Chapter 12 #2
“Now would be a fantastic fucking time to start, yeah.”
I gave him a quick peck and slipped off his lap. “Right here?” I asked, beginning to feel a little unsure of myself suddenly. It all looked a lot easier on the spreadsheet.
“On your knees, Francesca.”
Gosh.
That smexy, bossy voice got me every time. I lowered to my knees in front of him. He opened his legs and said, “Undo my belt.”
Oh.
Yes.
That I could do.
I moved closer and reached for his belt. It didn't take me long to open it.
“Now, my pants. Undo them and pull me out.”
Gosh.
The deep, smexy, bossy tone he used—really—hit me and made my lower belly begin to ache. I undid his button and then unzipped his pants.
And then I ran my fingers over his long hardness poking out the top of his boxer briefs. It fascinated me how hard he could get. I loved the feel of him under my fingertips.
“Francesca,” he said in warning.
“What?” I asked innocently, dragging my fingertips up and down his length. I stopped briefly on the tip and circled my fingertip in the warm drop of wetness there.
“Fuck, you're a tease. Aren't you?” he asked, but it was more of a statement than anything. And from the way he said it—he didn't exactly seem to mind.
“I don't know what you mean?” Then I circled the slit at the tip again.
He drew in a sharp breath. “Take. Me. Out.” His words were precise and crisp.
And—since I had probably teased him enough—I did what he asked. He was rock-hard and hot in my hand.
“Lick me. Up and down. Don't suck me yet.” His eyes bore into mine.
I held him as I licked.
Slowly.
Up.
And down.
Making sure to cover as much ground as I possibly could.
“Stefan? Can I—”
His hand slipped into my hair, and he held me there. “You need to learn to listen.” One eyebrow rose as he gave another warning. The problem with his warnings was that they just made me hotter. I wasn't sure he understood that.
“But how will I know what to do next?”
He licked his lips and swallowed. “Well, if you listen and pay attention.” The grip he had on my head increased. “You'll know.”
I stayed quiet—and listened to him.
“Very good. See? You're already learning,” he said in a pleased tone. And that made me nearly burst into flames, too.
Was there anything about Stefan that didn't?
“Wrap your lips around me and take me as deep as you can.”
Gosh.
I felt a small trickle of excitement drip out of me as he guided me to his cock. I opened my mouth and sucked him in.
He moaned, “Yes, that's right. Go as deeply as you can.”
I did as he asked. I really couldn't go all that far. I mean, I wasn't sure how far was—far. All I knew was that there was still a whole lot of length left that wasn't in my mouth right now. But I stopped anyway.
Because I was being a good listener.
For now.
“That's wonderful, Francesca,” he panted as he praised me. I squeezed my thighs together, seeking—something.
Anything.
This whole thing was making me all kinds of horny. And we'd barely even done anything yet.
“Now, you can do what you want. And if you want guidance, let me know.”
His manly, musky scent traveled up my nose, inflaming my pleasure even more. I sucked on him, moving my mouth up and down his shaft.
“Use your hand, too. Move it as you go.” Stefan circled my hand around him. Well, he circled my hand around as much as he could. My fingers didn’t come close to touching.
“Yeah, that's right.” He wrapped his hand around mine and moved it, teaching me how he liked it. And again—that made me even hotter.
A few minutes later, he had another suggestion. “Suck harder for me, Francesca.” So that was what I did. I increased my suction—and then increased it some more.
“Ah, that’s perfect. Just like that. Yeah.”
I wasn't sure why, but every time he told me I was doing something he enjoyed—it increased—my—pleasure, too.
“That's so fuckin' good. You're going to make me come inside your mouth.”
A long—delicious—clench had me almost orgasming, I swear. And when he asked, “Do you want me to come in your mouth?” His hands trailed down to my shoulders, where he began slowly pulling my straps down my arms. “Or do you want me to come all over your gorgeous tits?”
Hmm.
He wanted me to choose options 1. b. or 1. c. on the spreadsheet. Which one did I want to do?
Both.
But that wasn't possible. I'd have to choose between them.
“Hurry up, Francesca,” Stefan said with urgency. “Or I'll make the decision for you.”
Oh.
I actually liked that choice the best.
Stefan yanked my straps down further until my breasts emerged. “So fuckin' beautiful,” he said, cupping his hands over my breasts. That felt nice, but I wanted him to do more. I leaned in, pressing them into his palms. He played with me, rolling my hard nipples.
A minute later, he said, “All right, suck harder. And get ready to swallow me down.”
I did what he asked, sucking even harder. I also increased my speed—just to see what would happen. Seconds later—I found out.
“Fuck me,” he grunted while his hands instantly left my breasts and landed on my head.
“I'm coming in your mouth. Ah, fuck.” He shoved himself in a bit deeper than I was comfortable with, almost causing me to gag.
But I didn't. His cock swelled even bigger and then jerked inside of me, exploding his saltiness in my mouth.
And then I did what 1. b stated and swallowed.
And swallowed.
And swallowed him down.
“Christ, woman.” He wheezed, gazing down at me with admiration and—love—in his eyes.
“Fuck, that was good.” He pulled me off him with a “pop,” and bent down to kiss me.
“You did so well, Francesca. So, fucking well. Thank you.” He gave me a beautiful, appreciative kiss.
One moment, I was still on my knees, kissing him.
And then the next, I was being hauled up and plunked down on the edge of his desk.
He shoved the laptop over and pushed me back.
“Lift up,” he ordered with his fingers curled into the sides of my panties.
“Don't rip these, please,” I begged him. “I love this set. It's so pretty.”
His hungry eyes hit mine. “Then listen to me and lift up,” he practically growled.
Yikes.
I did as told, and Stefan very impatiently yanked my panties down my legs.
“Open,” was the only guidance he gave before his mouth covered me—his tongue plunging inside my core.
I gasped at the sudden feel of him—and his determination.
He did not go slowly. He ate me at a feverish pace.
“Lie back for me,” he muttered against my delicate flesh. Then his hands gently pushed me back onto the desk. “You're so fuckin' wet,” he said between licks and sucks. “So fuckin' wet. And beautiful.” His hands traveled up my thighs to my belly—and then to my breasts.
Oh.
Yeah.
“That feels so good, Stefan,” I moaned as his mouth continued its assault on me while his hands played and pinched in all the best ways.
A moment later, one hand slid down and then—his fingers were inside of me. Then Stefan did something wonderful—his fingers and tongue working their magic on me.
“That's right. Come for me.”
And then—
I did.
Everything he was doing—
Was perfect.
My walls clamped around his fingers as I cried out in bliss. Every muscle in my body contracted like never before. And I came.
Hard.
“Stefan,” I whimpered, my body shuddering with each powerful pulse.
“You're so beautiful when you come,” Stefan said in a heated tone. And that just set me off even more.
My orgasm seemed to never end. Stefan's fingers and mouth, and tongue worked wonders between my legs.
When I finally began to come back down to Earth, I asked, “How did you do that?”
He chuckled and kissed my thigh. “That was all you.”
He pulled me up to sitting, and just happened to be face to face with my breasts. So, he took full advantage. He cupped them in his hands and brought them to his mouth. His tongue slowly circled and teased each nipple, making them impossibly hard.
I felt myself dripping onto his desk. I wasn't sure he'd appreciate that, so I told him, “Stefan, I'm dripping on your desk.”
I touched his hair as he let out a low laugh.
“That's not a problem, Francesca.” His eyes looked into mine.
“That's a goal.” He grinned. “But I can find you somewhere else to sit. If you like?” And then he pulled me off the desk and onto his lap, so I was straddling him.
“Better?” he asked with that smexy devilish smirk I loved so much.
Before I could answer—
I felt him right at my entrance. “Lower yourself down. I want you to fuck me.”
Oh, my gosh.
His dirty, dirty mouth.
His hands grasped my waist and pulled me down onto him.
I gave him no resistance. I was so, so wet.
I slid easily. Then he started moving my hips up and down, urging me to go faster.
I took his cue and moved quicker on him.
He let go of my waist with one hand and grasped the back of my head.
And then he pulled me in for a kiss. I tasted myself on him and smelled my musk.
It was so much of a turn-on I nearly came all over again.
“You like tasting yourself on me. Don't you, Francesca?” Of course, Stefan had noticed that. He noticed everything. His hands slipped down to my behind, and he squeezed it hard. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
I nodded as I panted, still moving up and down on him. “Yes, I love tasting myself on you.”
Stefan let out a loud breath and smiled. “Fuck that cock, Francesca. Fuck it hard.”
Oh.
Gosh.
His words.
His dirty, dirty words.
I quickened my pace, Stefan thrusting up as I lowered down. The friction of my breasts rubbing against his button-down shirt felt fantastic, too. His bare chest would have been better, but this was—different.
I instantly knew when his fingers grazed over my hip and down between my legs that he was ready for me to come.
Which was good because I was more than ready again. “That feels good. I like that,” I said when his thumb rubbed small circles over that tiny bundle of nerves. If I lasted another minute, I'd be surprised.
“I'm going to blow my load inside your perfect, tight pussy this time. You like it when I come inside you. Don't you, Francesca?” He was baiting me, and I knew it. But I also appreciated knowing what he wanted. And dirty talk was something Stefan seemed to really be into.
I couldn't blame him. Because I guess I was into it, too.
“I want you to come inside me, Stefan. I love feeling you explode inside of my pussy.”
I could tell that excited him by the way he groaned and thrust up harder into me.
There was no sense in holding back. I couldn't. Not anymore.
My mouth touched his. “I'm coming.” I told him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, ready for my orgasm to take hold of me.
“Fuck, yes. Come all over my cock. I want you dripping all over me. Do you hear me, Francesca? I want your fucking come dripping down my cock.”
That.
Was.
It.
I felt myself clench around him so hard I wondered if I was hurting him.
But when his hands grasped my hips and pounded me down on him a few more times, I knew he was about to lose control, too.
We both shouted out as we climaxed.
Me—dripping down his cock just like he'd asked. My toes curled as I came.
And came.
And came.
Stefan flooded my pussy, clearly coming undone—just as much as I was.
Still panting, he grabbed my head and kissed me. His still salty tongue eagerly plundering my mouth.
I kissed him as I came down from my orgasm, slowing my movements on him.
“I guess you can cross 1. b, 1. c, and 3. d, off your spreadsheet,” I teased him while we kissed.
He laughed, low and deep. “You're a quick study.”
I shook my head and kissed down his strong jaw. “I have a good teacher.” Then I nuzzled into his neck and closed my eyes.