Chapter 2 #2
And then he moved faster, harder, and I hollowed my cheeks, doing my best not to gag as he hit the back of my throat.
He wasn’t rough, though, didn’t make my eyes water, he just kept going.
When he pulled away, I frowned up at him, licking my lips, reveling in the salty taste of his pre-come. He shook his head.
“If I finish now, I’m not going to come inside you. And that was the rule, wasn’t it? For today only?”
I didn’t recall if we had made that rule, but he was right. So, I looked down at his wet cock. “I don’t have a condom.”
He cursed under his breath before shucking out of his boots and pants quicker than I imagined. And then he went to another desk, his cock bobbing against his stomach, and it was all I could do not to jump him.
“Behold,” he said as he pulled condoms from Noah’s desk drawer.
I looked at him. “How on earth did you know they were there?”
“I found them by accident, and I don’t ask Noah or Ford questions. You won’t either.”
I burst out laughing, but I nodded, and then I was on him. He caught me, and I wrapped my legs around him, careful to keep his cock away from my entrance. He wasn’t covered, and there was no way that I was ready for that kind of risk.
He spread me across my desk, and I groaned as I watched him cover himself. When he was sheathed, he spread my legs, met my gaze, and thrust.
One time, no warning, just a deep breath and a stretch that was almost too much.
He met my gaze, and I knew if he didn’t move soon, I would say something stupid.
Like something about emotions. And we weren’t going to do that. We were friends who worked together. This was just for fun.
To satisfy the craving we’d had for the past year.
He leaned down and took my lips as if reading my mind, and then he moved. Hard and fast. I arched beneath him, needing him more than I thought possible. We were somehow on the floor, him taking the brunt of the fall.
“Oh my God, are you okay?”
“Just ride me, girl. I’ll deal with the bruises later.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. And then I rode him, hands on his shoulders, ass up in the air as I moved up and down. He kept me steady, a bruising force I knew I would crave until the end of my days. Even if it was stupid.
He flipped me to all fours and got behind me, pummeling me. This was good because I couldn’t meet his gaze. And he couldn’t meet mine.
I was coming again, and he followed me. He didn’t just roar my name. He whispered sweet nothings that meant nothing because they had to.
We collapsed, and I looked at him over my shoulder, his cock still pulsing inside me.
“Well, that’s one way to end an assignment.”
He grinned and shook his head, slowly working his way out of me. I knew I would be sore in the morning, yet it was what I yearned for.
“I should probably go deal with the cameras.”
As soon as he said the words, I cursed and quickly sat up, not caring that I was naked in front of him. After all, he had just licked and touched every inch of me. “Fuck. How did we forget that?”
“Well, we’re security specialists. Of course, we fucking forgot about the cameras.”
I wanted to laugh at his sarcastic response, but a sense of urgency took over. I didn’t need my friends and coworkers seeing my ass in the air as Gus pounded into me. No, thank you. “You take care of the condom and the main unit. I’ll deal with the side one.”
And with that, any romance or sexual tension between us burst because we had to clean up the evidence. Including the desk. The scent of sex was still in the air, and I had just fucked one of my best friends in our place of work, where anyone could have walked in.
In terms of mistakes in my life, this was a major one. Gus wasn’t the mistake. I couldn’t let him think he was either. Because that would be shitty for both of us. But when, where, why, and how? Yeah, those were the fucking mistakes.
Gus met my gaze after I slipped my shirt over my head.
“So. You okay?”
The joking part of me wanted to say, of course, then laugh it off and say we’d always be friends. That it wasn’t him, and it wasn’t me. It was just life.
But I met his gaze and knew this would become something we’d have to deal with. We didn’t do relationships. We had work, friends, and nights of fun with others.
We didn’t have commitments beyond our duty. Only this might change things.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Bright and early?”
“I can’t wait for the full debrief,” he said, the relief in his eyes hurting more than it should.
But when I held out my hand, he just rolled his eyes and shook it.
“Really? We’re going to shake hands?”
“I don’t know, it seemed right. After all, life moves on. But we scratched that itch, right?” I asked, my voice far too bright and cheery.
If he heard it, he didn’t let on. He squeezed my hand, leaned forward, and kissed me softly on the cheek.
“I’ll see you in the morning. And, Jen?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“You might always be a distraction, but that’s on me. And you didn’t fuck things up, I promise.”
I stood frozen, wanting to say something. I couldn’t want more from him, so I couldn’t let myself feel. Therefore, in answer, I grabbed my things and let him follow me out after we closed down the shop.
We would move on. This was just one time, to get it out of our systems.
Moving on was what I was good at. It was what he was good at.
We wouldn’t have any regrets.
I knew I was lying for both of us.