“And that’s why I restrained you,” He chuckles, leaning in to kiss my clit softly, “You can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Bast,” I whine.
“You need me, baby?”
“God, yes,” I plead.
He licks me slow, from entrance to clit and my spine arches from the desk, a moan escaping me.
“Quiet now, Red,” He looks up from between my legs, “We don’t need the whole restaurant to hear what’s going on in here.”
I sink my teeth into my lip to stifle my whimpers as he goes back to work, drawing me up so high, every muscle in my body is pulled tight, ready to burst. The idea of being caught shouldn’t be a turn on as much as it is, but knowing someone may hear, may catch us, it floods me with arousal, so hot and heavy it takes me right to that edge.
“Let go, Red,” He purrs, sinking a single finger inside of me and I detonate. I bite my lip hard to stop my scream, but I thrash on the desk, the belt holding steady, keeping my arms locked above me as my legs clamp around his head and the orgasm shatters through me.
“Good fucking girl,” He praises as he pries my thighs apart and rises to stand, unbuttoning his pants to draw out his thick, hard cock. The tip glistens with precumand he pumps himself a couple of times before swiping the head of him through my lips, soaking the end with me.
I’m so sensitive it makes me whimper which makes him grin. But he doesn’t make me wait, he guides his cock to my entrance, slips the tip inside and then pauses, reaching around to grip the desk.
“Don’t scream,” He orders before he thrusts forward, hard and fast. He’s still fully dressed, fucking me against the desk while I lay here, body slicked with sweat, pussy stretched around his dick.
“That’s fucking it,” He growls, thrusting violently, over and over. My body jerks against the table and I can’t keep the sound in. I cry out at the sensation of him filling me, of his cock and the friction of him pulling all the way out before he slams back in.
“Hush, baby,” He rasps.
But I don’t. I can’t.
His hand is suddenly over my mouth, “Only I get to hear you like this,” He snaps, “No one else.”
There’s a sudden knock on the door which has Bast halting, buried to the hilt inside of me.
“Mr. Levine?” A man calls through the door, “Mr. Levine, is everything alright?”
We’re seconds away from being caught yet pleasure is consuming me, my pussy clenching and tightening around him, even though he isn’t fucking moving.
Sebastian dips his chin to his chest, looking down to where we join as if he can see it, one hand still resting firmly over my mouth before he flicks his eyes up, looking right at me as a devious grin tugs up his mouth.
“You filthy fucking girl,” he whispers just loud enough for me to hear as he realizes how I am reacting.
“Mr. Levine?” The knock sounds again but Bast starts to thrust once more, his palm stifling my moan.
“Just a minute,” Sebastian grinds out, teeth clamped together as he fucks me hard and fast.
“I need you to open this door, Mr. Levine.” A fist is slammed against the door several times.
“Getting caught is getting you off, isn’t it,” Sebastian laughs, “Knowing he can come in at any moment is making you so hot you’re about to come all over my cock.”
I nod frantically, not denying the truth.
“Then fucking come, baby,” He growls, thrusting into me so hard our bodies slap together loudly and the desk screeches across the floor. The man beyond the door keeps knocking but I can’t fucking stop it.
I come hard and violently, my teeth sinking into Sebastian’s hand to stop me from screaming.
He groans as I clamp around his cock, and it brings his own orgasm on. His head tips back as his hipssputter and turn jerky, cock twitching inside me as he empties himself.
There’s a moment of silence before the knocking resumes.
Chapter Nineteen
