Chapter 9 #3
When the angle wasn’t good enough, I rose and picked her up, setting her on the desk.
I kissed her, slanting my mouth over hers as I yanked up her legs, placing her heeled feet on the edge.
Spread open obscenely in front of me, the tatters of her panties still guarding part of her pussy, she shivered.
And I looked my fill, drawing my fingertip through the wetness she was making for me.
“Say it again,” I said as her dazed eyes lifted to mine. “Tell me who this belongs to.”
“Seth, please.” She bit her lower lip. “God, it’s you. It’s always been you. Okay?”
Her breathless, annoyed words slashed through the roar of blood in my head. Always.
Yes, fucking always.
I dipped my head and cupped her breast in my hand, squeezing it so the nipple stood taut and proud.
Then I licked my way around it as she dropped her head back, her long dark hair trailing over the desk.
Brushing my knuckles over her soaked slit, I found her clit, so hard and full and pulsing lightly under my touch.
I circled it again and again while I sucked on her breasts, switching my attention from one to the other.
Her whimpers grew and I slipped my fingers lower, pushing them inside.
All the way in. She lifted her hips off the desk, her thighs falling open even wider.
A sterling invitation.
I bent to lick her, sealing my lips around her pulsing clit as I rocked my fingers in and out.
She grabbed my hair in her hands, pulling me against her without shame.
That just turned me on more. Barely aware of it, I fisted my throbbing cock in one hand as I lapped at her pussy and she gasped, making me lift my head.
She was watching me jerk my cock, honey eyes wide. Fuck.
“Like this?” Regretfully, I slid my coated fingers out of her pussy, swallowing a groan at the way her body clutched at me. I slicked those wet fingers over the side of my dick, making it jump. Ally’s eyes ate up the wet trails I left behind. “So wet. Gonna get even wetter before I get inside you.”
“Not possible.” She was staring at my hands, watching me work my length. “You look bigger in daylight.”
“Thanks. I think.” I had to laugh again, even if it hurt. Christ, even that movement had my erection stretching farther up my stomach.
“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment.” She licked her lips and my balls tightened. “Your cock is beautiful.”
“Beautiful, huh?” I undid my shirt and dumped it on my chair before following instinct and grabbing her hand and bringing it back to my cock.
She didn’t balk. Far from it. Together, we stroked my erection until I was panting. “Fuck, I gotta have your pussy. But first...”
Holding her gaze, I grasped her fingers firmly in mine and brought them back between her legs.
She pulled back slightly but I kept my hold steady until she relaxed again.
Slowly, I rubbed her clit with our joined fingers.
Her wetness seeped between them and she let out a few broken breaths, not quite moans but almost. Her thighs shook. “Seth,” she whispered.
Already I was learning her tells. “Yes. Come on our fingers.”
She licked her lips and dropped her head forward, her long hair tumbling over her gorgeous tits as her chest rose and fell. Without my prompting, her fingers sped up and she lifted her head, her pupils flaring before she closed her eyes and her hips rose from the desk.
She came silently, her body shuddering and her pussy contracting beneath our fingers. And it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Before she’d even stopped spasming, I gripped my cock and lined it up with her slit. She registered the movement and opened her eyes, letting out a gasp at the nearness of my erection to her pussy.
Bare. No condom this time. I was going to spill myself inside her, intentionally.
Fuck, my dick was rock-hard just imagining it.
“You’re sure?” I murmured. “You want me to come inside you naked. Want me to fill you up with my cum.” It was probably cheating to stroke my cock, knowing how it affected her, but she couldn’t nod fast enough.
“God, yes. Want all of that...inside me.” She rubbed her damp fingers over her mouth and I lurched in my fist. “Please.”
“Suck them,” I said, and she edged the tip of one inside. That red nail dipping just past her lips as her lashes fluttered and her tongue sneaked out. “Taste your pussy like I did. So fucking sweet.”
She whimpered and drew the finger deeper. Then I gripped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, tasting the finger she hadn’t yet, savoring her flavor as I pulled back and drove deep.
Goddammit, she felt good. So fucking good.
Her broken moan—tinged with pain—made me still and relinquish her finger with a wet little pop.
“You’re so goddamn tight. Are you okay?”
Eyes wild, she nodded. “Yes. So full.” She pushed against me and I threw back my head, searching for strength. “Seth, please fuck me. Please.”
She didn’t need to ask again.
I pressed her hand to the desk. “Better reach back and hold on.”
She did as I requested and I slid my hand up her leg, gripping her thigh to drag her closer.
Hooking her ankle over my shoulder, I wrapped her other leg around my waist. Swiveling my hips, I let her get used to the feel of me inside her for another moment—bare, finally bare—before I drew back and slammed home, rocking the desk on the floor.
She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and pressed the wrist of the other against her mouth to stifle her sounds as I pulled back and drove forward again, over and over.
Dammit, she was going to end me. Right here and now.
Grinding my pubic bone against her clit, I smacked her hand away so I could smother her cries with my mouth as I fucked her until she was shaking with the need to come again.
I was way fucking past that point.
She gripped me like a fist, squeezing me past my endurance until I had to switch positions or end this right now.
I shifted her opposite leg to my waist and picked her up, holding her on me, lifting her up and down with every thrust. She clung to me, her kisses biting, her moans spilling out like the liquid coating my cock.
I could hear each stroke. Smell the scent of us together like the sweetest, dirtiest perfume.
Ours.
Hating to break our connection for even a second, I withdrew and set her on her feet before spinning her around so she faced the desk. I pushed her down and cupped her perfect ass in my hands, tracing that silky pucker between her cheeks while she bit her knuckles to keep from crying out.
And I plunged.
There was no hiding her moan this time. It seemed to fill the office, or maybe it was just my head.
Either way, as I pulled back and drove home again, that sound spurred me on.
I needed to hear it again when she soaked my dick.
Hell, while we soaked my desk. I wanted every dirty drop inside her, but I wanted the proof on the place I worked every day too so I could never forget.
She was mine. Had always been mine. And now I was going to fill her up with my release.
Scooping her up, I reached around her to rub her clit. Hard, fast. She scrabbled to hold onto the desk and bucked back against me, her ass bouncing. “Come with me,” I grated out.
“Going to.” Her ragged response had me hauling back and shoving deep as I circled her clit.
She splintered apart around me, and I couldn’t hold on.
I managed to pull out once more and sank home while she was still coming, her relentless ripples milking my cock.
I turned my head and bit her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her flesh as my hips flexed and I squeezed out every drop into her giving pussy.
Then I collapsed onto her, trying like hell not to crush her before I got to fuck her again.
“Oh shit.” She slapped the desk once, twice. “Tapping out.”
Groaning out a laugh, I pulled out of her. “Don’t move.”
“Not gonna. Can’t.”
As carefully as possible, I turned her over and eased her back on the desk, hoisting her legs high. She gaped at me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Keeping my cum inside you.”
She threw an arm over her eyes, chest still heaving. Her tits were distracting as fuck, and my supposedly used up dick was already waking again. “That’s not necessary, is it?”
“Can’t be too careful.”
“Good to the last drop,” she muttered, and I laughed.