Chapter 26
Chapter
Twenty-Six
CHLOE
We have joked about doing something in Brantley’s office for weeks now, but the chance never arose. I always joked that we would get caught. He said that was the exciting part. I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk it.
Now it doesn’t matter, though. Everyone already knows about us so what is holding me back?
Nothing.
Today is the day.
I dressed for it too. A wrap-around dress, easy to remove and put back on. Underneath, I picked out my best set of lingerie that’s blood red. I feel like a sensual, sexy seductress in this getup.
I’ve also been turned on all day because of it. It’s almost lunchtime now, though. I know that the people on his floor are all going out to lunch today. It’s a celebration for the banquet being almost here. Something about relieving stress.
Brantley is supposed to go too, but he won’t be making it. Not if I have anything to say about it.
“We are going to get food. You want to come?” Malik asks.
“No, thanks. I have lunch plans,” I tell him.
He smirks. “Yeah, you do. Tell Brantley we all say hi.”
I roll my eyes. “Get out of here.”
As soon as they leave, I take the stairs up one level. I’m happy to find the place desolate.
Hurrying over to Brantley’s office, I slip inside. He’s not there, but his coat still is, so I know he will be back soon.
I consider my next move. Do I sit in his chair and wait for him? Strip and lie on his desk?
I consider playing it safe, but that’s not why I’m here. I want to show him I can be spontaneous. That life with me will never be boring.
So I strip off my dress, tossing it on his book shelf before I go to sit on the edge of his desk, spreading my legs.
Yeah, that’s the invitation I want to give him.
It doesn’t take long for him to come back. Only there’s one problem.
He’s not alone.
He steps into his office, Louis on his heels.
I freeze, mortified.
Brantley’s eyes land on me before he spins and covers Louis’s eyes.
“We will continue this later. Enjoy lunch,” he tells him as he pushes him out the door. He locks it as soon as it’s closed.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
“Oh no, you don’t. Spread those legs for me again,” he demands as he strides across the room toward me.
“But he saw me,” I tell him.
“He got a glimpse. He’s gone now.”
“What if he tells people?” I ask, terrified of what might be said.
“Then he gets fired and I still get to have my favorite meal for lunch. Spread them, Chloe. Don’t make me ask again.”
I slowly spread his legs as he drops to his knees in front of me.
“You are fucking drenched. How long have you been turned on for me?”
I gasp as he runs his fingers over my wet panties. “Ever since I got dressed this morning, knowing what I was planning.”
“You’ve been so needy all morning? You need me to take care of you?”
“Yes. Please, Brantley,” I beg him.
“Don’t worry. I happen to be starving. I’m ready to feast,” he tells me.
He pulls my panties down, tucking them into his pocket before he leans forward, kissing my pussy lips.
“Lord, thank you for this meal I am about to devour,” he growls.
Then he spreads my lips, leaning in to suck my clit into his mouth. My hips shoot from the desk as the pleasure shoots through me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp out, my head falling back.
My legs find their way to his shoulders as my thighs squeeze his head. He thrusts a finger inside of me, making me yearn for more.
I need him.
He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, though. He really is planning to slowly enjoy everything my pussy is giving him.
I refuse to let him do that to me, though. Using one hand to lean back on the desk, I grab his hair in my other hand. I start to ride his face, forcing his finger deeper inside of me.
He chuckles against me. “That’s right. Ride my face.”
I can barely make out his muffled words, but when I do, I shiver with pleasure. I press against him harder as he slides two more fingers inside of me, the three together feeling amazing.
It’s still not his cock, though.
“Brantley, I want to come on your cock,” I tell him.
He doesn’t answer me. He eats me out faster and harder, his thumb tickling my asshole. It feels so weird, but oddly good. I have never considered any backdoor play, but with Brantley, anything seems possible.
He continues to work my pussy as if it’s the last thing he will ever do.
The passion and enthusiasm aren’t missed.
I know the next time I end up on my knees, I will be returning the favor tenfold.
This is the best head I have ever gotten from a man.
My entire body is tingling as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
When he presses his finger into my asshole just a little, I shoot off. It’s like he figured out my cheat code. I scream out his name so loud that if anyone is still here, they definitely heard me. I don’t care, though. Obviously Brantley doesn’t either.
He pulls from my now limp legs before he stands. He unzips his pants before flipping me on my stomach.
“I’m going to show you what good girls like you get.”
“I don’t know, it seems like to me I have been doing all of the work. I rode your face and made myself come,” I tell him as I look at him from over my shoulder.
He smirks. “Okay. Challenge accepted.”
Carefully, he pulls off his tie. Reaching toward my hands, he ties them together.
“You don’t move an inch. You move, I stop. Understood?”
“What is this going to prove?” I ask.
“That I can make you come on my dick over and over without your help.”
It’s a promise. One I want to feel.
“Prove it to me then, Playboy.”
Game on.
brANTLEY
This woman is going to be the death of me.
Not only did she show up in my office in that little getup looking to have her pussy fucked, but then she goes and claims the orgasm I just ripped from her body.
Well, she can keep being her feisty little self. She can deny it all she wants, but by the end of this visit, she will be a puddle on my desk with only one person to thank for it.
Me.
Seeing her hands tied as she is splayed across my desk with her ass up in the air is like a fantasy come true. I have been thinking about how I can get her on my desk and naked for weeks now. I’ve even tried convincing her to come up at night when no one is here.
She was too scared that someone would find out.
Now here she is on my desk, ready for me to pleasure her over and over again.
It wasn’t what I was expecting when I came to grab my jacket. I was supposed to be eating lunch with the executive team. Fuck them, though. This is way better than any fancy lunch at some restaurant.
I’m paying for it anyway. They don’t need me there.
No, my girl laid down the gauntlet.
Challenge fucking accepted.
Collecting some of her wetness on my thumb, I press it into her asshole. She gasps, pressing back against me. My hand finds her hip, stopping her movements.
“Strike one,” I tell her.
She doesn’t respond as I press into her a little more. Seems my little minx likes some backdoor action. I keep that in mind. I can’t do anything about that now, but I do know I can buy her some things to prepare for some future play.
I make a mental note to get it ordered as soon as we are done here. The idea of her walking around with a butt plug in her ass has my cock twitching. Maybe I could even convince her to wear one I can control with my phone. She could be one floor beneath me losing her shit.
I smirk to myself. Yeah, that would be nice.
Gripping my dick with my free hand, I slide it against her pussy. Then I notch it at her entrance and slam inside of her.
She gasps as she registers the sensations. I’m sure it feels odd to be so full in her pussy and have something in her ass too. Both are clenching around me wildly.
I don’t wait for her to adjust. I start to fuck her slowly, matching the pace of my thrusts with my thumb pressing into her ass. Her hips start to move, but I smack her ass, the sound ringing out in the silent room.
“Strike two.”
She pants out, “Fuck you, Brantley.”
“Oh, I am, baby. Don’t you worry about that.”
I grip her hip with my free hand, fucking her harder into the desk, ensuring she can’t move. She will have bruises, but she hasn’t asked me to stop.
When her first orgasm hits, I feel triumphant.
“That’s one,” I tell her.
Pulling out, I flip her over, putting her knees over my shoulder as I slide back in. My hand finds its way to her neck, holding her down as I fuck her into the desk.
Her eyes are wide, but there’s this lust there that tells me that she is loving every minute. Reaching down, I strum her clit as I continue to pulse my hand around her neck.
“Fuck, Brantley,” she moans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head from the pleasure.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again?”
She grunts, her back attempting to arch against me as her knees squeeze against my neck.
“Fuuuuuck,” she spits out, her pussy squeezing me like it’s the last thing it will ever do.
I keep thrusting into her, not letting her come down from the pleasure. I wring out her orgasm until she is practically hiccupping from the sounds coming from her mouth.
“I can’t,” she cries, tears on her face.
“You can. You’ll give me another. Come on, baby. You can handle it.”
I continue to rub her clit, angling her hips up as I fuck her without abandon. I’m practically rutting into her as I hold off my own release. Then there’s one big squeeze from her pussy before it starts fluttering around me. It’s the wildest thing I have ever felt, and it pushes me over the edge.
I flood her pussy with my release, loving the idea of her carrying it around with her for the rest of the day.
She is limp on the desk, her skin a sheen of sweat under the fluorescent lights of my office. She looks thoroughly fucked.
Reaching down, I untie her hands before I rub her wrists. Then I rub her neck. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”
“I can’t form coherent thoughts,” she pants out.
I laugh, pulling her panties out of my pocket. “I was going to keep these as a souvenir, but I think I like the idea of it collecting my cum the rest of the day,” I tell her as I pull out of her before pulling the panties on.
“I don’t know if I can go back to work. I don’t think I can walk.”
“So what was that? Three to your one?” I tease.
She opens her eyes, glaring at me. “I…I don’t even have a comeback for that.”
“Oh, look. I fucked the sass right out of you. Good to know.”
“Whatever.” She huffs.
I pull her to sit up. Then I wrap my arms around her. “I love you, Chloe.”
“Sometimes I want to hate you, but then you go and do something like that, and well, I love you too, Brantley.”
“So it’s my dick you love?” I joke.
She pulls back, kissing me softly. “It’s you. All of you.”
I get what she means. I love every part of her too.
She is my everything.