"Sorry, that's my fault. Monica told me where they were this morning. I'll get them," I offer, grateful to have a task. As moody as I've been this week with the prospect of never seeing these three men again, the fact that they’re here has my head spinning.
I find the extra napkins tucked on the back shelf where Monica said they would be. As I come out of the supply closet, Mark is walking down the hall toward me, looking incredibly sexy in his black T-shirt and jeans. I've never seen any of the guys dressed as casually as they are today, and it makes my knees weak.
His eyes are locked on mine. I pause, wanting to say something but unsure how to start. Before I can figure it out, his arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me into Monica's small office. He grabs the package of napkins from me, tosses it onto a chair, and plasters me against the door. His lips seal to mine in a searing kiss. His hand leaves little trails of lava along my stomach and up to my breast.
I kiss him back, trying to communicate with my tongue everything I can't say out loud. I wrap my leg around his waist, and he grinds his hard cock against my core.
"Oh, God," I moan, throwing my head back against the door.
Mark pauses long enough to take off his shirt one-handed. I reach for his zipper, pulling it down quickly. Fisting his huge cock, I pump him, my breath catching when I realize I didn’t imagine his size in my fantasy replay reel. If anything, I didn’t fully remember its true glory.
Mark pulls my hands away from his cock, so I place them on his hard chest instead.
"God, you're sexy." I stare at his muscles, exploring the plains and valleys of his body.
Mark kisses me on the sensitive part of my neck, and a fresh wave of release soaks my leggings. I'm so horny. This man could fuck me however he wants, and I’d come within seconds.
He stares into my eyes, backing me up against the desk. I grin at him, and the corners of his mouth lift slightly, but he doesn't smile.
Mark spins me around and plants my hands flat on the worn surface of the desk. "Don't move," he growls in my ear from behind.
I can't help but wiggle in sheer delight at his commanding words.
He pulls my leggings down, slipping them off before bending me over and pushing me flat to the desk
"What happened to your panties, Skylar?" Mark grips my thighs.
I whimper in response. "Hunter stole them," I breathe as the head of his cock pushes against my soaked entrance. I want to weep with joy.
Mark won't refuse me an orgasm, will he?
We moan in unison as he pushes inside.
"Oh, my god," I pant. I’d forgotten how perfectly he fills me.
"Don't move," Mark warns.
I moan, stopping myself from rolling my hips. I'm desperate for friction, but I don't want to do anything to prolong the torture.
Mark pulls out and thrusts back in slowly—enough to tease and tantalize but not enough to make me come. I pant as his hard cock slides along my inner walls, squeezing my pussy to make him lose control and fuck me.
"Please, Mark. Please, baby," I beg.
He leans over me, continuing to fuck me with slow, lazy thrusts. "I'm your baby, huh?" he growls in my ear. "Yet you were willing to walk away?"
He snaps his hips forward, bottoming out. I moan long and loud. I don't care who hears us. I need him.
He pulls all the way out, and I almost sob from the loss.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to leave," I say miserably. He's no longer inside me, but he's still holding me down, kissing along my back. His lips graze the side of my breast. "Please fuck me, Mark."
"Like this?" He fills me with one hard thrust, pumping into me in the way I need.
"Yes! Oh, thank you! Thank you!" I pant, rolling my hips against him as I ride his hard cock. He winds me higher and higher, the flickers of pleasure so close… Then he pulls out again, and his weight is gone.
"Fuck!" I stamp my foot like a child.
Mark's chuckle at my outburst makes me grit my teeth. I reach between my legs, ready to give myself some relief, but he grabs my hands and places them flat on the desk. He has me stretched over the top of it, so I have to lift onto my tiptoes. He crosses my wrists, one over the other, and holds me in place with one large hand. His other hand brushes my clit in torturous circles.
