Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
SALVATORE
Sir. Fucking sir. I hate that term, and yet, when it’s whispered from Keeley’s perfectly glossed lips as her pleading gaze begs for more, my fucking cock hardens.
All this woman has to do is look at me with a fire in her eyes and my body reacts.
That doesn’t mean that it’s right. I still don’t know what the hell I’m doing. But I can’t stop.
Not anymore.
Deep down I knew if I ever allowed myself to do more than just kiss her, I’d never go back. And this right here is exhibit A.
“Please,” Keeley whimpers again, and I sit back to look her in the eyes.
“Tell me what you want?” I ask, needing to please her now that I have her begging.
“Anything. Just touch me.”
Christ. I close my eyes and do as she asked, spreading her legs and gliding my thumb through her slick heat. I bite back a groan, my mouth watering at the thought of running my tongue through her arousal. Only I can’t. Not yet.
I’m not ready for that.
I haven’t really thought past ripping her panties.
I’ve gone fucking mad.
Too bad I want this just as much as she does.
Keeley mewls softly as I begin—my fingers exploring as I stare at her glistening core. Her breathing picks up, and she lies back, angling her hips to give me better access and a better view.
As I gently roll her clit, I bite my lip to restrain myself just as Keeley hisses under her breath, her own lips trapped between her teeth when I glance up at her.
“This is so good, Sal. Fuck. Just like that.”
With a nod, I circle her bud one more time before spreading her bare lips and rolling my chair closer, suppressing a groan as my cock aches.
Keeley sits up so fast that I chuckle. “Oh, God. I mean, oh, Sal, are you going to—” She leans forward, grabbing my shoulders, and I shake my head.
“Lie back, Keeley. I can’t do anything with this angle.”
She glances down at my fingers almost squashed into the desk and laughs. “As you were.”
After lying back again, she brings her knees up to her chest and holy fucking shit, I’ve never really thought about a pussy being beautiful before, but fuck, is she beautiful.
She writhes on the desk as I stare at her, her hips subtly rolling as though she’s fucking the air.
And I want to shower her with compliments, tell her I want to spend every day worshipping her goddess-like body, only I shouldn’t. Not yet. Neither of us is ready for that. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it.
“Please touch me,” she pleads impatiently, bringing me back to the moment.
“I am.” I tap my thumbs down where I’m spreading her, and I don’t have to look to know she’s rolling her eyes.
“Sal.”
“Okay. I’ll stop making this about me and focus on you.” A breath rushes from her mouth, and I smile as I lean forward, blowing on her clit, my fingers gliding through her heat.
“Like this?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“And this?” I rub her clit, playing with the bud, and her body jolts.
“Yes. Yes.”
I tease her for a moment, moving slowly toward her entrance, only pausing to glance up at her. And when our eyes lock, her wanton expression completely does me in.
“Fuck, Keels. You look perfect right now.”
She’s so wet that I slide a finger easily inside her, an unrestrained groan flying out of me when she cries out my name. “Sal.”
With my teeth clenched, I watch as her pussy sucks me in, coating my finger in her arousal.
Holding my breath, I pump my finger a couple of times before adding a second and scissoring them inside her, my gaze never once moving from between her legs.
She bucks her hips, rolling her pussy against my hand until I press my thumb against her clit, grinding it a few times with increased pressure.
“Yes. Fuck. Oh G… Sal.”
“Good girl.”
“Jesus. This is. Ah. Don’t stop.”
I continue with my ministrations until I can’t wait any longer, my need to taste her taking over my mind.
And that’s not something I’ve ever needed before.
Keeley groans when I release my fingers, and I chuckle as I lean in, only stopping to spread her lips again, immediately running my tongue through her heat.
And fuuck.
“Oh, God. Sorry. Sal. I can’t.”
Her flustered state pulls a smile from within me as I lick a path toward her clit, circling the bud before making my way back down, repeating that movement a few times as I add my fingers again.
Keeley wriggles as I penetrate her, my fingers working her pussy while I suck her clit, her sounds alone making it almost impossible to resist freeing my cock so I can get some relief.
She moans, mewls, squeals, and huffs, all while I quicken my movements, feeling her walls tighten as she glides closer to the edge.
I twist my hand, curling my fingers against her wall as I bite down on her clit.
Keeley arches off the desk as her lips part, and the most glorious moan escapes her. “I’m close. So close.”
“I know.” I glance up at her from between her legs, my face still close enough for my breath to warm her. “I’ve got you.”
She cries out as I lick her again, giving her what she needs, alternating between nibbles and sucks as my fingers work her into a frenzy.
Her ragged breaths stop, and she falls silent as her head flies back and her body bucks into me.
Two more pumps, and she covers her mouth, screaming my name into her hand, her body shaking as her orgasm hits.
I don’t stop until she cries out again, the shaking more of a thrashing now as she grabs my hair, lifting my head to look at her.
She shoots me a glare, and I smirk back at her, my cock twitching as she takes control. I love that she’s comfortable showing me what she needs.
“Fuck, Sal.” She huffs between breaths, shaking her head with a laugh. “That was exactly what I wanted.”
I snort out a laugh of my own because me too, Keeley, me too.
With a sigh, she lies back and closes her eyes, lowering her legs to wrap around me when I stand. And I feel the bead of pre cum soaking my briefs.
As if aware of my inner thoughts, Keeley smiles with her eyes still closed, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks, and I continue to watch her as she comes back down to earth, her breaths slowing to a more even pace.
“You’re really not going to fuck me, are you?” She opens her eyes, pulling her lips into her mouth to smother her teasing grin.
“I’m really not. I’m a man of my word.”
“What if I want it?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m willing to admit you have a lot of control over me, Keels. But that’s one argument you won’t win. If we ever get to that stage, I’m going to take my time.”
“That’s not an issue. We can go slowly here. There’s no one around.”
As if her words were the switch for our practice field, the lights come to life behind us, bathing us in brightness.
“Fuck,” I growl loudly, lifting her back in my arms, and spin around, lowering her to my chair, so her back is to the windows.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The fucking windows. How the hell did I forget that?
“Not that I don’t love you moving me around like that. But…what’s the matter?” She giggles behind her hand, sitting up to look over her shoulder.
“I’m not an exhibitionist, Keels.”
“This is actually better for us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you ever looked at your office from the field?”
“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m a busy man.”
Keeley giggles again, and it’s easy to see she’s making fun of me. But I don’t mind.
“It’s mirrored during the day.” She shrugs and my eyes flash to the windows.
“Well, fuck me.” We just gave a show to anyone out there.
“I’m trying.”
“Jesus. You really love driving me wild.”
“I live for it.”
“As I said, not tonight. We should go.”
“You actually said ‘if’ that ever happens. I like ‘not tonight’ a whole lot more.”
I glance away, laughing through my frustration. She’s making it really hard not to bend her over my desk right now. “You’re killing me here.”
“Fine. I’ll stop. I promise.” My chair creaks as she stands up, and within seconds, I feel her beside me, the energy sizzling between us. My muscles tense as I turn to face her, expecting to find her grinning from ear to ear.
She’s not. Instead, she’s staring at me like I’m food, and that’s goddamn worse.
“How about I return the favor?”
Fuuck. “Not tonight.”
“Not tonight for that either? I think we’re going to be busy this week.”
“Keels.”
“I know.” She raises her hands in surrender, and I’m sucked into her playful side, loving how easy this is between us. For now. What happens when she wakes up tomorrow? After the moment has passed.
“Come on, let’s go before you burst a blood vessel.”
She straightens her dress, and all I can think about is the hole in her panties and her arousal leaking through, making my cock throb. I’m so fucking hard I might have to fuck my hand in the stadium showers. I’m not sure I’ll make it home otherwise.
I just fingered my closest friend, massaged her walls while licking her pussy until she was screaming my name.
Keeley. A woman almost twenty years younger than me.
And I’m desperate to do it again.