Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SKYLAR
Seeing Riann draped over my desk, her legs spread wide to give me a perfect view of her dripping center, has to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever witnessed.
And she tastes sweet as sin.
I run my tongue over my fingers to lick off every drop of her, watching her eyes widen in awe. She might be inexperienced, but she responds so beautifully to my touch. I can tell she’s eager for me to keep going.
We’ve already made a mess of my desk, but I’m not done with her yet. Riann deserves to be worshipped like a queen on a throne, but I only have an office chair, and I plan to make the fucking most of it.
“Get up,” I instruct, offering her my hand.
Her eyes widen with a flicker of panic, but she takes it and lets me haul her up. Without a word, I lead her around my desk to my high-backed swivel chair and gesture for her to sit.
“What are you doing?” she asks timidly, her eyes bouncing between me and the chair.
I answer with a question of my own. “Do you trust me?”
Her marshmallow perfume bleeds into the air, spilling out from between her thighs with the slick coating her skin. It’s intoxicating, making my thoughts hazy.
While I’d love to take my time devouring every inch of her, making her come violently until she’s screaming for the entire building to hear, I don’t have time. Any minute, one of my nurses could come knocking on my door. Our bubble of privacy could explode around us at any moment.
No, I'll go slow next time—if there is a next time.
Right now, I just want to see her come.
She stares up at me for a beat, her eyes full of indecision, before she nods. “Yes.”
“Then have a seat.” I gesture to the office chair and take off my lab coat, tossing it on top of Riann’s sweater. “And let me taste more of you.”
The sharp inhale of breath she takes is like a drug to the alpha instincts beating against my self control.
She takes a seat still wearing her skirt and thigh-highs, her lacy bra basically giving me a clear view of her perfect tits.
As she settles into the chair, she watches me like she’s waiting for more instructions.
Rather than answer, I sink to the floor in front of her, settling between her knees. Her jaw falls slack as she stares down at me, her scent still pumping into the room. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire floor smelled like sticky-sweet sugar.
“Drape your legs over the arms of the chair,” I rasp. I already have the image planted in my brain, but I’m desperate to see it in front of me.
She does as instructed, spreading her legs wide so that slick drips from her pussy and soaks into the seat beneath her.
“Just like that,” I growl, sitting back on my heels to drink her in.
Without prompting, her hand slowly dips between her thighs, her fingers shoving her lacy thong out of the way to give me an unobstructed view.
The heartbeat between my own thighs lurches, and I exhale a shaky breath. I can’t remember ever being this turned on, and it’s all I can do to cling to my last shred of restraint.
“Do you like being told what to do?” I ask, reaching to curl my fingers around her calf. I trail my hand up her leg, moving slowly, brushing over her curves as I get closer to her center.
She nods again.
“Use your words, Riann,” I urge. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Touch me,” she whines, wiggling her hips. “Please, I need to feel you.”
“Good girl.” I smirk. “But I want you to touch yourself first. Show me what you like.”
I know I’m playing a dangerous game. If I don’t give in and fuck her soon, I’m going to lose control to my alpha instincts. The last thing I want is to slip into a rut, but I need this like I need my next breath.
I watch as she obeys, her fingers dancing circles around her swollen clit while her face conveys her pleasure. Her eyes are locked on mine, hooded with lust as she chews on her bottom lip.
“You’re so perfect, preciosa,” I rumble, heat exploding through my center as she dips a finger into her pussy. I’ve held back for as long as I possibly can. “Do you want me to taste you now?”
Her eyes gleam at my words, and she moves her hand to give me access. “Y-yes.”
The word is barely out of her mouth before I lean closer, gripping her thighs as I lower and run my tongue along the length of her seam. Her sweet flavor explodes across my taste buds as she trembles beneath me.
“Skylar!” Riann gasps as I swirl my tongue over her swollen clit.
My core clenches at the sound of my name on her tongue, and my arousal soaks into my boxers. I pick up my speed, devouring her pussy as tiny sounds fall from her lips.
I am insane.
Absolutely insane.
It’s the middle of the day, and instead of running more tests or working on her diagnosis, I’ve got my face buried in the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.
In my fucking office.
I’ve hooked up with countless betas and omegas, but I’ve never been this absolutely feral for any of them.
The adrenaline shooting through my system at the thought of being caught, coupled with the butterflies swarming in my stomach, has me on the brink of a frenzy, but I manage to keep a level head.
I want this to be even better for her than it is for me. I want to make it the best goddamn experience of her life. If she ever lets another alpha touch her, I want to make her come so hard that she only thinks of me.
The chair is covered in slick, and so is my chin, the fluid dripping down my throat and soaking into my shirt. I’m going to need new clothes and a shower after this, but I don’t care. I eat her pussy like it’s part of my job description, working her up until she tangles her fingers in my hair.
I slip a finger into her pussy as I work my mouth against her, her whines and moans as she bucks her hips against my face my new favorite song. Her breaths grow more erratic by the second, her pussy tightening around my finger as I pump it in and out.
She tugs on my hair, tearing a growl from my lips that vibrates her clit, and pants as I work my tongue faster.
She’s so close…
I hook my finger inside her, and a cry escapes her before she slaps a hand over her mouth.
So fucking close…
Pushing another finger inside her, I work them in time with my mouth on her clit; I push harder, faster, until her muscles clamp down and don’t let go.
A long, wild moan rolls off her lips, barely muffled by her hand, as she comes hard.
Slick gushes around my fingers, drenching the office chair and dripping to the floor.
I fuck her through the climax, reveling in every twitch as she rides the aftershocks. Seeing the way she reacts to me and the way she shatters apart nearly has me coming undone. I could watch her come a thousand times, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
When I pull my fingers out, her cheeks are flushed, and she’s gasping for air.
“Holy fuck!” she whispers, a trembling hand moving to press against her chest where I’m sure her heart is racing. “That was… oh my God.”
I stare up at her from my knees, my shirt sticking to my chest, her slick soaking through my sports bra, feeling like the luckiest alpha to ever exist. She’s still stammering, trying to form a coherent sentence, and all I can think about is how stunning she looks.
I’m already imagining her wrapped in my bedsheets, thoroughly fucked and nestled into the crook of my arm as we fall asleep together.
Oh the things I could do to her if given the chance.
The life I could give her…
Unashamed, I wipe my face on the sleeve of my shirt and push to my feet, offering her my hand that wasn’t buried in her second ago. She takes it and staggers to her feet, a little wobbly.
“Are you okay?” I ask gently, nudging her chin up to meet her eyes.
Her cheeks are pinked, wisps of red hair curling chaotically around her face, and her bright blue eyes are wide. After a moment, she nods.
“Fantastic,” she says, fighting a laugh. “Where can I leave a glowing review of this place?”
A laugh shakes my chest, and I drag her against me, enjoying her closeness. Her hands dance over my hips, sliding up my back, making me shiver.
“Is it my turn?” she asks, her voice so faint I barely hear it.
Heat scorches my cheeks at the question. “Well, I… You don’t—”
A knock at the door cuts me off.
Every muscle in my body tenses, and my eyes flick toward the locked door. Then they fall back to Riann as she hastily tries to adjust her clothes.
“Who is it?” I call, keeping a leash on my nerves.
“Mackenzie,” the nurse replies. Her voice is muffled by the door. “I have the test results for Mr. Clifton. We need you to look them over.”
Shit.
I look down at myself, assessing the situation. I can’t answer the door like this.
And I desperately need to shower—or change clothes at the very least—before I see another patient today. If we get caught, if anyone finds out what I just did, I can kiss my life goodbye.
Riann, my job, my license. I’ll lose them all.
Double shit.
“Dr. Morales?” Mackenzie calls when I don’t answer.
My head is spinning as I try to work my way out of this mess I’ve made. Meanwhile, Riann is staring at me, looking mortified.
“Leave them in the lab, and I’ll come get them on my lunch break.” It’s a long shot, but I have to say something. Anything to get the nurse to go away.
A beat of silence passes, and I say a silent prayer that we make it out of this without getting caught. I feel like I might implode. Every worst case scenario plays out in my head as I imagine what my unemployed future looks like.
Thankfully, Mackenzie replies with a simple, “Yes, ma’am.”
I refuse to move until her footsteps recede down the hall, and even then my senses are on high alert. I turn around to face Riann, the terror on her face making my chest clench painfully.
“That was close,” she whispers, looking around at the mess we’ve made of my office.
“It was.” My heart is pounding in my throat as I grab her and drag her into me, slamming my lips against hers.