34. Anderson
34
ANDERSON
“ P lease tell me you're kidding,” she whispers.
But I'm not. “Honestly, what is Andre going to do if we are discovered in his utility closet being naughty? He gave you the key card to his office. If he didn't think you'd use it, he's a fool.”
“Anderson, please! We have to go when we can. If we’re caught?—"
“Then we’ll be punished,” I tell her as I step close enough to breathe her in. “We’ve come this far. What’s a little further?”
Her eyes scan over my face like she’s still waiting for me to crack a smile and tell her this is all a joke.
Instead, I brush my lips over hers and kiss my way up her jawline to her earlobe. I exhale hot breath on her there, earning a shiver. “You're a bad girl for getting dressed. I will have to punish you.”
“We can't do this. As much as I would love to, it's wrong. This is my boss' office.”
I lick up her neck. She lets out a moan like a good girl. “That's why you want to do it. Because it's wrong. The thought of getting away with something like this turns you on, right?”
She breathes the faintest version of the word, “Yes.”
“Besides, it's not like you're the only one with needs. Getting you off has made me rock hard.”
“Still, I don't think it's a good idea.”
“The best ideas are the worst ones. Get on your knees for me.”
Her breaths come harder now as she kneels before me. When she looks up, there is so much lust in her eyes it’s hard not to come in my pants like a horny twenty-year-old at his first Spring Break sighting of a girl flashing her tits. As she reaches for my zipper, I tell her, “No. Not yet. Show me your tits.”
June sits back and slowly unbuttons her blouse. When she unclips her bra, her breasts burst forward.
I will never get tired of that. “Now you can unzip me.”
She unbuttons my fly, jerks the zipper down all the way, and reaches into my trousers for my cock. I've been straining against my trousers for what felt like hours. Now I'm free, and much more relaxed. Probably shouldn't be, though, considering we could be found at any moment, but truthfully, the thought turns me on.
Andre has been a thorn in my family's side for a long time. That piece of shit kidnapped June, and now he's trying to take over my family's businesses. Getting caught fucking in his utility closet would be hilarious. Seems only right.
The moment her lips breathe over the head of my cock, it is everything I can do not to yank her to her feet and fuck her. She's had me on edge since I felt her come around my fingers. Not to mention the danger of it all. What I wouldn't give to see Andre's face once he finds out about us here.
She’s being such a little tease. “Are you going to just lick me like a lollipop? I thought you were worried about getting caught.”
She smirks up at me and then sucks me down into her throat. A stiff breath goes in as I grab the shelves to brace on. Fuck, she is too good at that. I can't believe I'm getting to marry this woman. She sucks cock like she was born to do it. It's second only to how she gets when she rides me. The woman is a hellcat.
My sac tightens. But I push it back. Not now, body. I have plans.
I reach down for her tits, flicking my fingers on her nipples. Each time she shudders and moans around my cock, and that sensation travels up my shaft, lighting me up like a fucking Christmas tree. I’m holding on, but I can't fight this forever. She's too good.
June’s tongue wraps around the head of my cock, and she shuttles back and forth down my length. I've never felt anything like it. Part of me thinks it would be kinder to have an open relationship. Someone this talented should be shared.
But I will end any man who touches her. She is mine.
When she reaches up for my balls, a new burst of pleasure courses through me, bringing me right to the edge. But this is not how I’m going to come. I have bigger plans in mind for that.
I flick her nipples a little harder than I had been. It's the fastest way to get her attention when she's this into her work. She whimpers and looks up. “On your feet.”
“But you haven't?—"
“No shit. On your feet.”
She stands, but her gait is wobbly when I walk her to the steamer trunk in the back of the utility closet. It’s next to some dusty crates and the only thing that looks personal here. I imagine Andre keeps his soul inside the steamer trunk in some Dorian Gray gambit to live forever. He’s twisted enough to try anything, I imagine.
With June standing in front of me, I lift her hair and kiss the back of her neck before I bite her there. Hard. She squeaks and melts against me as I bend her over the steamer trunk. Slowly, I lift her skirt out of my way and lower her panties. God, this ass will be the death of me. I want to give her a proper spanking, but alas, that would make too much noise.
Maybe when we get home. Where we have lube to do things right …
No. Stay focused.
I rub my hand over her soaked pussy from behind, and she backs against my palm. “Needy girl. Trying for your pleasure again before I’ve had mine.” I swat her there. It’s a love tap, nothing more, but she inhales like I surprised her.
Good.
I stroke her labia with my cockhead, taking my time with it and savoring every honeyed fold. Fucking June is utter bliss, but the part right before is something to be enjoyed. She makes the saddest little sound when I don’t thrust home. “Are you going to be a good girl, love, and take my cock?”
“Please,” she gasps.
I shove forward in one go. Fucking perfect fit. She must be biting her hand because her groan is muffled. Mine is not. I try to keep it contained, but this is forbidden fruit and I can’t help myself. When I start in on her, I’m merciless. Our bodies smack together loud enough that I’m surprised security hasn’t run in yet, thinking to stop a fistfight.
After her tongue has driven me to the edge, I worry this will be fast, and I’m not a man to leave a lady in a lurch, so I reach around her hip for her clit. She shakes her head and murmurs, “I’ll scream.”
I don’t stop. “So?”
“They’ll hear!”
“I don’t fucking care,” I hiss, still pounding her, still playing with her. I need her to come like I need air.
“Ander … oh god,” she whispers.
Then I feel it. Her pussy pulses on me. She bucks against me while she comes with both hands over her mouth as she tries to swallow her scream. That’s all it takes. I growl and erupt, pulling out to come on the steamer trunk.
You’re welcome, Andre.
Slowly, June turns around, panting. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“Which part?”
“All of it. The cleaners?—"
“Look at the door, June.”
She leans over. “What about it?”
“No more light means the cleaners left.”
“Wait—you knew they weren’t in there, and you made me think we would get caught … ?”
I smirk down at her as she rights her clothing. “I did. And you came so fucking hard I thought you might rip my dick off with your pussy.”
It’s still dark inside, but I’m sure she’s blushing. “Well, what do you plan to do about your mess on the trunk?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“Anderson—"
“Let’s get out of here.”
She blows out a breath, glancing at what I’d done. “Yeah. You know what? Fuck Andre.” She leans up for a kiss. “But if you ever again make me think we’re going to get caught fucking, and you know better, I’m cutting you off.”
I laugh. “It’s a deal.” I’m a lawyer. Every deal is negotiable.