“Yes, that’s correct. No. I’ll check on that. Okay, great. Yep, you too.”
He snaps the computer shut, causing me to jump. Tearing the ear buds from his ears, he gets up and settles his body between my legs, gripping my jaw.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growls before devouring my mouth.
I wrap my legs around him, gripping at his shirt, needing him to get it off so I can feel him.
He doesn’t even bother. He undoes his pants quickly and then he’s sliding into me. My moans are captured by his mouth, thankfully muffling them or else everyone in the office would hear me.
He fucks me hard and fast, the desk scraping against the floor. I feel an orgasm just on the cusp. I’ve never come like this before, with just penetration and no stimulation to my clit, but I am so here for it.
“Oh my God,” I mutter, rocking against him, chasing the orgasm that I so desperately need. “I’m going to come. Elliot, I’m going to come.”
My body tenses, pussy pulsing around his erection as my head falls back. He groans deeply against my neck, his dick throbbing and filling me up.
It’s only minutes later when my head is clear and I’m breathing normally that I realize we didn’t use a condom—again. After that first time, we made sure to use them because it’s a bad idea not to. Yet… here we are again. I freeze, body tense all over again but this time for a whole different reason.
“Shit,” he mutters, as if he’s just realized the same thing. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
He pulls back enough to look at me but is still inside me. Even though he’s softening, he’s pressed so hard against me he isn’t leaving any time.
“Are you on—”
“No,” I blurt out. “No, I’m not.”
I never actually told him this last time, which is why I was adamant about using condoms after that first time. I didn’t want him to think I was tricking him or something. Had he asked me that night I wanted to feel him bare, I’d have told him the truth, and I bet he still would have done it. After panicking until I got my period, I swore I would make sure we used condoms from now on and we’ve been good…
“Okay. It’s okay. We can handle this.”
“Shit,” I curse, then groan.
Elliot hugs me. “You’re shaking,” he says softly.
“I’m terrified, Elliot.”
Will I be so lucky a second time?
“It’s okay,” he says sternly. “Everything will be fine. We can go to the pharmacy to get you a morning after pill.”
I just sigh, resting my head against his shoulder. How could I be so careless?
“How are you feeling?” Elliot asks once we’re seated at a table.
He suggested we go out to eat tonight since I’ve been off all day after the whole unprotected sex debacle.
“Just stressed out,” I say.
“What is it specifically that is bothering you?” he asks, reaching for his water.
“Just that we could be so careless.”
He nods understandingly. “Well, it’s taken care of now, and we will be more careful in the future.” He pauses. “I am sorry, though. I should have thought before acting.”
“It’s not just your fault, Elliot. I didn’t stop you either.”
“Still, it’s mine so I should make sure it’s wrapped up.” He smirks, and I know he’s being silly. I can’t help but smile.
We enjoy dinner together. It’s nice and I’m glad he suggested it because it’s helped take my mind off of earlier. When we’re finished eating, we stay to have another glass of wine.
