James watches, the intensity in his gaze almost too much to bear as he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the side.
I feel his eyes on me, the heat of them, as I circle my clit, the warmth building. I arch my back, giving him the show he’s asked for.
I quicken my pace, my fingers moving faster, and I’m close. So close. I can’t hold back.
“James,” I gasp, my body tightening, on the edge.
“Slower,” he orders, grinding his jaw as he palms himself over his pants.
I struggle against my own need, and he watches me with a severity that makes my knees weak.
“James, I need…I need to—“
I’m soaked, aching, desperate for more than just my fingers.
“Something you want?” he asks, his voice dark and taunting.
“Fuck me,” I plead, knowing I’m right on the edge again.
“Keep going. Slow. You come on my cock or not at all,” he says, a command I can’t ignore as he unbuckles his belt and releases himself. “Understand?”
I whimper, mostly in protest, but also at the sight of him.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, James, please. Please, I need you.”
He stands, stroking himself, and leans over me, putting his hand on my cheek. His thumb tracing my bottom lip and pressing it down as he says, “So fucking pretty when you beg.”
“Tell me you’re on birth control, Avery. I want to feel you,” he says.
“I am,” I reply, my breath quickening.
He lines himself up and pushes into me with one slow, deep thrust, filling me completely.
I cry out, the sensation overwhelming.
The world spins, and all I can feel is him, the way he drives into me with a force that makes me gasp. Items from his desk clatter to the floor, and he doesn’t stop, not for a second.
His pace is relentless, and I know I’m not going to last. It’s too much, too intense, and I’m about to come undone.
He reaches behind me, fisting my hair and forcing me to arch against him.
I tighten around him, and he gives me a wild, reckless look. One that tells me he’s losing control.
I unravel beneath him. I shatter, the intensity of it beyond anything I’ve ever felt. My body bucks against his, and he keeps going, his pace brutal and unyielding. I moan his name, the sound raw and helpless.
“Fuck, Avery,” he groans, spilling into me with one final, deep thrust.
He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more. He steps back, the loss of him a sudden chill against my skin.
Opening his desk drawer, he grabs a handkerchief and gently cleans me of the mess we’ve made.
My skirt is bunched around my waist, my blouse halfway undone. I start to fix myself, feeling exposed and unsure what to say as James zips up his pants.
He looks at me, his eyes dark and searching.
“I know that look. You’re gonna say this was reckless. That we can’t do this again.”
