Both of my feet were on his shoulders. I was still in my skirt. Only my breasts spilled over my bra, but otherwise I was concealed. Yet Tenor had stripped me down to nothing but raw nerves that were starved for pleasure.
“You taste as sweet as I imagined.” His hot breath gusted over my sex. He licked again, moving his hands to keep the underwear out of the way and hold me open to him.
He dove in. If he hadn’t had a good hold on me, I would’ve slid right off the seat. I dropped my head back and rolled my hips into his mouth as much as I could.
Tenor really was showing me everything I’d been missing. Even with my underwear still on, this was the most amazing sexual experience of my life. And Tenor was fully clothed.
All my focus was on my sex, nothing but energy coursing through me, centering on where he stroked my clit with his talented tongue. Any hold I had on my pleasure fractured into a million pieces.
“Oh my god, Tenor,” I gasped. All my muscles constricted as unfiltered pleasure exploded from my core outward. “Tenor!”
My release went on and on, sweeping over me in waves. I shook against him but he held me tightly and kept stoking me higher and higher. The next second, he was rising. I kept my hold on the counter, the pleasure in my body still pitching me from side to side.
He dragged my underwear off and yanked his zipper down. I was trying to catch my breath when my gaze landed on his erection. It strained toward me, taut and veiny. Big and strong, just like him.
“It’s massive.” I widened my legs, the heels of my shoes pressed into his ass.
“And you’re nice and ready for me.” He notched himself at my entrance.
A quiver racked my body. Anticipation. An orgasm that was finished but also not completely done, another one climbing toward a peak, ready to go.
A slow push inside had me groaning. The sense of fullness was so right, yet he was barely inside. He drew back and shoved in a little deeper this time. I watched him push in, slide back out, and thrust in again.
I fisted my hands in his polo, drawing the fabric up to stay out of my way. I never thought a sight like this would get me off, but I was catapulting toward another peak. Maybe it was because I’d never come down, but I didn’t think so. The way Tenor’s body was rigid. How he was being so careful. That it was his cock stretching me open. Everything about him could get me off again and again.
I rocked against him, urging him to fill me completely.
“You’re a greedy girl.” His voice was gruff, thick.
“It feels so good.” There was no wondering if this was it. Thinking that I’d built sex up again and my expectations were unrealistic. No. Inch by inch, Tenor rebuilt each and every expectation. I’d already had an orgasm that showed me I had most definitely been missing a lot.
He punched his hips forward, and I gasped, my eyes rolling back. “So good,” I groaned.
“Fuck, Ruby.” He propped a hand on the counter behind me, a tremor traveling through him.
I kept undulating my hips, the need inside of me growing more and more demanding. There was another precipice and I had to get there.
He clamped a giant hand on my thigh. “Christ, you’ve gotta quit moving or I’m going to blow.”
“I can’t stop. You make me so—” I moaned. He filled me so completely that any small twitch hit all the right spots. “I’m going to come again.”
He pinned me with slitted eyes, his teeth gritted, like he was making a decision. Then he started moving, an erratic but strong rhythm. “So fucking wet and tight.”
My ass scraped across the stool, but he clamped my hips in both hands and held me still as he plunged into me. “Yes,” I hissed. I was so close.
“Fuck.” He ground against me, the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. “Fuck, Ruby. You take it so well.”
I slammed to the top of my ecstasy and cartwheeled over the edge. “Tenor!”
I broke apart, splintering into a zillion pieces, but he held me together as he thrust in one last time. He clenched his teeth, throwing his head back. Hot release filled me and his big body shook.
When he quit shuddering and jerking, my legs started slipping down his hips. He gripped my calves, but I sank back, the hard line of the counter jabbing into my back. “Wow. That was... Wow.”
Hair hung over his forehead and he was breathing hard, but his lust-filled gaze was on me. “I’ll help you down. Then you’re coming home with me. I’m not done yet.”
Tenor
When I had woken up this morning, I’d anticipated a day full of self-torture, thinking about Ruby all day and how long it’d been since I’d seen her. Right before her shift started, I’d been glued to the goddamn window, watching the sway of her hips as she rushed toward the entrance. Her little skirt had swished aroundher thighs and then I couldn’t leave my fucking office until my dick had calmed down.
