28. Chapter 28 #4
“Fucking hell. You suck my cock so well, baby.” he chuckles breathlessly, trying to stop me from doing any lower, and I know why.
Between his staggered breaths, forcing his hips to keep still and the way he huffs through his nose, it tells me he’s close to coming, but is worried he’ll be too rough with me. When he reaches release, he’s holding back.
For a man whose personality asserts dominance daily, he’s surprisingly gentle.
He and I have spoken about the details of sex, which we both like and dislike, and how we figured out our differences.
My dislikes lie mostly with aspects of oral, which is why what I’m doing right now was a shock to both of us.
Whereas he had no shame in showing what he liked, going down on me, being his favourite.
In fact, he made it his mission to increase the number of orgasms I have every time we have sex.
I don’t doubt that right now, part of him is calculating how he plans to make this up to me, even though this isn’t about keeping score.
Feeling confident and wanting him to feel as good as he makes me feel, I decide to give him a nudge of encouragement to let go, pushing lower, taking him fully, bottoming out as the extent of him hits the back of my throat.
My brief gag fills the room as a hoarse version of my name leaves Oliver’s lips as he comes.
Our eyes lock in that moment, his wide as he watches in awe, shattering beneath me, and mine gleaming with pride.
The warm salty taste of him travels down my throat, and I swallow with grace.
While Oliver leans his head back against his chair, his breathing ragged as he climbs down from his orgasm.
Watching him do so soaks me further, as I feel my own wetness sticking between my thighs, but I’m not left untouched for long. Oliver stands, pulling me up with him.
Ridding his desk of the piles of papers that are now scattered across the floor. Without warning, he flips me around and hoists me face down onto the desk. His hand runs down the middle of my back, while my nipples poke against my bra, twitching in response to being smothered.
But it wasn’t enough; being pressed against the desk wasn’t anything compared to the craving I had of having this man’s weight on top of me. Oliver bunches my dress up at my hips and positions himself between me.
I can’t help but whimper for him.
“Not so fun being teased, is it, il mio tutto?” he asks, teasing the tip of his cock over my clothed core.
“N-no,” I whine, turning my head to look back at him. He smiles, biting his lip.
“God, you look so sexy like this, all needy for me,” he huffs out in amusement.
“It makes teasing you impossible when you look at me like that,” he sighs, bending to his knees to taste the essence of me trickling down my legs.
“Oliver.” I whimper, getting impatient, especially after I just helped him come, but despite his words, he has to prolong my undoing.
“Hmm?” he hums again, tilting his head. “Tell me what you want, baby?” he starts, watching my every move.
“I want to make you come just like I did. But then again, I’ve thought about fucking you against this desk from day one, and I could practically smell the disappointment you had walking in here earlier.”
He chuckles darkly.
“How sad you were seeing not a single sign of a sex dungeon in here when you walked in, so why don’t we make it one?” he suggests, knowing full well long logical questions might as well be another language to me right now; I’m horny and desperate, and he, of all people, knows what I want.
“Either do something or get off me. I’m sure my vibrator can do a better job than you are right now.” I snap, growing impatient as I attempt to get off the desk, but Oliver doesn’t like that one bit.
Seconds after finishing my sentence, his weight crushes mine. His heavy-toned chest presses against my back as Oliver rams himself into me in retaliation, and my panties are already tugged to the side, and his grip on my hips is firm.
I choke on the last of my words, followed by a whimper. The lack of warning stings for the first few seconds, but I quickly adjust to the feel of him when we realise something is different. Oliver is inside me. Raw.
I’d nudged the one soft spot that allowed him to act without thinking, his ego.
We both pause at first, but neither of us chooses to go back.
I adjust the glory of his size without a barrier.
Oliver hums to the feeling of being inside me in a whole new way.
I spread my legs a little wider, and he thrusts his hips as confirmation I’m filled to the brim, planting a kiss down along the back of my neck, giving me a little more time to adjust to the fullness of him.
Thanks to my blow job earlier, he made him thicker than I was used to, something I’d note for next time, but right now, the two of us were trying to take in the new change of dynamic.
“See what you made me do, Luna?” he cracked a joke as if it was my fault.
But then again, in a way, maybe it was.
“It’s not my fault; you wouldn’t hurry up.” I snap back, feeling him nip my shoulder, before he moves back, pulling out halfway and straightening his back.
“That’s enough, sass,” he declares, giving me a weighted spank on my arse, making my walls clench around him tightly, making us both choke on a moan in response.
“Just be a good girl and scream for me, hm?” He purrs, taking hold of my hips and pulling out till only the tip is left inside.
I whine in protest, but midway through it turns into a strangled scream as he thrusts back inside me.
Causing my legs to shudder and my breathing to hitch as he does it again, and again, until he earns a full-length scream from me while moulding me into the woodwork.
“That’s my girl,” he grunts, knowing it’s the one phrase proven to drive me feral.
“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?
to mock me into giving you this, the feeling my thick ass cock inside your tight little pussy?
” he asks, ramming me into his desk, one hand placed above my ass to pin me in place, making it impossible for me to squirm away.
“Is this what you pictured when you came in here, me fucking you like this, against this desk? Hmm?” He pants, being a man of his word and doing just that.
The concept of dirty talk had always been an odd concept to me; it never got me going, and given where my first sexual encounter started and my other few experiences, I didn’t think it was for me.
But now it occurs to me that it just has to be done right.
Coming from this man, as well as anything else he used his mouth for, managed to hit places I didn’t know were possible. Letting my pleasure snowball so big inside me, there’s only one way out, desperate for release.
“Yes.” I cry out in response with my first orgasm of the night, quickly approaching, sending my back arching up against him. Head flopping off the end of his desk, unable to stop the trembling of my thighs as I come undone, gripping his desk for dear life.
“Now, that is my new favourite thing.” Oliver declares with a breathless chuckle, still holding a firm grip on my hips, basking in the extent of feeling me let go, without the barrier of a condom.
But as much as the declaration should worry me, it just makes me laugh, and I continue to laugh breathlessly even after he pulls out, leaving me limp against his desk, leaving me to recover as he gently removes my dress and panties down to my ankles.
“And what’s so funny?” he asks like he doesn’t know the answer.
“Oh, nothing, just the fun aspect of convincing you to wear rubber again.” I joke, carefully turning over and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“After feeling that, fat chance, sweetheart,” he retorts, lifting me to sit on the desk and fitting himself between my legs. “But I’ll wear one if you really want me to,” he adds softly, before eloping me into a passionate kiss as I lift my leg to stroke his calf.
“Well,” I hum against his lips. “How about you give me another orgasm, and I’ll think about it.” I giggle when he dips his head to plant a trail of kisses down my neck.
“Like that’s a challenge,” he rolls his eyes, and before I can attempt to draw fun at his unbreakable track record, he’s already on all fours with his head disappearing between my thighs.
In a matter of minutes, both my legs are wrapped tightly around his neck. My thighs crush his head between them, one hand gripping the end of his desk and the other fisting his locks, giving them the occasional tug, while Oliver draws a new species of screams flooding out of me.
After two orgasms occurring and straight after the other, Oliver withdraws to let me recover briefly, before he buries himself back inside me one last time to bring tonight’s late-night antics to an end, but it’s safe to say sex dungeon or not, let’s just say that office work isn’t the only thing that’ll be occurring in this room from tonight onwards.