Chapter 20 Clayton
TWENTY
CLAYTON
Holly consumes my mind. The taste of her on my tongue, the feel of her silky skin and how fucking wet and ready she was for me…
“I want you to take me to your office and fuck me across your desk.”
Her words ring through my ears as I lead her through the club. Everyone around us are just dark figures, faceless obstacles that we weave through to get to my office, her hand feeling tiny in mine.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I wanted to take things slowly with her, to prove I’m the man for her.
The man that she deserves. Yet when she straddled me and told me what she wanted.
Fuck. My willpower shattered at those words.
How many times have I sat at the desk with my dick in my hand and imagined fucking her against it?
No, we are just going back to my office for some privacy, that’s all… Who am I fucking kidding? She wants me. Me.
Personal relationships are difficult for me.
I have Bear and Elliot, who are like brothers to me, but otherwise the next closest people to me are the staff at the club.
However, I’m their boss so I couldn’t really call them friends.
Over the years I’ve isolated myself, as a safety precaution, both for myself and others.
However, more recently I’ve found that I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life.
Something that has everything to do with a certain baker.
There‘s a darkness inside me that I struggle to control, constantly bubbling below the surface. In previous romantic relationships, I am all or nothing, which means my love burns hot. Some can’t cope with that, as I’ve learnt the hard way.
This is why I’ve stayed away from any form of romantic relationship for the last five years.
I thought that kind of love wasn’t meant for someone like me.
Then I met Holly. She calms the darkness within and makes me want to be a better man. I tried to keep a respectful distance but I keep being drawn closer. The fact that Bear is interested in her is a sticking point, but it’s me she’s here with now. It’s me she wants.
We finally make it to the ‘Staff only’ door that leads to my office and I push through it with far more force than necessary.
I just need to get into that room and feel her lips against mine.
Punching in the code to the office, I push through the door and pull her through behind me.
Her giggle helps ease some of my tension, reminding me that this is real, not a dream.
The door swings shut and I’m on her, pushing up against the wall and swallowing her gasp of surprise.
It seems our activities in the VIP booth have released something in her and she eagerly reciprocates my kisses, her hands roaming my body.
A trail of fire is left behind wherever she touches, even through my clothes, the burn oh so sweet.
I want it to consume me. Caging her in with my body, hands braced either side on the wall, I deepen my kisses, her taste on my tongue making me want more.
Her hand presses against my stomach, the T-shirt risen enough for her to touch bare flesh and I can’t help my groan. Her touch is a brand, one I am desperate to feel more of.
“Go to the desk,” she orders into our kiss, somehow managing to sound demanding while pressed up against a wall. “Sit down.”
If I believed in a god, then I would be singing his praises right now. Who knew that Holly possessed this side to her? I am over the fucking moon and feel like skipping over to the chair, but of course, I can’t make it too easy for her.
I pull back enough to smirk at her. “Since is this my office, shouldn’t I be the one giving the orders?”
The look she’s giving me would make grown men weep, but it only makes me want her more. “Not today, Clayton.”
My name on her tongue almost makes me groan and I’m desperate to see what happens next. Still smirking, I stalk over to my desk chair and drop down into it, the seat swivelling slightly with my movement.
She’s waiting against the wall, and now she’s sure I’m not going to get back up, she walks over. Everything about her is sexy and she’s not even trying. Some people try too hard and it shows. Not Holly. Crossing the room, she stops just before me and drops down to her knees.
Frowning, I sit forward, shuffling my weight uncomfortably. This doesn’t sit right with me – me on the chair and her kneeling before me – it shows a power balance that I don’t want between us. I might act like I’m in charge, but she is my Queen. Queens do not kneel.
“No, you never kneel.” I try to help her up, but she gives me a cocky grin that makes my cock bob.
“That’s going to make what I have planned a bit difficult.
” Her hands skim over my crotch, pausing over the bulge that my cock is causing against the denim.
Deft fingers have my jeans undone and down to my knees in an instant.
I’m so completely under her spell, I even lifted my arse for her to pull them down without thinking.
Holy… I might combust right here on the spot and she’s not even touched my cock yet. Wait, she isn’t doing this because I got her off in the club, like some sort of repayment, is she? I’m going to fucking hate myself for this later, but I only want this if she’s doing it for her.
“Holly,” I start, teeth gritted as I force out the words. “You don’t have to do this because I–”
“Stop,” she orders, and to my surprise, I do. She glances down, her eyes lighting up as she sees I’m not wearing underwear, and she glides her hand slowly up the length of my cock.
Hissing between clenched teeth, I grip onto the arms of my chair for dear life.
I don’t think anything has ever felt as good as her hand wrapped around my dick.
Head tilted back, I attempt to control my desires before I make a fool of myself.
Coming the instant she touches me is not the impression I want to give her.
“I want to taste you,” she whispers, shuffling forward as she strokes me. Her eyes lift up to meet mine and I see them glittering with emotion. “I want to drive you right to the edge like you did with me, and then, I want you to fuck me.”
How the fuck am I supposed to resist that?
“Anything you want, sweetheart.” I allow a slow grin to pull across my lips but internally I’m battling my demons.
The second she places her mouth on my cock, all objections fly out of the window.
Tongue flicking out, she takes the bead of precum and makes the most delicious noise I’ve ever heard.
Fuck, she’s not even started sucking yet and I feel like I’m about to cum.
Opening her mouth, she sinks down onto my cock, taking me as low as she can.
It’s not far, but I am not fucking complaining.
The feeling is divine, and watching her gorgeous head bob up and down on my cock is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.
Unable to hold myself back from touching her, I reach out and thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her movements. Gently, I add slight pressure to my grip, encouraging her to take a little more each time she sinks down my length. I don’t want to push her too far, but I can’t help myself.
A tightness in my balls tells me I’m close, the noises she’s making around my cock just pushing me further. If I’m not going to cum in her mouth, then I need to stop now.
She must sense what I’m thinking, though, as she stops with a raised brow. “Don’t you dare think of pulling out. I want to taste you. All of you.”
Well, in that case. It would be rude to deny her those wishes.
“Yes Ma’am,” I drawl with a grin. Leaning back, I do as I’m told, gritting my teeth as her sweet little mouth wraps around me.
Knowing I don’t have to hold back anymore, I let myself fully enjoy the sensation.
It doesn’t take long. My cock jerks and pure ecstasy pulses through me as I cum into her mouth.
Her small noise of surprise quickly turns into a hum as she sucks the rest of my cum from my dick.
So fucking hot. I never would have pegged her for a cum slut, but she is enjoying every single drop. She is perfect.
She sits back on her heels with her cheeks flushed, and in this moment I know I’m never going to let her go.
“Get on the desk.” I order, needing more of her. My fantasy is about to come true.
She does as I ask without question, sitting on the edge with her dress bunched around her hips.
How have I been so fucking lucky to have a woman like this in my office?
Standing, I push her legs apart and step in the gap between them, leaning down to kiss her deeply.
I make sure not to touch any other part of her, building the anticipation.
Only when she is making those sweet fucking needy noises do I pull away.
My restraint is being pushed to the limit, especially as I stare down at her pussy, pink and wet with her desire. Holly flushes at the intimacy of the moment and I think she’s going to close her legs, but she doesn’t.
“Good girl,” I purr with a wicked grin.
Dropping back into my chair, I lean forward and taste her.
I had thought she tasted good before from when I sucked my finger, but this is nothing compared to the licking her pussy.
I eat her out, drinking up every drop of her cum, smug in the knowledge that I was the reason behind it.
She writhes and moans on the edge of the desk, no longer having to bite her lip or keep quiet.
She’s close to coming again; I can feel it in the fluttering of her cunt as I use both my tongue and fingers. I could do this all night. Every night.
“Clay, fuck me.” She might have said it breathily, but there is no doubt in her eyes: she wants this.
My cock has more than recovered since she sucked me off, hard and ready between my legs. I want this more than I have wanted anything, but I have to check with her first, make sure she knows what this means. If we fuck, then she will be mine.
“Are you sure you want this?” I stand so I can lean over and press a kiss to her lips, needing to see her expression. “Things will change once we fuck.”
“I know,” she whispers this time, her eyes flickering with emotion. There is fear in her eyes, not of me, but of what this means. This is just as important to her as it is to me.
Grasping my cock in my hand, I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a condom, sliding it onto my dick with practised moves.
I won’t deny that I want to see my cum sliding out of her, but there will be other times for that.
Pressing my cock against her entrance, I slowly sink in, her moans spurring me on.
She clenches around me, stretching and adjusting to my size.
It’s taking all of my control to take this slow, not to slam into her, so I keep my focus on her face, using her expression as a gauge.
Finally, I reach the hilt, bottoming out inside her, and the feeling is pure perfection.
We fit together like we were made for each other.
Pulling back, I thrust back into her, checking that she’s ready.
The heat in her eyes and the moan of need tell me she is.
I start to move, thrusting slowly at first, but picking up the speed and depth, watching her face the entire time.
Watching her emotions is such a turn-on, seeing how much she’s enjoying this only heightens my own pleasure.
Pressing my thumb against her clit, I massage circles into it each time I thrust into her.
I’m not going to let myself cum until she does, no matter how uncomfortable that is becoming.
I need to feel her climax around me, her cum coating my dick and knowing I gave her that pleasure.
Thankfully her body responds to mine and I feel her tense up.
“Come for me, Holly,” I order in a low voice. This is all she needs to let herself go. Moaning my name, she throws her head back as the orgasm hits her. Her tight little cunt convulses around me, pulling me into my own orgasm.
Groaning loudly, I pump into her as my cock throbs, pulsing as I empty my load.
Our ragged breathing and noises of pleasure fill the room as we stretch out our pleasure as far as possible.
Dropping down so I’m on top of her but holding my own weight, I kiss her, slowly as though we have all the time in the world.
Pulling out of her, I grab some tissue and clean her up before removing my condom and tucking my dick away.
Back in my chair, I pull her into my lap, her body soft and loose now in the aftermath of pleasure.
Curling up against me, she puts her arms around my neck and holds on tightly, making small, tired noises.
Smiling down at the woman in my arms, I realise that I’m feeling something that I haven’t in a long time. The feeling that there might be a happy ending for me after all.