4. Bella #3
Adrian’s eyes roll to the back of his head. It’s clear he’s hard as rock. It’s also clear he’s as turned on as I am. “Fuck,” he breathes.
His lips slam into mine again. His kiss becomes more demanding, more possessive, and I welcome it. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him against me.
Things clatter off of my desk. We’re making a mess but I don’t give a shit. I can’t think of anything else but him. And that’s exactly why this is what I needed all along. A distraction, to think about something else other than my life.
Adrian cuts the kissing off abruptly, tearing his lips from mine. He whirls me around and shoves me face first into the desk. My hands barely fly out to catch myself before my face can hit the wood. His hands dig into my hair and yank back gently.
Then Adrian’s lips are by my ear. “Listen to me, because I’m only going to say this one time,” he whispers.
I hear my heavy breathing, but all I can focus on are his lips. They’re so biteable. I want to bite them.
“You can either hold onto the desk or you can hold onto me, but if I were you I would choose fast, sweetheart.”
I jump when I feel the coolness of his fingers slowly hiking my skirt up. I gasp when I feel Adrian’s touch on the inside of my thigh. He takes his time sliding my underwear down my legs.
“Pick, Bella.”
My eyes slam shut. I hear the loud sound of his zipper coming undone at the same time that two of his fingers slide inside of me.
Very slowly, pointedly, I lift both my arms up to hold onto the desk for dear life, gripping its edges with all I’ve got. He works me with his fingers as he growls into my ear, “Such a good girl. If only you always did what was asked of you.”
I crane my neck to look back and shoot his own shit-eating grin right back at him. “What would be the fun in that?”
I know it catches him by surprise, something he’s probably not used to that many people doing.
And then Adrian’s hands are everywhere - sliding up my sides, tracing the curve of my waist, cupping my face as he kisses me with an intensity that makes me feel almost dizzy.
When his lips leave mine to trail down my neck, I let my head fall back, a soft moan escaping my lips.
Then I feel him right there at my entrance, teasing the wetness there. Desire shoots through me intensely.
“Please,” I whimper and then he’s inside of me, buried all the way to the hilt.
“Be a good girl for me, Bella. Scream my name,” he commands with the same air that he uses to tell me what to do at work.
“Yes, boss,” I answer obediently. In answer I feel the precum dripping off the tip of his dick and onto me.
I suck in, unable to hold my moans and sounds in any longer. He did it all at once, without warning, instead of inching in slowly. And for that, I’m grateful. My nails dig into the desk so hard that they make gauges in the wood.
This feels so wrong, to be bent over this desk with my boss deep inside me, dominating me.
He tugs on the long end of my hair. I arch, whimpering at how he’s filled me up.
His length is so big I don’t think I’ve ever been this full.
I must say as much because Adrian seems to lose his mind and start moving.
“God, the sounds you make,” Adrian murmurs against my skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “I’ve imagined this so many times.”
He thrusts inside me again and again, holding onto my hair like it’s the reins of a horse.
“Have you?” I manage to ask, swiveling around so I push him into the desk chair.
He watches me with heated eyes as I straddle him, and now I’m the one in charge, setting a torturous pace, my fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. I need to feel his skin, need to touch him the way he’s touching me.
“Every night for the past three months,” Adrian admits, his voice rough with desire, his teeth biting and nipping me everywhere and anywhere. “Every time you walked into my office, every time you bit your lip when you were concentrating, every time you looked at me like you wanted to devour me.”
I undulate on top of Adrian like a sorceress and he watches me with all seeing eyes like he is under my spell and loving it.
I finally get his shirt open and push it off his shoulders, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. The more I move my hips, the closer I get to my release. He’s all lean muscle and warm skin, and I can’t get enough of him. “I did want to devour you,” I confess. “I still do.”
Adrian groans, his hands moving to the buttons of my blouse. “Then take what you want, Isabella. I’m yours.”
The words send a thrill through me. The powerful Adrian, the boss of all bosses is mine? I help him with my blouse, shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor. Adrian’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me in my lace bra, his hands reverently tracing the curves of my breasts.
I gasp, my breath coming out in sharp pants. “I’m going to come,” I mutter breathlessly.
“You don’t have to try to be quiet, my Bella.
We are the only two people here in this office,” he whispers, his hand reaching up to collar me once more.
That must be his favorite place to put his hand - around my throat.
He traces over the sensitive spot on my neck with the pad of his thumb.
“You can be as loud as you want, sweetheart.”
I throw my head back, my hips now slamming into his with vigor, harder, faster. But it’s not just me moving, it’s us moving together, in cohesion. He matches every stroke. I open my mouth and his fingers slip in seamlessly. How did he know what I wanted? How did he read my mind?
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “So fucking beautiful.”
He kisses me again, his hands working the clasp of my bra with practiced ease. When it falls away, he pulls back to look at me, and the raw desire in his eyes makes me feel powerful and wanted in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Adrian’s mouth finds my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before he takes it into his mouth. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me. The sensation is overwhelming - pleasure shooting through my body, pooling low in my belly.
That’s my undoing, that tongue on my breast and I feel myself crashing over the edge.
“Adrian,” I moan his name into the office, my voice echoing over all the empty desks and offices, and he responds by giving equal attention to my other breast, his hands gripping my hips, holding me steady as I tremble.
When he finally lifts his head, his lips are swollen and his eyes are wild. “I need you,” he says simply. “I need all of you.”
“Yes, boss,” I say, out of breath and still on top of him, half slumped against his broad chest. “Yes, please.”
We work together to remove the rest of our clothing, a tangle of hands and fabric and desperate kisses.
When we’re finally skin to skin, we’re both standing naked before the desk, my own arousal from my orgasm dripping down the insides of my thighs, I feel so dirty and wrong and I feel like I might combust from the heat between us.
For the first time I see just how extensive that tattoo really is.
Adrian’s hands slide down my body, his fingers finding the wetness between my thighs. I cry out at the contact, my hips bucking against his hand.
“Such a good little worker. So wet for your boss’s cock,” Adrian murmurs, his fingers circling my clit with maddening precision.
“Yes, boss,” I repeat weakly like it’s all I can say. My knees do feel weak.
Adrian’s nostrils flare, that sexy-as-hell vein in his forehead ticking. “Tell me what you need, Bella.”
“You,” I gasp. “I need you inside me.”
Adrian’s eyes lock with mine as he positions himself at my entrance. “Look at me,” he commands softly. “I want to see your face when I make you mine.”
I hold his gaze as he lifts me onto the desk and settles himself between my legs, holding them up in the air.
Then, our eyes locked in a war, Adrian pushes inside me, filling me completely.
The sensation is overwhelming - the stretch, the fullness, the way he seems to fit me perfectly.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and we both groan at the feeling.
“Fuck,” Adrian breathes, his forehead pressed against mine.
“I want you right here on this desk, so tomorrow when you’re sitting working at it, you’ll remember this,” he says roughly.
“And every day after that, too. You won’t be able to think of this desk without remembering this moment.
With me. God, Isabella. You feel incredible. ”
He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and controlled. I can feel every inch of him, can feel the way my body responds to his, the way pleasure builds with each movement.
“Harder,” I plead, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Please, Adrian, harder.”
“Please, boss,” he snaps harshly, his eyes like lightning.
The harshness of his voice does something to me, shocks me but also something else. I become even more wet. And even though it might be wrong, I like it.
“Yes, boss,” I amend, my tone low and sultry.
He obliges, his hips snapping against mine with more force, more urgency. The desk beneath me creaks with the force of our movements, papers scattering to the floor, but I don’t care. All I care about is the feeling of Adrian inside me, the way he’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before.
“That’s it,” Adrian encourages, one hand gripping my hip while the other finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles. “Let go for me, Isabella. I want to feel you come around me.”
The combination of his words, his touch, and the relentless rhythm of his thrusts is too much. I feel myself climbing higher and higher, tension coiling in my belly, my muscles tightening.
“Adrian,” I gasp, “I’m going to-”
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough and demanding. “Now, Bella. Come for me now.”