, and it made me so wet I wanted to faint. This was power, this was competence, this was his charm. Fucking handsome, intelligent, cute – the whole package, and it was growing on me. I wanted to fuck him until I lost my mind, and so, straightening my back, I summoned all the confidence that I needed and headed over to him.
I wanted to unbutton my jacket. However, watching him, I couldn’t think of much beyond how nervous I was. A colony of butterflies seemed to have gathered in my stomach, and I couldn”t believe what he wanted us to do right here in the middle of the day and in his office.
His legs were spread out, making it difficult for me to stand before them. However, I couldn’t quite close the distance to settle in between them, so when I stopped, a smirk curved the corner of his lips.
“Closer,” he said, and my gaze couldn”t help but lower to the bulge in his pants. I knew what his dick was like, just how big and thick it was, how it tasted in my mouth and sliding down my throat. It was suddenly all that I wanted. I closed the distance between us and couldn”t help but keep my eyes glued to his crotch. I lifted my hand, letting it rest on the bulge in his pants, and our proximity was destabilizing.
He was enjoying every bit of this, and I was too, but my nervousness couldn’t let me be sure. When he, however, placed his hand over mine and squeezed, encouraging me to do exactly what I wanted, I felt some of the constraints holding me back fall away.
I kneaded him, loving the feeling, loving the disrespect of it all, and loving just how intense with lust his eyes became. They were darker than ever, slightly hooded, and sparkly. Unable to hold back, the moment they lowered to my lips, I leaned forward and kissed him.
This was absolutely not how I had expected this morning to go; however, I had no complaints whatsoever. Kissing him took my breath away. Once again, it was as though I was transported back to last night in his apartment. That place had felt like a freaking fairy tale, and I knew that no matter what, I would never forget it. My emotions had been high and all over the place, the tension setting our lust ablaze, and currently, in this office, the danger was driving me insane.
Someone always needed his attention, and soon they were going to come knocking. Realizing this and needing to speed things up so that we didn”t have to stop halfway through, and I didn”t have to suffer being horny without any release, I deepened the kiss and then began to unbutton my blazer.
It slid off with utmost ease, and by the time I was done, he was already pulling it off my shoulders. It dropped to the floor, and beneath was nothing more than my bra. His eyes lowered down, and then he shook his head.
“You know you have the most gorgeous breasts in existence, right?” he asked, and I couldn’t help but blush in response. He grabbed them so disrespectfully that I leaked from between my thighs, and then he began to knead. He leaned forward to suck on one nipple as he kneaded the other, and my head fell back in a moan. The heat of his mouth, the intensity, his intoxicating scent – I was going to fucking lose my mind.
I held onto him because if I didn’t, I was going to melt into a puddle on the floor. Soon his hand banded around me, and I felt owned. The way he crushed my body to his as he began to rain wet kisses up my chest, and then he was back on my lips. The kiss went even deeper, his tongue sliding so deliciously into mine and sucking, and by the time we pulled apart, I gasped.
It was such a filthy kiss, but I loved every bit of it, and then he rose to his feet. My heart skipped several beats as I wondered what he would do, so I couldn’t help but tremble in anticipation. Leaning forward, he stared into my eyes, and I didn’t even relax when he was doing it until I felt the bands of my bra loosen, and then my breasts were spilling out. Once again, he lowered to knead and suck on them, and by the time he pulled away, red flushes were all over my fair skin. He lowered then all the way to my stomach, and then he started to make quick work of my pants.
My mind went back to how he had eaten me out last night and how it had felt, and an involuntary moan escaped from my throat. I was restless all over, my nervousness completely gone and replaced with lust.
I couldn’t wait, so my hand went to his belt as well. I would have loved more than anything to take off his dress shirt, but he was my boss, not my friend, and I couldn’t dare. Perhaps he wouldn’t like it after all, it was more of a hassle for him to get dressed than it would be for me. Instead, I focused again on gaining access to what I needed the most, but I was interrupted by him pulling my pants down.
In seconds, I was standing in nothing more than a lacy black thong, and just like he had last night, he palmed me hard. Stroking the pad of his thumb on my sensitive clit, I shuddered all over and couldn”t help but grab onto his muscled biceps.
He was so virile, so handsome, everything about him exuded an electricity and sexiness that couldn”t even be expressed in words. Watching me turn liquid in his arms, his expert fingers fondled me and then went even lower to push my thong aside. In the next second, his fingers were sinking into me, and I grabbed onto him, needing some sort of anchor to my sanity. I was heaving, so aroused that my blood was roaring in my ears and goosebumps trickled over my skin.
He knew just what to do to bring me to my knees, and as he found a rhythm, driving his fingers in and out of me, my eyes began to roll back into my head. He was freaking the best at it, and as I thought of how his tongue had joined in the sweet assault last night, I held him even tighter, completely unsure of my balance.
I nearly came; however, just before I did, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed my clit. I was floored by the way his lean limbs dug in between the soaking wet folds and the hard pressure and subsequent relief that it brought to my clit. He knew how to play me like an instrument, in a way that I could never ever imagine was possible. I had heard of it, dreamed even of this type of heated overwhelming encounter and connection, but it was immensely difficult to believe it existed. Not anymore.
He was going to make me lose my mind, and truly, I couldn”t be more excited. I writhed under his touch, unable to remain still. He watched me, the sweetest, most satisfied smile on his face.
I wished he would go down on me just like he had, but that would probably prolong this, and it would make things extremely uncomfortable if we had to stop.
“Turn around,” he said, and I didn”t even take a moment to wonder about what he was asking. Like a doll.
His hand splayed across my back, and the heat of his touch made something glitch in my brain. I could feel the hardness of his erection against my ass, and when he pulled it out, I leaned against the table and moaned aloud in anticipation.
“You have to keep it down,” he said, and I could hear the amusement in his tone. I didn’t know how possible this was, given how I had felt and lost myself yesterday, I didn’t know how I was going to be able to control myself here today. All I could do was focus on the fact that we were in his office and that my moans leaving the bubble of the moment we were currently in would be a serious detriment, especially to me.
He smacked my ass, and for a second, I was so shocked that my eyes flew open. The sting, however, was delicious, just like it had been last night. I loved it; however, I didn’t know how to ask for it again without moaning and leaning even further against him. He smacked it again, and I felt cum drip from between my thighs. Then, to my shock and surprise, he leaned down and covered my sex with his mouth.
I cried out then, and only midway through did I remember to slam my hand over my mouth.
Fuck, I was going to get us caught,I thought to myself.
However, this didn”t deter him from licking his tongue into me and sucking my clit. My legs began to shake, and my entire body turned to rubber. I writhed and twisted in helplessness until he pulled away, and I collapsed on the table.
Focus, I gripped the edge, gasping and moaning endlessly.
“I love how you taste,” he said, and I wanted to say something in response, but I couldn”t. I was tongue-tied and so weak that I didn”t know what to do with myself. It was all too sweet, and yet there was even more to come.
I wanted to scream. I felt it then, his gorgeous warm, thick cock, as he lodged it between my ass. It brushed against my sex, and then he pulled it further down till it was coated with my arousal. Sticky and broad, he took it down to my sex and stroked my clit with it. Then, holding the length with the flat of his palm against my sex, he rocked his hips back and forth, and my legs nearly gave out.
“Focus,” he swore as the rigid length stroked my clit over and over again. All this edging was going to leave my brain malfunctioning, and all I could do was reach behind me to grab his shirt, not thinking any further about the aftermath of his appearance. My hold was pulsing with empathy, and it was driving me crazy.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, tears nearly stinging my eyes. “Please. I can”t... I can”t take it anymore.”
I could hear his chuckle behind me, but thankfully, and soon enough, he put me out of my misery.
However, there was a problem.
“I don’t have any condoms here,” he said, and my heart jumped into my throat. I couldn”t believe how terrified I was because the thought of not going all the way with him once again because we didn’t have protection was too much to bear.
“I”m on birth control,” I said, wondering if he would believe me.
He was silent for a little while, but he continued to tease my clit with the broad head. He would stretch me slightly open and then pull out, and I wanted to bite into something, preferably his shoulder.
I needed him to get on with it as my hold tightened against him, so I immediately proffered a different solution.
“I”ll take the pill afterward. There will be no accidents, I swear it.”
I could feel the amusement in his words as he responded.
“Darling, I am a lawyer. Unless in writing, words mean absolutely nothing to me.”
My heart deflated; however, before I could say a different word, he pushed into me, and then grabbing my hips, slammed in all the way.
My heart stopped; he, however, seemed to be the one unable to hold back anymore. The most beautifully tortured groan floated out of his mouth, and it was like music to my ears. He didn’t move; he just basked in the connection, and I did the same. He was so big it hurt, but the way he stretched me was so fucking exquisite.
He was the perfect fit, and shutting my eyes, I committed every moment of this to memory.
“How many partners have you had?” he asked, somehow knowing that his questioning now would depend on whether we went any further.
“One.” I replied.
“How long ago?”
“Four years,”
“Hmm,” he groaned in pleasure, and then he spread my thighs even further apart.
Absolutely every bit of control had been taken away from me, and I had absolutely no complaints. It was the way I wanted, so as he pulled out just until he reached my entrance and then slammed back into me, I had no qualms whatsoever about my brain completely shutting off. I loved the way he oscillated between taking his time, watching how tightly I pulsed around him, and then slamming back into me, and then suddenly he would increase his pace as he fucked into me relentlessly until I lost my balance.
His hand banded around my waist to keep me upright; however, I could no longer sit still or shut the fuck up for that matter. I was out of control and breathless, and realizing this, he picked me up and set me on the table.
I held onto him, my arms going around his neck while his hooked underneath my thighs, hoisting me up just the way he needed.
“So,” he slid back into me once again, and all I could do was pant.
“Look at me,” he said, but it was too hard. Hoping there was a reward at the end of it, I did just that, and our eyes met. I was even more struck, and in that moment, I knew that I wanted more. I wanted this man like nothing else. Not for just now, but for as long as possible. He was so gorgeous, and also insanely attractive. He leaned forward then to kiss me, and once again, I lost myself. He rammed into me, but thankfully, my cry was muffled by his kiss.
“Keep it down,” he rasped out.
But I couldn”t exactly obey. He wasn’t completely silent, either. Our breathing was loud, and his moans reverberated into my ears. I loved it, and it made me reach even further downward to grab his ass. I loved feeling the muscles in his cheeks stay tight and flex to his thrusts. His pace now was consistent, fast, and piercingly deep. He was now in a hurry, and although I wasn”t sure why, I understood. It was sheer luck that we had been left alone so long, and I knew it was going to come to an end soon. And so, I buried my neck in the crook of his shoulder and chased my release as well, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts.
In our movements, I felt as though we were one. We were so in sync that it was unreal; however, right before I reached the edge, I heard a knock on the door. My hand went over my mouth because I knew I was too close. However, as though knowing this, he went even faster and harder.
“Guy, stop please,” I begged, but he didn”t. He, too, was on the verge, and so he fucked me until we were both coming.
I lost my senses. Everything seemed to be a blur around me as the orgasm knocked into me like a wave. It crashed all over my body, knocking into my very bones and overwhelming me to the point of incoherence. I felt formless as I pulsed around the hardness of his cock in my sex milking his seed into me. All around us was heat and warmth and pleasure so exquisite I was dazed.
I held onto him for dear life, and even when my strength completely left me, I collapsed onto the surface and lay limp on the table. I couldn”t move. It felt as though my body was integrated, but when that knock came again, my eyes opened. I tried to catch my breath, but it was a struggle.
My chest heaved as I stared up, and still, I couldn”t see the ceiling. I felt him, though. He kissed me on my lips, down my body, and breasts till finally, he pulled out of me. My eyes clenched shut at the loss, but at the spill of release down my thighs, I relished the gorgeous conclusion.
“Fuck,” he cursed, and I felt the exact same way. “Fuck, it was much better than I expected.”
I had to move, however, because he finally confirmed what I had suspected to be true.
“There”s someone at the door,” he said, and I nodded.
“Yeah.”
“I”ll get you,” I said, however, all I wanted was to curl up and fall asleep. I couldn”t, so I held out my hand, and knowing exactly what I wanted, he grabbed it and pulled me up. I stumbled, unable to meet his gaze because we were both still shaken.
“Can you walk?” he asked, and I nodded.
I was still wearing my heels, and I didn’t want to take them off. I didn’t know how I would get cleaned up otherwise, but at that moment, I didn’t really care. My brain was barely working, and all I wanted to do was bask in the heavenly aftermath.
“Stay here,” he said as he tucked his dick back into his briefs and pulled his pants up. He left then, and my gaze went to the door. I wondered who was there; the knock didn’t come again, and I couldn”t help but hope that whoever it was would have gone when I went back out there, otherwise, I would have no choice but to be stuck here.
He soon returned and I turned toward him to see the towel he had in his hand. He seemed to have cleaned up as he looked tidy.
I was immensely grateful, so I reached out to take the towel from him, but he took it out of my reach.
Seated and pressing his body against mine once again, he sent the warm cloth between my thighs and, holding my gaze, began to clean me up. It was a different kind of stimulation, one that excited me but also made me feel so loved. It was a very dangerous state, but I could bear it; I wanted to bear it.
Soon enough, he was done, and then he kissed me.
“Time to get back to work,” he said, and I nodded immensely sadly. However, I had no choice, so as he walked away, I hooked my bra, grabbed my jacket, and was once again decent in no time.