25. Astrid
ASTRID
I want to have more sex with Declan. That is true no matter what else is going on.
But watching him at practice with the Revelers, breaking up the kerfuffle between Lawson and Beckett, and then having him pull Sutton aside for an individual lesson at the end of practice?
I am so turned on by him by the time all the players have left the arena that my debate over whether I should text him now or just jump him the minute we’re both at home is settled.
I can’t wait.
Can you come up to my office?
His return text only takes a few seconds, and my heart does a little extra pitter-patter, knowing that he’ll answer me right away.
Declan: Of course.
Declan: I’m going to shower off quickly, though.
I don’t really want to wait. I even debate the wisdom of joining him in the locker room.
But that’s a little too risky. Probably. No one else should be at the arena this time of day, but plenty of people have access to the building and come and go throughout the day, from players to Parks and Rec employees to vendors.
I feel a little thrill shoot through me at the idea of us having hot, quick, we-might-get-caught sex, but I tamp it down.
I have had a very hot fantasy of Declan and me. It involves his desk in his penthouse in Portland, but we can easily re-create that scene right here.
And my office door locks.
While I’m waiting, I pace my office, also debating whether I should change my clothes.
The full fantasy involves him in one of his suits and me in one of my lady-boss pant suits.
He also really likes my sundresses.
I don’t have a pantsuit here right now, since it’s a regular weekday and I don’t have any in-person meetings scheduled, but I also changed out of my sundress and into one of my more comfortable workout outfits while I was doing some yoga.
I’m even more motivated than usual to stay calm, relaxed, and flexible.
I giggle to myself at that thought.
“I love that sound.”
I whirl around at the sound of my husband's voice behind me.
Declan is standing just inside my office door, and thank everything that is holy, he’s wearing a suit.
Of course, he is. Even coming up to the arena for hockey practice, he wore a suit.
“Why are you dressed for a business meeting?” I ask.
“Because as soon as I get back to your house, Wilson has someone he wants me to meet with. I think it’s a couple of young women who want to start up an elder care-childcare combo business.”
I cross the room toward him. “What does that look like?”
“Kids and older people together during the day while their caregivers go to work.”
“That sounds great,” I say.
He nods. “I’m very interested in hearing their business plan.”
I reach past him and push the door shut. “How long do you have until the meeting?”
“As long as you need me for.”
I swoon a little. “Really?”
“Always. But I officially have thirty minutes unless I push it back. Which I will absolutely do.”
I reach up and start tugging his tie loose. “Well, I think maybe thirty minutes could be enough time.”
“I don’t think that will get us through even the top three things I want to do to you.”
Happiness swirls through me like the bubbles in a carbonated beverage.
I giggle. I actually giggle.
“Why do I think we might have to work up to at least one of those things?”
His big hands settle on my waist, and I feel myself being lifted. I give a little gasp and wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “Because you’re very smart,” he tells me.
“I really just need your very talented mouth in a couple of very specific spots,” I say as he walks across the room to my desk. When he sets me down, I ask. “How did you know this was my fantasy?”
He shrugs out of his jacket. “Maybe this is one of my fantasies.”
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll admit it. I do like you.”
He has a very cocky look on his face as he says, “Oh, I know, Firework.” And as he goes to his knees in front of me, he says, “And I guess with your sweet, quick trigger, thirty minutes will probably be more than enough.”
I laugh as he pulls my yoga pants down my legs and lets them drop to the floor.
“Pull your top up. Let me see those gorgeous breasts.”
God, I love his voice, and I also love his words when he talks like this in particular.
I pull my top and workout bra up over my breasts as he pulls my panties down, leaving them dangling around my left ankle.
He reaches up and cups my ass, pulling me to the edge of the desk.
“Do you want to tell me where you want my mouth? Or can I have a little free rein?”
I’m breathing fast, my entire body hot and tingly already.
I have absolutely zero pain or tension other than the delicious tightness of anticipation and the winding of a pending orgasm.
“You go right ahead,” I tell him breathlessly.
He leans and kisses my belly, pressing kisses up my torso to one breast, his hands steady on my hips, grounding me. He licks over one nipple, then pulls it into his mouth with gentle but firm suction.
Heat arcs from my nipple straight to my pussy, and I feel my inner muscles clench.
“Declan,” I gasp.
“Fucking love my name on your lips,” he says against my breast, switching sides and giving my other nipple equal attention.
The delicious coiling tightness in my pussy is such a wonderful difference from the muscle tightness I have fought for months.
I relish it, wiggling closer to him. My hand goes to the back of his head, encouraging him.
“That feels so good,” I tell him. “I love your mouth. And your hands. Everything.”
The knowledge that he won’t push for anything else until I tell him I’m ready also helps everything in me melt at the same time that it tightens.
“You’re amazing,” he tells me, his voice rough with desire. “I will gladly stay on my knees for you forever.”
My inner muscles clench again, and I need him lower. Now.
I press on his head, urging him between my legs. My hand replaces his mouth on my nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. It’s not as good as his mouth, but I much prefer his tongue and then that awesome suction on my clit.
“Oh yes,” I encourage. “More. Please.”
He laps at my opening, fucking me with his tongue before returning to my clit, and sucking harder.
I start to see sparkles behind my eyelids, and I realize my eyes are shut.
I feel his fingers curl into my ass and he tips me slightly.
I go back onto my elbows, and he spreads me wider.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, licking over me faster. “All mine.”
His possessive words also work to ratchet my need higher.
I try to clench my thighs together, trying to catch the feeling of the coiling orgasm, but his hands hold me wide open.
“Mine,” he growls again. “Give it to me, Firework. Fucking go off. Coat my tongue. Give me all that sweetness.”
And who am I to argue? My ploy to deny Declan O’Grady the things he wants has already gone up in flames.
When what he wants is my surrender to the orgasm crashing over me, I am absolutely at his mercy.
I cry out his name, my thighs again trying to tighten, but loving the way he holds me open, licking, and sucking, making the orgasm go on and on.
My entire body is trembling, and I am mumbling nonsense words except for his name, and finally, “I love you”.
I hear it. I feel him tense when I say it. I even realize that I should probably react somehow.
But I can’t. My body is completely spent, my mind is beautifully exhausted. And I figure I’ll deal with it later.
Because I do love him.
It’s not just a sex thing.
But if I try to deal with it right this minute, it will seem like a sex thing.
And after everything Declan and I have been through, it’s going to take more than just three words. I need to show him.
And I have an idea about how to do that.
He kisses my inner thigh, then kisses up to the crease of my hip, then to my belly, then up to the valley of my breasts, over my chest, up my neck, and finally to my mouth.
He presses first a soft kiss to my lips, then a harder, deeper one. Finally, he lifts his head and looks down at me where I’m splayed across my desk, boneless.
“You’re amazing,” he tells me.
He’s not freaking out, but he’s not saying it back.
And I realize I’m glad. This isn’t the right time for that. If he said it, I would question why.
I lift a hand and put it against his face. “Thanks for that. It’s exactly what I needed.”
He chuckles softly. “Interesting. It’s exactly what I needed too.”
I give him a huge grin. “I love discovering these things we have in common.”
“Me too.”
“And I’m thinking of something else I think we might have in common.”
“There are probably a lot of things.”
I smile, but say, “Do you think we would both like me giving you a blow job?”
He freezes. Goes completely still. He even stops breathing.
I keep my eyes on his, watching as my words sink in.
His throat works as he swallows. Finally, he says, “You don’t have to do that.”
Somehow, I knew something like that would be his response. “Thank you,” I tell him honestly. “But if I wanted to, you’d be okay with it?”
The muscles along his jaw tense, then he slowly nods. “Yes. I would.”
I grin and sit up, nudging him back. “That’s a great answer.” I straighten my shirt as I slide off the desk. I pull my panties up, then go to my knees.
I look up at him as I stroke over his hard length behind the fly of his very expensive dress slacks.
He undoes his buckle. “You sure about this?”
“Absolutely.” I stroke him again.
He sucks in a breath through his nose. Then unbuttons and lowers his zipper.
I wet my lips. I’m not exactly an expert in this. “Tell me what you like,” I say, looking up at him as I pull his briefs down.
“Anything, Firework.” His fingers tangle in my hair. “Fucking everything with you.”
I love making this man’s voice go to that gruff, lower tone. I take his cock in hand. His breath hisses out, and his fingers tug lightly on my hair, reflexively.
“I want to make you feel good the way you do me.” I stroke my hand up and down.
“I will.” He presses into my hand. “I already do.”
I smile. “Oh, I think I can do better than this.” I move my hand again. Then I lean in and lick over the head of his cock.
He groans.
I want more of that.
I do it again, dragging my tongue slower this time, then sliding down to his balls.
He tips his head back, “Fuuuck.”
I return to the tip, slide it into my mouth, and suck lightly.
His fingers curl against my scalp, and his groan is louder. “Astrid.”
I take him deeper, and suck harder, taking my cues from his responses.
His hips buck, forcing his cock deeper. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t want to—”
I suck even harder, cutting him off. I stroke my hand up and down the length beneath my lips and elicit another deep groan and feel the resultant heat twirl through me.
I release him and look up, keeping my hand moving. “I want to make you lose control, Declan. I want to make you feel good.”
He stares down at me, then he takes my head in both hands. “I love your mouth, Firework.”
“I’m glad.” I flick my tongue over his tip.
He cups the back of my head. “Suck on me. Hard. Deep.”
I take him deep into my mouth and relax, letting him guide me. I lick and suck, pumping him with my hand, then moving my other hand to cup his balls.
I let him set the pace and love as he starts to thrust faster.
His breathing is ragged as he pants my name.
“I’m going to come, Astrid,” he tells me. “God, fuck, yes.”
“Please, Dec,” I manage. “Yes, do it.”
“Pull away.”
“No way.” He never pulls away. He never gives me anything less than everything he’s got.
I take him deep and grip his ass as he begins to shake.
“Astrid.” His hands tighten on my head, and a moment later he comes into my mouth.
I swallow, loving the taste and feel of him sliding down my throat.
After a long moment, he pulls back. I rock back on my heels and smile up at him.
“You look smug,” he tells me, still breathing harder.
“I feel smug,” I admit.
“You should.”
I laugh and let him tug me to my feet. He kisses me, then pulls his clothes into place. “Be right back.” He heads for the bathroom.
While he cleans up, I pull my pants back on and take a deep breath. I don’t know how I’m going to get any work done now. I’m satisfied, but also very distracted.
He emerges a minute later and stalks toward me. He backs me up against my desk and kisses me deeply.
“You are incredible,” he says against my mouth.
“That was fun,” I tell him. “We should do it again.”
“Any damned time, Firework.”
I run my hands over his chest inside that gorgeous suit jacket. “You went off pretty fast yourself.”
He laughs softly. “Yeah.” He runs his thumb over my lower lip. “We seem to have that effect on each other.”
“I like that.”
“Me too.” He kisses me again then says, “Now I’m going to go give some people some money.”
I give a little shiver. “That’s really hot.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I actually have a little more work to do here. But I’ll see you at home later.” That comes out so naturally, but I really like how it sounds.
He seems to as well. His eyes flare with emotion. “See you at home, Firework.”
Then he straightens his tie, shrugs back into his suit jacket, and walks out of my office, pausing at the door to give me a wink.
Declan O’Grady just winked at me.
My life has officially become very weird.
And pretty wonderful.