31. Noah
Noah
This was risky, stupid, and so fucking hot.
It was late, and only the skeleton night staff were hanging around. The second Bailey first stepped into my office, smelling like vanilla and trouble, I pictured bending her over my desk and having my way with her. Little did I know I would get to make that a reality.
I knew logically she was healed and safe, but the protective part of me was afraid that one wrong move would put her back in the hospital. I had been nothing but the sweet, doting boyfriend the past two weeks—movie nights and intense Mario Kart races—but fuck did I miss her.
I palmed her cheek. “Are you sure you feel up to this?”
“I’ve never been more sure.”
I leaned down and kissed her, gripping her ass in my hands and pressing her against my painful erection.
“Take off your clothes, peaches,” I said.
My voice came out rougher than intended.
Two weeks of holding back had wrecked me, and if she was feeling up to this, I wasn’t planning on holding back.
I backed away and sat in my office chair, reclining to enjoy my view of her.
She tugged her shorts down first, flicking them into the corner of the room before pulling my shirt over her head.
She was flawless—nothing but smooth curves that I’d never be able to worship properly. I raked my eyes over her body, enjoying the way her nipples pebbled and how her hair kissed the tops of her breasts. I wanted her to feel my gaze roaming over her entire body.
I felt anything but nonchalant, but I casually crooked my pointer finger and gestured her toward me.
“Now come over here, take my cock out, and suck me off like I know my pretty girl can.”
Her eyes closed, and she licked her lips before walking to the side of my desk, her hips and breasts swaying with the movement. I took my blazer off the back of the chair and folded it in front of my feet so she would have a place for her knees.
She knelt, looking like the picture of a seductress, and glanced up at me. Her eyes were heated and focused, as if she were the predator and I was the prey. I pressed my thumb against her bottom lip, gently encouraging her to suck on it, before rubbing it over her chest.
“Take it out, Bailey.”
She unbuckled my belt, dragging the zipper of my pants down before freeing me. I was hard and already leaking pre-cum, and it was going to take a Herculean effort not to come before I was inside her.
I fisted one hand in her curls, relishing in the feel of silk wrapped around my hand, and wrapped the other around my cock, rubbing the tip back and forth across her lips. Her mouth parted slightly, and I smeared pre-cum across her plump lips, savoring the feeling of her warm breath against me.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been working in here and imagined you down on your knees, sucking me off while I was on a call. Taking me in your pretty little mouth while I pretend to be paying attention to whatever the hell someone else is saying.”
I pushed slowly between her lips, feeding her inch by inch until her mouth was stuffed and her eyes were watering.
“Did you think about that, too, baby? Coming in here during your lunch break so I could fill your perfect pussy up, then walking around all day with my cum inside you?”
She hummed in agreement and swirled her tongue back and forth around my cock. Her hand drifted down her stomach, sliding lower to circle her clit, and when she moaned, the vibrations shot through every nerve in my body.
“You’ve been so needy, haven’t you? Needed my cock?”
I thrust farther into her mouth, and she took more each time, slightly gagging as I hit the back of her throat. I timed my next words with each thrust of my cock, tilting her head up to look me in the eyes.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
She had no idea what she did to me. Her mouth was a delicious mix of warmth and suction, and if I didn’t stop soon, I’d end up coming down her gorgeous throat.
I reached down to pinch her nipple, obsessed with how full and round her tits were before abruptly pulling her mouth off of me, her gasps filling the quiet space.
“I was enjoying making you lose all semblance of control,” she said, smirking.
“I’m sure you were, baby.”
I stripped off the rest of my clothes and lifted her, resting her ass on the edge of my desk and spreading her legs so each foot rested on either side of my chair.
I held her face between my hands and kissed her, tangling our tongues together, and imagining getting to be with her like this for the rest of my life.
I ran my hands down her chest, stopping to squeeze and shake her tits together. Her head fell back as she arched and pushed those perfectly caramel globes further into my hands.
“Were you always a breast man?” she asked.
I dragged my nose down the crevice between her chest, nipping and biting my way down.
“Just yours, sweetheart.”
My hands continued their journey down her chest and over her stomach before reaching her pussy. She looked down at me as I spread her folds and ran a single finger through her wetness.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered. “You’re drenched, and I’ve barely touched you.”
She keened beneath my touch.
“I’ve missed you so much. Please don’t make me wait,” she begged.
I pushed two fingers inside her, mesmerized by the wetness coating my hand.
“You look so pretty when you beg.”
I alternated between thrusting my fingers in and out of her and pinching her clit, delighting in the euphoric expressions that flashed across her face. I pulled my fingers out of her. “Open your mouth and taste yourself.”
I slid my fingers inside her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, tasting every bit of her essence. I replaced my fingers with my mouth, hungry to taste her on my tongue. She moaned against me, gripping my biceps with frantic desire.
“I need you to stay quiet, baby. Can you keep silent while I fill you with my cock?”
She nodded, eagerly raising her hips to rub her pussy against my cock. I gently slapped her pussy twice.
“Greedy girl.” I fished around in the pocket of my pants for my wallet, pulling a condom out and sliding it on. I lined the tip up, rubbing it up and down her slit and not letting a drop of her arousal be wasted.
“Look at me, Bailey.” She looked, eyes wide and hungry, hands gripping the edge of the desk.
I thrust inside her, sheathing fully in one stroke, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She was tight, warm, and perfect—so fucking perfect.
“You’re milking me like a dream.” I held her hips tightly, slamming into her again and again. Her tits bounced in a circle with every thrust, and I was in a trance.
I shoved into her, filling her to the brink and holding myself buried inside her.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Noah, baby, move.”
“No.” I leaned down, kissing and biting her neck while my hands kneaded and gripped her ass. “Hold my cock inside you until I’m ready to fuck you again. I want you to feel every inch of me.”
I switched to the other side of her neck, peppering it with kisses before tugging her head back so she had to look me in the eyes.
“You feel perfect around me. Perfect for me. You feel like home.”
Tenderness softened her expression as she stroked the side of my face.
“I never imagined being yours could feel like this,” she said. “I love being yours.”
I reached down to flick her clit, my cock still held in a vise inside of her. She tried to rock her hips up, desperate for any sort of friction, and I pinched her clit hard.
“We don’t move until I say so. If I want to stay here all night and edge the shit out of you while you sit on my cock, shaking with the need to come, we’ll do so.
” Her breathing became labored as I went back to slowly flicking and stroking her clit.
“You think this isn’t hard for me? You think it’s easy being buried so deep in your pussy that I could mark your insides? ”
Her nails raked down my chest, and she pleaded with me.
“Please, please, please. Move, Noah. Fuck me. Spank me. Anything, damn it.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, somehow pushing in a little deeper before pulling out quickly and flipping her over so her chest was flat on the desk, ass propped in the air.
“You’ve got it all wrong, peaches. I’m the lucky one because I’m yours.”
I drove into her in one smooth motion—this new position allowing me to go deeper and harder. Her ass shook with every thrust, and I was mesmerized. If I weren’t so dead set on living out my office fantasy, I would have spanked the hell out of it. But well, there was always next time.
She gripped the edge of my desk, and I held her against the mahogany wood, hoping an invisible imprint of her tits would live on there forever. My hips pistoned at a speed I didn’t know I possessed, so fully consumed by showing her just how crazy she made me.
“So deep. You’re so deep, my god,” she panted.
“Noah works just fine.”
I pulled her hair, arching her back, and reached around her to firmly rub her clit.
“You’re going to come all over me, and then you’re going to take every drop I give you. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
I slowed down my thrusts, changing the rhythm to resemble short, staccato beats that made her ass bounce and her tits slap against her chest. I rubbed her clit in tight circles, pressing my mouth tightly against her ear.
“Come for me, baby,” I cooed.
She erupted, a silent scream tearing from her mouth as her pussy gripped my cock, tipping me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I grunted. My muscles tensed as I spilled inside her, and I leaned over, pressing kisses down her back.
“My perfect, precious girl.”
I pulled her upright, sat back in my chair, and tugged her into my lap.
“How long have you been sitting on that fantasy?” she asked.
“About eight weeks.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re unbelievable. Now we have to sneak out of here like teenagers.”
“A walk of shame that I’m not ashamed of at all,” I said with a wink.
I lifted her up and smacked her ass. “Let’s get dressed. We’re going to need as much sleep as possible to get through hell week.”
“I told everyone to stop calling it that,” she exclaimed. “Someone is going to slip and say it in front of Emory accidentally.”
“Honestly, I think we should have a party after the wedding solely for surviving it.”
“She’s not that bad,” she said.
I leveled her with a stare.
“Okay, yes. I’ve met trees with more enjoyable personalities than hers. But this is great marketing for the inn if we can pull it off.”
“There’s no if, Bailey. I know you can.”
I wanted her to know I never had any doubts about her, about her talent or about my feelings for her. I would be her biggest cheerleader and number one fan for the rest of my life.