Chase knocks on the table and starts talking, but I tune him out, instead trying to keep my hand steady as I reach for mywater bottle on the table in front of me. Taking a sip of water, I contemplate pouring it over my head to cool off as Grant sears me with a fiery stare.
Mary or Beth take over the meeting from there, but my sole focus is on the pulses against my clit, crossing my legs when Grant changes the speed of the vibrations to long drawn out rhythms, edging me in the best way. My hands grip the bottle, fingertips turning white as they dig into the stainless steel exterior and I thank my lucky stars it’s not plastic so the crinkling of the bottle doesn’t alert everyone to my impending orgasm.
I lock eyes with Grant across the table as the voices drone on around us. His pupils are blown wide and I feel the heat in his eyes on every inch of my body. From the way he clenches his jaw and subtly shifts in the chair, I know he’s hard in his trousers and that visual gives me a sick thrill as the meeting starts wrapping up.
“Great,” I say, my voice too high as Grant presses another button on his phone that has me shooting to my feet and bracing on the table. “Then I think that is everything. You are officially compliant with the terms of your agreement, Chase.” The words come out much too fast, but I need this meeting to wrap up so I don't have to orgasm with them all around. I don't think it'll be a quiet one. I stand clutching the edge of the table. Everyone blessedly starts leaving the room. I skirt toward the door on wobbly legs, the vibration kicking up a notch.
“Taylor,” Grant calls after me. “Should we go over the statement for the team?” I turn to look at him as he walks lazily towards me, the gold specks in his eyes look like embers with how he’s devouring me right now.
“Sure,” I croak out on a broken moan. Every step takes me higher and higher. “Turn it off,” I hiss at him as I pass by him on the way out the door.
“Why would I do that?” He follows me into the hall.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to come.”
He presses the button for the elevator and holds the dooropen for me to enter. “That’s the point.” Backing me to the wall when the doors close, he plunders his tongue into my mouth and that’s all it takes, my entire body convulses, wave after wave after wave of pleasure taking me under while Grant fucks my mouth with his tongue and holds me up.
The elevator doors are barely open on the top floor before I’m half-carrying Taylor down the hall to my office. Slamming the door shut behind us, I push her against it and dive back in, needing her mouth on mine more than anything. It was a miscalculation on my part to think I could tease her during that meeting and not need to fuck her immediately after.
Hell, watching her try to contain herself while directing the meeting, was as much a turn-on as watching her clench her thighs together to avoid the impending orgasm.
“Please fuck me,” she moans into my mouth, and my cock twitches in my pants as she grinds against me.
“Not yet.”
As much as I am dying to fuck her senseless, I need to taste her first, drink down her release, and suck another out of her before sinking my cock into her and exhausting us both.
I lead her around my desk, swiping the contents onto the floor, not giving a shit about the mess I’m creating. “Turn around and bend over,” I command.
Taylor spins and bends at the hip, laying her chest on the desk in front of her and flattening her cheek to the smooth surface to look back at me where I tower over her. I make a show of unbuttoning my suit jacket and draping it over the back of the chair. Next, I undo the cufflinks at my wrist and roll mysleeves up to my elbows. She licks her lips, desire radiating off her.
“Grant,” she begs, wiggling her hips. I flip her dress up and slap a hand down over her round ass covered by the cheeky lace panties, rubbing my thumb over the wet spot on her crotch.
“Patience,” I tut. “I’m going to take my time with you, wife, wringing every last drop of pleasure from your body until you’ve got nothing left.”
“Fuck,” she pants as I drag her panties over her ass and down her legs. She lifts a foot to help me remove them but I leave them wrapped around her knees.
“Widen your legs. Don’t let those panties fall,” I instruct. She obeys.
Grabbing my desk chair, I turn it around and drop back into the seat, lowering it so I’m eye-level with her pussy. My mouth waters at how she glistens for me.
She whimpers as I stare at her center. “Touch me. Lick me. Fuck me. Anything. Please just—” her words cut off when I lean forward and swipe my tongue over her slit.
“Is that what you want, Tay baby? You want my tongue on this sweet pussy making you scream for me?” Arching her back, she pleads for me to do it again. Gripping her hips, I pull her toward me and dip my tongue into her opening, sucking and swirling and lapping at her pussy.
“Oh my god, I’m close.” She shivers, twisting on the desk so that she can reach her arm back. She grabs my hair, holding me tight against her as she rubs her pussy over my face. I move back and forth between sucking her clit into my mouth and circling my tongue around her opening, taking her closer and closer to the precipice, but not enough to fall over the edge yet.
“Are you going to scream for me? Shout my name loud enough that anyone in this office and on the field below us knows who this pussy belongs to?” I pinch her clit, then glide my thumb into her opening before pressing it against her tight hole, one we haven’t explored but I’m curious to know how she’ll takeit. What it would feel like to slide my cock deep inside with a toy sucking her clit?
“Yes,” Taylor hisses above me, and I tuck that bit of knowledge away for later. I pull her up as she protests.
“I want to see you when you come for me. Sit your pretty little ass on that desk and keep your eyes on me. Watch what your husband does to his pussy.” I drop her panties to the floor and move her feet to the arms of the chair, opening her up to me.
Taylor slides the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts in a barely there push up bra, plucking her nipples over the lace.
Holding her open, I thrust two fingers in deep, quirking them on the spot I know will drive her wild and latch onto her clit. She bucks up against me, fucking my fingers while I commit this view to memory. Her hair in disarray from my fingers in the elevator, her breasts heaving, the overwhelming lust on her face, the love in her eyes as I suck her clit hard, never taking my eyes off hers as her pussy clamps down on my fingers and a shout breaks free from her mouth.
“Grant, holy shit.” Her voice goes up an octave at the end, legs closing around my head, shuttering her release. I stand, unbuttoning my pants and shoving them down my thighs. My cock springs free, already leaking. It won’t take much to get me there after what we just did.
