Cassidy #3
I whimper, pressing my thighs together as much as I can in this position. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” I promise, my voice barely a whisper.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers hooking into the sides of my underwear. “Now, stay exactly like that.”
He pulls my underwear down my legs with agonising slowness, the cool office air hitting bare skin, every single touch leaving a trail of anticipation down my body. I’m mortified by how wet I am, by how much I smell of it.
But the low hum of approval from Harlan helps with some of it.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, and the word sends a shiver through me. He kisses at the low spot in my back, just above the curve of my ass, and lightly licks it. I hiss, wanting more, needing more.
Annoyingly, he’s decided that restraint is going to be our friend.
“Now, I want you to sit back, and get yourself comfortable,” he says gently.
He pats his lap, and I look over my shoulder, my heart racing. His eyes are locked on the bareness I’m showing to him, and I don’t blame him for the open ogling.
Especially when I can see his impressive cock dripping with pre-cum, just waiting for me to warm it. My mouth waters as I eye up the fluid, wondering if he’d complain if I were to just—
“Are you using your safe word, little luxury?” Harlan asks, scenting the air like he’s checking my answer against it. I shake my head quickly. “Then do as I asked. You’ve been interrupting my work for long enough now.”
I’d panic over the reprimand, but he winks at me, his cock leaking again.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
I sink down onto his lap, gasping as his cock slides against my slick folds without entering me. The sensation is maddening—so close to what I need, yet not quite there.
When he does it a second time, I know it’s purposeful. That my alpha is taunting me just because he can.
“Tease,” I whisper, my breath hitching, as I adjust my legs ever so slightly so I’m more comfortable.
Harlan’s hands settle on my hips, fingers digging in hard. His chest rumbles, and I feel the vibrations echoing through me, and I swear, if he did this for long enough, it’d push me right over the edge.
Fuck, I’m needy tonight.
“Please,” I whisper as I shift against him. “Please, Harlan, I need—”
“Need what, little luxury?” His voice is a low rumble, his cock still pressed against my slick, desperate heat but not inside me. The restraint is maddening.
“You,” I gasp as a chill races down my spine at the effort it’s taking to not just take him the way I need. “Please, Harl, please.”
He presses a gentle kiss to the side of my neck, and I whimper. “Are you comfortable?”
I nod, resting my head back on his shoulder, wishing he’d take the hint and slide his deliciously talented fingers between my thighs, and—
“Perfect,” he grunts, thrusting into me in one, deep movement.
My whine turns into a moan as I grip his arms, feeling the beautiful stretch. He doesn’t pause until he’s fully inside me, the tip of his dick pressing so deep. And then, he just stops.
“Now, remember your job, my lovely little luxury,” Harlan says, sounding completely unaffected as he reaches past me to bring the mouse closer.
I gape at the computer as he goes back to the document he was reading and watch as he actually works. I’m sitting here, trembling, desperate for everything he can give me, and yet, we’re doing nothing.
Oh, fuck, I think this might break me.
The minutes stretch into eternity as I sit motionless on his lap.
Or at least, it feels like eternity.
I can feel every throb of his cock inside me, every slight shift of his body beneath mine, and it’s torture. It’s literally torture.
I glance at the clock in the corner of the monitor, and bite back a groan when I realise it’s been four minutes. Four minutes that are completely and utterly painful.
I want to scream.
To beg and plead.
“Ow,” I hiss, stopping the subtle movement of my hips immediately as a light stinging feeling hits my thigh.
“I said you were to remain still,” Harlan warns.
But now that I know the punishment for moving is a delightful, toe-curling spank, I want to do it again.
And again.
And again.
I hadn’t even realised I was moving, but Harlan noticed immediately. Another sharp sting, and I don’t even bother hiding my whine this time.
Doesn’t he realise how good he feels?
How perfect he is inside me right now?
It’s like his cock was made for me, literally designed to fit perfectly.
Fuck.
“Already testing me, little luxury?” His voice drops to that dangerous silky tone that makes my stomach clench with anticipation. “Perhaps you need more encouragement to stay still.”
My breath hitches as his hand slides from my hip to my inner thigh, the grip harsh and gentle at the same time. My whimper is muffled as his fingers dig into the soft flesh. The sting is delicious, and I can’t help but press against him, seeking more.
“Ah, ah, ah.” His voice is soft but firm, a warning that sends shivers down my spine. “No moving, remember?”
“But it’s so good,” I moan. “Please, Harl. I’ll do all the work. I’ll make you—”
“I don’t need you to do anything except listen,” he says firmly.
If it weren’t for the desperate way his scent wraps around mine, I’d be fooled by the calm, uninterested tone.
Instead, I know he wants me just as badly as I want him.
As I need him.
“I love you, so fucking much,” I tell him. “I can be a good girl, I promise.”
He gives the nape of my neck a soft kiss, then bites down ever so gently. Not enough to mark me, not even enough to bruise, but, fuck, does it send another flood of slick between my thighs.
My hips buck involuntarily against his lap, seeking friction, seeking anything to ease the desperate ache building inside me.
“Cassidy.” His voice drops dangerously low, a warning that makes my entire body clench around him. “Do I need to put my work to the side and deal with my troublemaking omega?”
I nod against his chest. My skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, and I’m exhausted. I’m so desperate for him to move that I can barely form words.
“Please,” I whimper, my voice cracking. “Please, Harlan, I can’t—I need—”
His hand slides up to grip my chin, tilting my face back so our eyes meet. His eyes are dark with desire, pupils blown wide as he studies my face. The restraint in his expression is almost painful to witness.
“What do you need, little luxury?” he asks, his voice a silky rumble that vibrates through me. “Use your words.”
I swallow hard, my throat dry despite the moisture pooling between my thighs. “I need you to move. Please, Harlan. I’ve been so patient. I can’t wait. I need you. Please.”
“Have you?” His thumb traces my lower lip, and I whimper, unable to resist the urge to press a kiss to the pad of his finger. “My little omega has barely managed five minutes. Is that really something deserving of a reward?”
“Then make it a punishment fuck, Harl,” I blurt out, too needy to even be embarrassed. “Just please, move.”
His eyes darken to molten amber, pupils dilating as my words register. The restraint he’s been maintaining fractures, just slightly, and I feel the shift in his body beneath me.
“A punishment fuck,” he repeats, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “Is that right?”
I nod, rocking my hips, and this time, he doesn’t spank me. He doesn’t tell me to stop. He lets me.
Over and over again.
His hands grip my hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lets me take control of the movements for a few minutes. The desk chair creaks beneath us, the sound obscene in the quiet office, but I can’t bring myself to care.
Not when Harlan is finally letting me take what I need.
“That’s it,” he groans, jerking up without realising.
I whimper, but somehow, my leg slips, and I fall forward, nearly smashing my face into the desk. If it weren’t for Harlan’s grip, I would have fallen completely. He catches me, one strong arm wrapping around my waist as he pulls me back against his chest.
“Careful,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “I’ve got you.”
His other hand slides up my thigh, fingers tracing patterns that make me see stars.
“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice thick with concern.
I nod, breathless, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Just clumsy.”
And needy.
Honestly, I’m not worried about the fall. I’m worried he’d have slipped out of me and left me empty.
His lips curve against my neck. “Perhaps the desk chair isn’t the best location for this.”
“Where, then?” I pant, desperate to keep this going.
I can’t have him stop us. Can’t have him take away the pleasure after finally letting me enjoy it.
His eyes flick to my nest in the corner, the blankets and pillows arranged in a perfect circle against the wall. “Your nest. Can I feel you in there, little luxury? Would you mind?”
The suggestion goes straight through me, hot and fast. My nest—the one place where I feel most secure, most at home here. Having Harlan there, having him take me there, would only make the space more special.
“No, I don’t mind,” I whimper, grinding against him the best I can in this position. “I’d love it. Please, Harl, please.”
He moves suddenly, standing with me still wrapped around him, his cock buried deep inside me. I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist, entwining my arms around his neck, determined not to let him escape from me.
He carries me the short distance to my nest, stepping carefully around my abandoned skirt and discarded underwear, only rocking further into me rather than risking pulling away.
The sensation of him moving inside me, his thickness stretching me with each step, makes me dizzy with pleasure. I’m gasping, clinging to him as he carefully lowers us both into my nest.
The soft blankets and pillows cradle us, my strawberry cream scent rising warm around us, as Harlan settles on his back, pulling me with him so I’m straddling his lap. The position gives me a new angle, a new depth, and I moan shamelessly.