Chapter 4 #2
My chest heaves, and my pulse races. It doesn’t take long for our hearts to beat in sync. He’s riling us both up, and I’m loving every minute of it. “Yes,” I plead.
He licks his lips, and my eyes can’t help but follow the movement of his tongue, knowing full well his talents. “I don’t want to make you late for your meeting. So. Bend. Over.”
Without another word, his hands pull down my yoga pants and underwear in a single motion, leaving me completely bare for him.
His eyes darken from their normal steel blue to a dark gray, filled with desire only for me.
He drags the back of his hand up my inner thigh, dancing around the place I want him. “Bend over,” he commands again.
I press my breasts into his chest, slightly pushing him out of the way to give me room to do as he’s instructed.
And because I can’t help but tease him right back, I run my fingertips down my chest, circling my hard nipples, drawing curves on my belly until they dip between my legs, and I drag two of them through my wet folds.
His eyes widen as his lips part, like he’s watching and waiting to see what I’ll do next.
That’s when I know I have him exactly where I want him.
He’s in control as much as I am.
I bring my two fingers coated in my arousal to his mouth, and he opens, sucking them completely clean. “Good boy,” I whisper, tugging on his sweatpants until they fall to the floor.
And then I finally do what he’s asked and bend over his desk.
He rubs my ass, squeezing my cheeks before nudging my legs wider for him. I adjust my position, resting my weight on my elbows and tilting my head back to watch. He pumps his cock with his hand. Once. Twice. Then unexpectedly drops to his knees, causing me to gasp and my heart to beat faster.
He’s gone down on me plenty of times, but never in this position.
A surge of excitement and nervousness cascades through me until I feel his tongue and his thumb stroking my clit—erasing all my nerves with nothing but pleasure.
Normally, my anxiety would rear its ugly head when faced with a new experience, but none of that happens when we’re together like this.
He makes me extremely comfortable in my own skin, willing to try whatever he suggests, knowing it will only bring an added layer of depth to our relationship.
“Fuck. You taste amazing,” he murmurs, continuing to lick and suck. “I could do this all fucking day.”
The pressure within my core builds quickly as I squirm against the hard enamel desk. His free arm anchors my hips, trying to keep me in place and forcing me to take every stroke and lick he gives me.
“I’m so fucking close. Don’t. Stop,” I pant, unable to think clearly with the way he’s devouring me like I’m a bowl of his favorite ice cream.
He thrusts two fingers inside me, and his mouth descends on my clit, sucking with the ferocity of a goddamn industrial-strength vacuum.
The overwhelming sensation starts at my toes, working its way up until everything explodes.
My legs go weak, and my body collapses; my arms unable to hold my own weight as I ride out the orgasm.
And he doesn’t fucking stop. Continuing to lap and pump until I’m nothing more than a ragdoll.
“Now, that’s a good girl,” he says, standing behind me. “Only seven minutes until your meeting. Gonna have to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Uh-huh,” I whimper, trying to catch my breath and get my brain to work.
He runs the tip of his cock along my pussy. Back and forth. Teasing me on purpose, even though he knows we’re running out of time. I wiggle my ass, trying to get him to slip inside me.
“God, you’re so fucking wet. Completely drenched. Just for me.” He drags his cock along my folds once more before pulling away, making me instantly miss the feel of him.
“Jake,” I beg. I’m wound so tight that a single touch could probably get me off. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Is that so?” he asks, sliding his fingers between my thighs, pumping inside me again, fast and furiously. “Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” At this point, I’d agree to whatever he wanted if it would quench the undeniable need I have for him to fill me.
He slams into me with a single thrust, causing me to rise on my tiptoes. An uncontrollable moan releases from my mouth, echoing throughout the room.
“Hold on tight,” he commands, pistoning into me and hitting a spot deep inside that instantly lights every nerve ending in my core.
“I want you dripping with my cum in your next meeting. Want you to feel a piece of me between your legs while you talk to your team. Your clients. So you remember who owns you. Who fucking loves you. Who you belong to.”
I swear this man should have a PhD in dirty talk.
One more thrust and I’m a goner. Falling over the edge into ecstasy as I scream his name. My pussy clamps around his cock and squeezes, refusing to let him go. Three more thrusts and his release coats my inner walls, his cock pulsing as he rides out his climax until he collapses on my back.
Breathing heavily. Chest pounding. Completely in sync with me.
“That was amazing, Kate,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my bare back before pulling out of me and helping me up. He cups my face, kissing me softly. “You are incredible. I love you.”
“I love you,” I reply, lying my head against his bare chest for a moment. Wanting to soak in this closeness. My heart is practically bursting for this man. How did I get so lucky to fall in love with my best friend? For us to be here, against all the odds. To be so incredibly happy.
“You should probably get dressed.” He kisses my forehead before picking up my clothes and handing them to me. “While I’d love to watch you walk around the house naked all day, no one else gets to see what’s mine.”
My cheeks flush, overcome with joy every time he refers to me as his. Not his property, but his partner. The other half of his soul. The same way I feel about him.
“Where are my panties?” I look around the floor and can’t spot them.
Jake chuckles. “Don’t you remember what I said?”
My eyebrows crumple, trying to recall his various statements while we were having sex. Everything is a jumble in my head. It’s almost impossible to think clearly when he’s fucking me.
He dangles my hot-pink thong on his finger, then shoves it in the pocket of his sweatpants.
“I want you dripping with me. My cum leaking out of you during your meeting.” He stalks toward me, tilting my chin up and looking me in the eyes.
“I want you to feel the stickiness between your legs and know that I put it there.”
He kisses my cheek and walks out of the room. Leaving me half-dressed and somehow even more turned on.