The door handle wiggles.
I force nonchalance as I lean back and continue to stroke my dick. This is going to get really awkward if a lot of people walk in right now.
The door opens and Hansley turns to step inside. His eyes meet mine, widen as his mouth drops open, and he quickly backs out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I can’t hear his words, but I hear his voice. It’s at that tone where you know the words, but they’re muffled just enough that you can’t understand. Which is maddening.
The voices walk away and I begin to sweat. He’s not leaving, is he? Ohmigod, what if he doesn’t come back?! What if he leaves me here???
The door cracks open and Hansley steps inside. His back remains to me as he quietly shuts the door. The snap of the lock sounds like it echoes. A moment passes before he finally faces me.
“What took you so long?” I snap.
All that anxiety that he might not show up and then the worry that he might choose to walk away instead of coming in here has my nerves frayed.
“I’m not sure how it works in football,” he says as he shrugs out of his shirt. My eyes drop to his chest. “But in hockey, we tell people where they need to be and when. Therefore, we can avoid the eventuality that they’re late or that they have people with them.”
He’s approaching me. Stalking me. Looming over me sitting naked and hard in his chair.
“You should have followed me,” I demand, but it sounds far too breathy to contain the force I intended it to have.
“Again, communication, Lemon. I know you know what that is.”
I bristle, eyes narrowing.
He pulls me to my feet and his mouth closes over mine. This is the very first time that he’s actually initiated anything. Well, if we don’t count the fact that I was here naked and waiting for him.
His hand drops to my dick and I whimper into his mouth.
“Does you being naked mean you want to fuck?” he asks against my mouth.
I’d love to be snarky right now, but my entire body clenches. “Yes,” I hiss. “Hurry up.”
I’m not sure what his plan is when I shove the open lube packet at his chest. He fumbles for a minute before picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I’m about to tell him this works better when his pants are off too, but his fingers dip below me and immediately push against my hole.
Do I ride his digits while he’s holding me? I do. It’s awkward and not nearly as effective as almost any other position, but I can reach his mouth this way so I can feverishly kiss him hungrily. It’s sloppy and wet, biting. Rough.
“Condom,” he asks.
I nod. “Desk.”
He puts me on my feet and I grab the lube from him. While he rolls on the condom in the weird, dim light of the monitor, I make sure that I’m properly lubed for him. Then squirt the rest on his cock.
Hansley grips my shoulders and turns me around, pushing me toward his desk until I’m bent over it. His mouth is on my shoulder right away and I grip the edge of his desk as I feel his crown against my hole.
“Sexy little fuck,” he murmurs.
“That’s insulting,” I say, trying to stifle the shiver that his tone caused.. “I’m a fucking queen. Treat me like one.”
He chuckles. I open my mouth to tell him he better learn how to fucking worship when he breaches my body and I choke on the words.
Gawd, why does he feel so good?! This should be criminal.
“Sexy little queen,” he murmurs. “Feisty. Beautiful.”
I’m breathless. The way his words caress me has me almost whining.
“Such attitude, but it makes perfect sense,” he says, ending on a groan as he bottoms out. “Queen Lem.”
“Fuck me,” I demand with as stern a voice as I can.
