26. Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Vi
A couple of days after our second weekend together, I returned to the Sotomayor offices after a meeting. Several of the desks were empty; it was near the end of office hours, and people had begun to leave work for the day.
Jake and I had been exploring our relationship for a bit over three weeks, but it felt like it had been years. Or only a few seconds. Time had stopped making sense, when I thought of the sweet giant I adored. In the haze of our hidden honeymoon, I craved more of him, and I had the perfect excuse to find him at his office.
"Hi Ryan." I smiled at Jake's assistant. "Is Jake free?"
The glass was opaque and the door was slightly ajar, rather than closed.
The young, bespectacled man checked the computer screen, then the phone. "Seems like it. You can go right ahead, Miss Vi."
"Stop it," I said, in reference to the title he liked to tease me with, and opened the door to Jake's office.
His eyes snapped to me, and he went still.
"Fuck me." The words stumbled out of his lips.
I licked my lips, but refrained from making a joke about how I hoped to do that as soon as possible.
"I'm here on official party business, Mister Stewart. We have some planning to do."
I said the words loud enough to be heard by Ryan if he was paying attention, but gave Jake a sly smile.
He smirked and pressed the button to close the door.
"Let's plan, then, Violeta."
The door closed behind me, and the glass remained opaque. I dropped my bag on one of the chairs in front of Jake's desk and smiled; whatever he saw on my face must have broadcast my intention, because he pushed his chair back against the bookshelves behind him, and opened his arms to make room for me.
I plopped myself onto his lap. One of my favorite things about Jake's size was that he could take the force of my movements without a flinch. He did so then, his arms immediately wrapping around me, his lips immediately dropping onto mine.
We kissed as if we hadn't seen each other in ages. His tongue danced with mine. He squeezed me tight. I let out a soft moan, and pulled from his bottom lip. Time continued to warp my perception of Jake and I, because I hadn't kissed him since the day before, and it felt like an eon had gone by.
"Okay." His voice came out deep and hoarse. He cleared his throat. "Maybe we should leave it there. You said something about the party?"
I put my arms over his shoulders and played with the hair at his nape. "Flowers are confirmed, and the reference they gave us for decorators came through— They will make room in their calendar for us. Now we only need to decide on the specifics, and we'll be done with our share of planning."
"Perfect. It's only a month until the party so it's about time. Do you think your parents suspect anything?"
"No way." I laughed. "They're in the dark. It's going to be amazing."
"They might cry."
"I hope they do. They deserve the love. The celebration."
He nodded, and reached for my mouth again in a soft, quick kiss. "Agreed. Now, do you think we can escape for dinner somewhere? Just the two of us."
"Mhh. That would be nice."
His blue eyes looked a warm shade of ice in the office light, his hair closer to blond than red. His gaze was affectionate, the way he cherished me clear in the dark pool of his pupils.
It pulled me to him, it moved inside of me with the power of the tides. Like he was the moon, and this growing love for him in my cells was an ocean.
The metals in my blood warmed and allied themselves in my lower belly, calling for our joining to feel as close to him as humanly possible.
"Why did you react that way when I came in?" I asked. "You said, fuck me ."
He pulled his lips to the side, humor appearing on his gesture. "You're wearing one of my favorite dresses you own. You were a vision coming into my office like that."
His eyes traveled down my body, snatching on the organza tied at my neck.
He took one of the long pieces of fabric and pulled slowly from it. The tie became undone. "Do you know how many times you wore this dress and I had to forcefully stop myself from doing just that?"
"How many? Give me a rough estimate."
The dress was one of my favorite pieces, too. Deciding to wear it every week moving forward was easy, considering the effect it seemed to have on Jake.
His hand shifted to the first button on the textured cotton twill making up the body of the garment.
He undid it. "How long have you had it?"
"A couple of years."
"If you used it twice a month, then a rough estimate would be forty-eight times."
He undid another button and licked his bottom lip.
My lungs had started to work harder, and my breasts pushed against the sweetheart neckline.
He opened a third button and, with gentle fingers, pushed the organza aside to reveal my skin. He kissed the top of my breast. Nibbled on it. I took a hiccuped breath.
He groaned. "It's unfortunate we need to stop."
I frowned. "The fuck we are."
I got up, lifted my skirt up my legs, and sat on his lap again, straddling him.
"Vi—"
His hands flew to the air by his sides, palms forward. A prisoner claiming innocence. Yet his eyes betrayed him, roaming hungrily over my exposed thighs.
His cock hardened fast, and I rolled my hips on it, seeking friction against my underwear.
"Holy shit." Jake's eyes glanced behind me, as if needing to confirm we were protected from view by the opaque glass, but his gaze returned to gorge on the sight of my chest.
The buttons he had opened earlier offered a teasing view of my breasts, full and straining against the fabric of my bra and dress.
"Come on, Jake." I continued to roll my hips on him. "I know you want to touch."
"There are people on the other side of the glass."
"Yeah. Doesn't it make it hotter? I know you've dreamt of fucking me in your office."
He closed his eyes. He clenched his jaw.
"Get a little wild," I purred. "Bend me over your desk. I know you want to."
He opened his eyes and stared at me from under the ridge of his eyebrows. The intensity, even the slight anger in the soft color of his cheeks spurred me on.
"You're toying with me," he growled.
"What are you going to do about it, big guy? You may need to slap my ass to punish me. Make it tingly and all red."
"Fuck." He ran his fingers through his head, fighting for control. He scrubbed the hair at the back of his head.
I leaned forward, hands on his chest, and licked his lips. "I think it's time I break you, Jake."
"You sound confident you can." The words ground through his clenched teeth.
"Of course." I got up and undid the next two top buttons on my dress. "I know you want me."
His eyes followed my hands, a twisted knot on his brow. The muscles of his jaw were taut.
I dropped my gaze to his hard cock, straining against his trousers. "It's not like you can hide that python away, my love."
His nostrils flared. I opened the next three buttons. Only two left.
If I had had any presence of mind at the time, I might have thanked the goddess that I wore lingerie every day since getting together with Jake, just in case a chance like this presented itself.
As it was, I finished the two last buttons and I pulled the dress aside, revealing the dark purple ensemble I wore.
"You want to kill me," he said.
"No, I want you to lose control."
"And you're going to do that here, in my office, while people go about their business outside."
"It's the only way you would show me resistance and without it, how would it be fun? So unless you say caesura , I plan to push. "
He shook his head like he prayed for patience, his eyes locked on me. I cupped a breast and teased my own nipple between two fingers.
"This should be your hand, you know?" I said in a hoarse whisper. "If you're brave enough to take what I'm offering."
He could have used the word we'd agreed on, but he didn't. He pressed his lips together and raised to his feet. I looked up at him, my heart drumming behind my breastbone, its pattern one of greed and anticipation.
With an exasperated gesture shaping his face, he pushed on the third button next to me, the one to lock the door.
"You're more dangerous than I ever gave you credit for." He cocked his head, his eyes low on my chest. "And I gave you a lot of credit."
"Not enough, it seems."
He ran his knuckles over my nipple, through the lace of my bra.
"Don't be all calculated like this," I complained. "I want you to break, not give in."
Blue fire met my gaze. "You don't know what you're asking for, Vi."
"I'm asking you to use your muscles on me. Let me fight you and get your way anyway. Take me over your desk, because I pushed you too far, and you can't help yourself."
"I could overpower you, Vi. Are you sure you want that?"
"Fuck, Jake. What do I have to do to convince you I want you overpowering me?"
He stepped close to me, until his shirt touched the lace on my chest.
"If you tell me to stop, I will," he growled.
"I won't."
"Are you going to squirm and push your ass against me as I fuck you, keeping quiet through it?"
"If you fuck me right."
His eyes narrowed. He hooked a finger on the edge of my underwear and pulled me to him, getting me to stand up off the desk. I hadn't realized I had sat on it.
"Does it get you wet to talk to me like that?"
"You should check."
I had only an instant to see the fracture in the wall of his resolve, revealing the power he kept contained. I lost sight of it behind his eyes when he grabbed me by the arms and turned me around in a swift, commanding move. He pushed his torso on my back and I was forced to brace myself against the desk. His fingers clamped around my wrist, coercing me to keep still under the weight of him.
My mouth went slack with pleasure. I pushed his keyboard and papers aside with my free hand.
"First, you're going to fix that attitude, Vi."
I pushed my hips back onto his cock. "Make me."
"Shit. You're a troublemaker."
With his free hand, he lifted my skirt and pushed it out of the way. The cold office air made contact with skin, and a chill went down my spine when Jake's hot breath brushed my neck.
"You have to behave." His fingers splayed on the rounds of my ass, the fingertips teasing the sensitive flesh where it met my upper thigh. "Or else."
"Show me." I wiggled against him. "Check me."
He pulled my panties to the side. "Say you're mine."
"You're mine."
"Fuck."
I had to bite my bottom lip not to moan. We talked through sandpaper vocal cords, keeping quiet but at a cost.
"I don't have a condom with me, but I'll fuck you with my fingers until you regret making me break."
"I can take a lot. I can take you bare—" I swallowed a whimper. "I went to the doctor. You can fuck me with that pretty dick of yours, like you're meant to."
"Violeta." My name sounded strained on his lips.
The sound of metal and leather rang behind me as he unbuckled his belt. I writhed to goad him into getting inside of me already; he hadn't even touched me properly and yet my clit pulsed in need.
He released my wrist only to push down on my lower back, pinning me into place. His shoe pushed my feet closer together; my heels scored the floor.
"Ass up," he commanded. "Are you going to take my cock?"
He pushed the tip right against my entrance. I tried to push back, but he held me in place.
I scratched the wood under my nails. "Fuck me, Jake."
"You want my cock that badly?" He pulled away from me, leaving me utterly desperate for more.
A scoff-like sound broke through my throat, instead of the moan that had built in it. "Don't you dare."
He lay on my back and talked to my ear. "Say you're mine."
"You're mine."
"Fuck, Vi." He teased my clit with the head of his cock. "You wanted to see me break? Me breaking means I'm going to make you break, too. Before I have you on your knees. I could finish all over your tits and make you keep the souvenir under your dress while we go out for dinner. You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because you're mine." He pushed into me in a swift move. "And I can do what I please."
I arched my back and opened my mouth in a silent scream. It might have been the sharp office light on the ceiling but, through my closed eyes and the tingling nerve endings throughout my body, I swore I saw stars.
"You stretch me so good," I said.
I meant to lower my head, but he roped his free hand on my loose hair and kept me bending upward.
"You feel like heaven," he replied, and began a tantalizing rhythm with his hips.
"I can take more."
He pumped faster. "I know you can. You're going to take me any way I want you to."
My labored breathing filled my ears. The force of each thrust forced ripples up my body, under my skin. I smiled. Even the pain of my hair pulled tight seemed to incite my body into a frenzy.
"For years I have pulled back." He let out a quiet groan. "And here you have me, giving you the last piece of control I ever had in me."
The hand on my lower back reached for one of my wrists and pulled it back, destabilizing me. I crashed down onto the desk, and I scrambled on it for purchase. Everything on the desk got into further disarray.
He kept me on a hold, my arm twisting back and keeping me in submission. "Ass up, I said."
Any unexpected movement on my part would put a strain on my shoulder. His thighs and hips clapped against mine with a soft sound so erotic that it weakened my knees. He forced me to his will and took my body, and it rocked my sense of space.
Waves of rapture and bliss built in my core, crashing against my ribcage and seizing my lungs.
"Jake—"
"Say you're mine." He heightened his pace.
I didn't hesitate. "I'm yours."
"There you go, love." He blanketed me with his body and nibbled on the shell of my ear. "Was that so hard?"
I snort-chortled, too lost in the sensation to care. My thighs would have bruises from the sharp wood digging into them, but I didn't care about that, either. All that mattered was how close I was to climaxing.
"Keep talking like that in my ear," I said.
"You like it when I own you?"
"I think you've owned me for years."
"Shit." He let go of my hair and snaked his hand around me. "I'm a lost cause for you. I think I always have been."
As soon as his fingertips made contact with my clit, I broke into a million pieces.
"Fuck." He let go of my arm and blocked my mouth with his big hand.
I didn't know if I had made noise; I had lost sense of myself as the shockwaves rattled my body. I had arms, but I didn't know what they did; I had eyes, but they didn't see a thing.
Next thing I knew, my hair fanned over my face and my cheek flattened on the desk. Jake had stopped moving, and his breath scratched in his throat. His breath tickled my ear, and his torso put pressure on my back. His belly fit on my lower back as if by design.
"Holy shit, Vi." He pulled away and fell back. "Coming inside you like this— you own me, too."
He brought me with him and, still confused, I lost my balance and flailed; things scraped around on the desk.
My brain went into sharp focus when the glass in front of us cleared into transparent mode.