Chapter 18 #2
Which is intensely disappointing.
I grip his wrist, grinding into his hand myself. “I was joking, Alex. Don’t stop.”
“Sorry, I got distracted by the images of otters as ring bearers,” he says.
And here I am with a very hot hockey player's hand against my clit, laughing. “That would be cute. If they behaved. Which they would not.”
“They’d run off with the rings?”
“One hundred percent guaranteed.”
“That is not statue-worthy behavior,” he says.
Or something like that. I’m not paying full attention as his hand is grinding against me again.
“No, it is not. But may—”
I lose my words as his other hand slides up and cups my breast.
The amount of heat and tingling his hands are causing, even through my clothes, is intense, and I completely lose my train of thought.
“But what?” he asks, humor evident in his tone.
“I have no idea,” I say, my head dropping forward as I lean harder on the desk to keep from crumpling. “Is there any chance that you would put your hands under my clothes?”
He makes a deep growling noise in the back of his throat and says, “Fuck, Wildflower.”
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I tell him, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, then pulling my tank out of my jeans where I had it tucked. Now there’s plenty of room for his big, hot hands.
He’s not shy about the invitation. But he seems determined to continue playing with me.
His thumb and index finger tease my nipple through the silk bra cup now.
The hand between my legs slides up and then into my jeans, his thick middle finger sliding over my clit with the thin barrier of my panties keeping him from touching me fully.
“Oh God, Alex,” I say as the heat rushes from his fingers throughout my body.
“Fuck, I love hearing my name from those pretty lips,” he says. “Let me make you come like this.”
I nod enthusiastically.
“Hands back on the desk, Wildflower,” he orders.
I slap my palms flat. Anything to make sure he keeps going.
“But more,” I beg.
“More?” he asks, pressing against my clit, a little more firmly and circling faster. “Like this?”
“Yes. But no panties.”
I worry he’s going to tease me a little longer, but I nearly melt when his hands are suddenly at the waistband of my jeans and he’s tugging them and my panties to my knees.
I recover from my surprise quickly enough to reach up and pull my bra down, freeing my breasts. I need this man’s hands directly on me wherever I can get them.
“Oh yes,” he praises gruffly as he runs his hand over my bare butt cheek. “God, you’re pretty everywhere.”
I giggle. It’s my butt.
He gives me a light smack. “It will look even prettier nice and pink from my palm, Wildflower. Don’t be laughing at me.”
God. I moan. And I should be embarrassed that the threat of a spanking makes me moan, but I’m not.
“You like that?” he asks, running his hand over my ass and pressing close. “Oh, girl, you are going to get me addicted for sure.”
I push into him. “Alex.” The idea of him not being able to get enough of me is as arousing as his hands on me.
Then he slides his hand over my hip to my now-bare stomach and I amend that thought to almost. Because nothing is as good as his hands on me.
But then he puts his mouth against my neck where it curves into my shoulder and says, “Give me a little preview of what it will be like to have you riding my face, Wildflower,” as he slides his thick, slightly rough middle finger over my clit while squeezing my nipple while biting down gently on my neck.
Fuck. His hands, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue as it licks over the spot…
I can’t breathe. My eyes slide shut, I lean into him, and reach back, looping my arm around his neck to hold myself up.
“Yes, I’ve got you,” he says gruffly, circling my clit, then sliding his finger into me.
I whimper.
“Fuck, you’re hot and wet.”
I just nod.
“Oh, yeah, Wildflower, you are goddamned perfect.” He twists his hand, adding a finger to my pussy and then pressing into my clit with his thumb.
I try to spread my legs further, wanting him deeper and harder, but my jeans restrict me.
“You want to be wide open for me, don’t you?” he asks.
I nod against his chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there just like this,” he promises, his fingers moving faster, hitting that spot that toys can rarely get to.
“But you’ll need to spread these pretty thighs nice and wide to straddle my face,” he murmurs.
My pussy clenches.
He clearly feels it. “That’s right. And then to take my cock you’ll need to be very open.”
“Oh, God.” My pussy grips his fingers as if pleading for more.
“We’ll have to be sure to get you really hot, and wet, and stretched out first.”
I tighten my grip on him, feeling at risk of sliding down his body into a puddle at his feet.
“But don’t worry, I’ll do whatever it takes to have the pleasure of fucking this tight, perfect pussy deep and hard.”
And that’s all it takes. I clamp down on his fingers tightly as my orgasm explodes low and deep, flooding me with heat and endorphins that have me thinking things like yes, sir, whatever you want, just never stop making me feel like this.
“That’s my girl,” he praises in my ear, his fingers moving slower as I come down from that glorious peak. “You are perfect.”
Uh, he’s the one with perfect fingers and dirty talk, but okay. If he’s that fond of my pussy, I’ll take it because I want him back there soon.
I drop my hold on his neck and start to turn. He moves his hand, lifting his fingers to his mouth.
I watch, ripples of pleasure still pulsing through my pelvis as I watch him suck his fingers clean.
“You smell and taste like flowers too,” he says.
I pull my bra and shirt back into place, then slide my panties and jeans up. “I taste like flowers?” I ask with a smile.
“You’re right. If flowers tasted like this, it would be a main dish on every man’s plate every night.”
I laugh.
Right after the best orgasm, even including my self-induced ones, in a very long time—maybe ever—I’m laughing.
“So that was…”
“Amazing? Your new nightly ritual? The best thing you’ve ever done in this office?” he supplies helpfully when I trail off.
I grin. “I was going to say surprising.”
He quirks a brow. “You’re surprised I’m good at that? You just wait for—”
“No!” I say quickly, laughing again. “Surprising that that was what you wanted to do for me.” My eyes drop to his fly and the very prominent bulge there.
“Wildflower,” he says, crowding close, my butt bumping against the edge of my desk. “I’ve wanted to do that since the New Orleans airport.”
My eyes widen. “Come on.”
“On some level, since minute one,” he says, nodding.
Oh. That’s…going to be very hard to forget.
“You really don’t want anything in return, though?” I ask, looking at his fly again. “I know what I said about not sleeping together but…”
I’m already at risk here. I could fall for him. But I think knowing he’s leaving will make the difference between sad and heartbroken. Sad, I can handle. Probably.
He tips my chin up so our eyes meet. “All you have to do is say the word and I’m in any bed, backseat, sleeping bag, park bench…
wherever… you’ll have me,” he says. “Any time except for tonight.” He leans in and kisses me.
“I want you to know that sometimes people, some people anyway, really do just want you to feel good because you’re awesome and deserve that. This isn’t about me.”
He leans back, gives me a wicked grin, and sucks on his middle finger again. “Though this is not entirely without perks for me.”
I laugh.
Then he grows more serious and leans in to pin me with an intense look. “Making you come apart like that was fucking hotter than hell and so damned satisfying. Thank you.”
“Thank me?” I ask. “Seriously? Thank—”
He puts the pads of his fingers over my mouth. “No,” he says firmly. “No thanking me. That wasn’t a favor. You ever need an orgasm, you just call. I’m your guy. Got it?”
I nod, my lips moving against his hand. He pulls it back. “Okay.”
Then he looks around the office, and then out to the main area. “You done here?”
“I am.”
“Then I’ll walk you out to your truck.”
He does. He even kisses me before opening my door and giving me a hand up. And it doesn’t even occur to me that he might have done it because there are people on the sidewalk who might see.
It felt right. Natural. And like we both wanted it. Nothing fake about it at all.