I hear the teeth of Blake’s zipper, loud in the otherwise quiet room, and the rustling of his underwear, before he hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear. He pulls the lace down, down, down, leaving it wrapped around one of my ankles.
I can’t hold back my shiver when I feel him slide the tip of his warm, hard cock up and down my wet folds, my pussy clenching down on thin air, trying to pull him inside.
“Stay still, sunshine,” he grits, flattening a palm to the base of my spine. Keeping me there.
Notching himself at my wet entrance, he slides in an inch at a time, stealing my breath from my lungs.
I bite down upon my hand, trapping the sound of my moans.
By the laboured sound of Blake’s breathing, and the quiet “Fucking hell” that slips past his lips, I’m guessing he’s having the same difficulty keeping quiet.
My toes curl in my heels, when his hips finally kiss the curve of my arse, closing my eyes shut at the exquisite feeling of being so full.
“God, you feel so deep, Blake. It’s like you’re in my fucking throat.”
“This pretty little throat?” He drapes his body over mine,cock pulsing inside of me, until he can collar me with his hand.
I nod, reaching forward to grip the desk. The movement slightly changes our position, eliciting a gasp from the both of us.
“You’ve gotta stay quiet unless you want everyone to find out what I’m doing to you, sunshine.” Blake pulls his hips back and then pushes back inside of me, causing tears to build in my eyes with how fucking good he feels. “Unless you’d like that? I can tell you’ve got a little bit of an exhibition streak in you.”
I buck my hips back, baring my teeth. “And you haven’t?”
Blake fucks into me harder, pushing me forward until the edge of the desk bites into my hips. I don’t care. I hope it leaves bruises, little purple marks, so I can’t forget tonight.
“I didn’t know I was until I met you.” He swats at my arse, ripping the flesh. “But now, I can’t stop.”
“Please, Blake.” My voice breaks. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
Sucking at my fluttering pulse point beneath my ear, I feel my pussy walls tighten when Blake moves his hand to play with my clit.
I’ve been on edge for hours now, basically since Blake came to pick me up from my apartment, so it’s not surprising that I shatter quickly, my slick squirting out of me to stain Blake’s groin, my inner thighs, even the maroon carpeting beneath our feet.
“Thatta girl,” he praises. “Now, stay still and lemme fill you up, Calla.”
Moulding his hands to my hips, he fucks into me at a rapid pace, our skin slapping together, sending the writing desk scooting across the floor a couple of inches.
Neither of us really giving a fuck.
Groaning deep in my ear, I squeeze my eyes shut when he comes with a grunt of my name, the warm feel of him spraying my walls enough to send me spiralling.
Now, without the sound of our coupling, I can hear a raucous noise of applause coming from the ballroom.
Blake must hear it too, for he presses a kiss to my shoulder blade, before slowly pulling out of me. He fixes my knickers back into place and my dress too, zipping it back up and smoothing out any creases.
Standing on shaky legs, I inhale raggedly. Already, I can feel his warm cum seeping out of me, creating a sticky pool in my knickers. Just the thought alone has another flush of heat cascading over my skin.
I graze my lips across his, once, twice, before I grin at him, smacking my lips together to avoid us getting carried away again.
“You’ve got sex hair.” Blake smirks, reaching over to try and flatten my curls.
“You haven’t fared much better, mister,” I agree, dabbing at his mouth with my thumb to remove the bulk of my red lipstick.
With our clothes rumpled, but back in place, I cautiously pulled open the door, peeking my head out to peer left and right.
“Clear. I can’t really hear anything can—”
No sooner have the words left my mouth, then a raucous noise of applause sounded from the hall.
