Chapter 23 #2
The bulky man was not taking no for an answer.
He had his arm up as though already directing me back to Tyler’s office.
There was no use in fighting him. He was only doing his job.
I nodded and followed the man, who went into the elevator with me.
Tyler must have given him explicit instructions to make sure I made it back.
Fuck. I hope he wasn’t about to fire me again.
The office was cool and elegant, much more pristine than the last time I was here. “Here she is,” the security officer said.
“Thanks, Cade.” Tyler got up from his desk and went to close the door behind Cade, leaving me in the office with him.
“What now?” I said. He hadn’t moved away from the door, and I hadn’t taken more than a couple of steps into the large office.
“Why did you kiss me?” he said.
“You know why? I told you.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Do you have a problem with being kissed? If so, I am sorry; it won’t happen again.”
“Yes. No. It’s just…” He pinched his forehead. I peered into him. He looked… unsettled? It was odd to see someone with great confidence, such as him, so unsure of himself.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s fine.”
“It doesn’t look like it.”
He crossed his arms, then uncrossed them to rest them on his waist, then crossed them again.
“Tyler…”
He swallowed the space between us with two quick strides, took my face into his hands, and kissed me hard—rough and all-consuming.
I held onto the lapels of his jacket as he devoured me with a kiss that was both punishing and reverent.
He would caress my lips with his one moment, then bite me the next.
His tongue clashed with mine, and they both mimicked a dance I wanted to do for real—a dance my loins yearned for.
I could not stop myself even if I wanted to.
I let him lead me in the kiss, and as his footsteps marched forward, mine marched backward.
I had no idea where we were going until I felt the hard black oak of his desk against my butt.
His hands slipped to my sides, imprisoning me between him and his desk, not that I wanted to go anywhere.
“You wanted to know why I never kissed you? This is why.” He brushed my lips with his again, dropping a small kiss before drawing back and staring into my eyes.
“I don’t get it.”
“You drive me crazy.” He kissed me again, more fervently if that were possible, rendering me silent. I never got to ask what he meant because he then slid his arms down my silk blouse and began undoing the buttons.
“Tyler.” I glanced at the door.
“No one will come in without my saying so unless they want to die.” His voice was gruff with need.
He undid the second and third buttons. On the fourth, the button refused to budge. He wrestled with it and was about to rip my blouse when I placed my hand above his. “You haven’t replaced my dress like you promised, and I don’t think I have the confidence to walk out of here naked.”
He grumbled and reluctantly undid the rest of the buttons, then he flung the blouse out of the skirt, making me jump.
My blouse fell onto the desk. Then he unzipped my skirt and drew it down to my legs.
He let it fall as he went for my bra next, pinching and palming my breasts before removing the lace fabric.
I silently thanked myself for opting for the lace and not going for the cotton ensemble I wanted to put on.
He removed all of my clothes, and once again, I felt self-conscious that I was the only one naked and reached for his pants.
He drew back, widened my thighs, and then kneeled on the floor.
I jerked when his mouth came into contact with my nether regions.
However, electric thrills ran from my clit to all over my body, replacing the initial surprise.
He lapped and sucked as though he were hungry for my pussy, and when I gushed my orgasm, he drank it all.
I had never felt this desired by anyone until him, and it was amazing to experience it again.
When he got up again, his lips captured mine in another kiss, and tasting myself on his tongue gave me a headiness that drove me wild.
My hands went to his pants. Quickly, but not as efficiently, I undid his belt, followed by his fly, then let the pants drop as I took his throbbing member out of his boxers.
He groaned in my mouth when my hand touched him.
The head of his cock was weeping with pre-cum, which I rubbed around and then stroked him.
He continued to kiss me as my hands went to his chest and tried to remove his jacket, shirt, and waistcoat.
The jacket and waistcoat came off. But when my hands went to his tie, he turned me around and plastered me on the desk.
My left hand grasped onto a notebook while my right brushed a pen that fell to the floor.
The monitor at the top of my head did not budge when he pushed me forward, and my head lightly grazed it.
My legs were still firmly on the floor, but if he pushed me further, I would be suspended in the air.
I heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of foil being ripped, then a condom sliding down a cock.
Then, with his hands back on my pussy, he splayed my legs with his.
He caressed my butt cheeks, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Then he pulled me backward and upward and entered me with one deep stroke.
I gasped as his body pushed me against the desk.
He was slow at first, then his thrusts quickened as he rammed into me like a man possessed.
The desk shook; the notebook I held onto slipped from my grasp and slid to the floor.
The monitor in front of me shook so hard I thought it was going to crash to the ground.
A little pendulum set swung across the desk and hung dangerously on the edge.
I didn’t care about any of that except how he felt inside me—how deep he thrust, his cock rubbing a part of me I was sure I didn’t possess.
Tyler wrapped his hands around me and raised me until I felt his chest against my back.
Then he drew my neck and kissed my cheek, kissing and nipping it until he reached my lips again and claimed my mouth just as he claimed my pussy.
He was relentless as ever, driving hard into me, palming my breasts, pinching them, and making me go wild with multiple sensations shooting from all over my body.
I could not contain my scream when I came.
Thankfully, he swallowed it with his kiss and held me tight as I trembled in his arms, my pussy milking his cock.
When my tremors subsided, he came soon after, thrusting slowly until he spent himself inside the condom.
I collapsed onto the desk. He collapsed onto a chair behind me. “Fuck,” he said, caressing my thigh, his touch strangely tender. “Fuck you, Saff.”