“Leave it on.” The one she wears has straps crisscrossing over her chest with smaller lace cups covering her. Reaching forward, I pull the cups down until her tit pops free. “This is even better.” I repeat the action on the other side. Freeing her breasts and plumping them over the cups. Unable to resist, I lean around her to take one of her nipples into my mouth and tease the other with my fingers.
“Chase,” she hisses above me, angling back to give me better access. I release her with a pop.
“I can’t resist you, Princess. Every single thing about you tempts me.” I switch sides to circle my tongue around her other nipple, teasing her before sucking it into my mouth.
“I thought you wanted a picture of this.”
“I want you more.” Licking up her chest to her neck until I reach her mouth. “Kiss me,” I demand using my hand on her throat again to direct her head where I want it. With my other hand, I pull her nipple one more time before trailing my hand down her stomach to her pussy.
Her mouth opens to mine at the same time as my fingers reach her entrance. Our tongues tangle as I swipe through her slit, groaning at how wet she is. “Fucking soaked for me, Princess. Such a dirty little slut. You’re going to drip all over this chair, aren’t you? A permanent reminder of what we did in this office.”
“I thought you said you were going to clean up your mess.” She bites my lower lip with her challenge.
“You distracted me. Hands on the back of the chair.” Letting her go, I step back as she complies, arching her back again.
“Lick me up, Chase, and then fuck me hard.”
I groan, pumping my cock at her words and the visual.
“Lower your shoulders. Ass up.” She obeys, pushing her ass higher into the air. It’s still too low for me to reach without contorting my body or getting on my knees but it’s a better angle.
“Is this what you wanted, Princess? Me on my knees for you?” I sink down onto my knees in front of the chair and rip the condom open with my teeth before rolling it down my shaft.
“Seems only fair.” She pants in anticipation, letting out a moan when I swipe my tongue through her pussy.
“You were made to be worshiped. I’d get on my knees every day to get a taste of this.” I lick and suck and tease until she’s begging for release.
“Fuck me, Chase. Please fuck me. I want to come with you inside me this time.” Jumping up from the floor, I step up behind her.
“Hold on tight, baby. This is going to be rough.” Grasping her hips, I thrust deep in one fast stroke.
“Oh my god, fuck. So good.” She screams, anchoring one palm on the window and another on the back of the chair.
“Watch it. Scream like that again and everyone’s going to know you’re getting fucked like a dirty little slut in your office.” Her pussy clamps down on my cock at my words. “You like that. You want them to hear you.” I adjust my grip for better leverage, moving my left hand to her right hip and my right hand to her left shoulder to push her down and pull her back at the same time.
Setting a quick pace, I fuck her fast and hard like she asked.
“Yes, just like that. I’m going to come. Shit. Fuck. Oh my god.” She comes on a moan that has me covering her mouth with my hand to muffle her screams. Her pussy chokes my cock, igniting my own release.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant as my orgasm rips through me. Draping myself over her body, I wrap my arms around her waist,lifting her off the chair and turning so I’m sitting in the chair cradling her on my lap. My legs feel weak. My heart is racing.
She needed this distraction. This release. But now that it’s over, I worry about what she’s hiding beneath the surface. We need to clean up, get dressed, unlock the door, but for now I hold on tight and steady my breathing.
“The doctor’s office called,” she speaks first, breaking the silence and answering my unasked question.
“What did they say?”
She sniffles and a small piece of my heart breaks. I wish I could take away this worry for her, this hurt, the unknown. I wish I could make it better, but I can’t. I can only hold her, so I pull her closer and anchor her to my body to let her know she’s not alone.
“The biopsy is scheduled for next week.” The monotone sound of her voice is chilling. She’s clinical when she talks about the scans, the procedure. Anything to do with her current situation. I want to ask more. I want to know what to expect. How to help. But if I’ve learned anything about Gabrielle Pierson, it’s to let her open up in her own time and on her terms.
“It’s good they can get you in so quickly. What day?”
“Monday.”
We have a game that night but that doesn’t mean anything. I need to talk to coach.
I can’t have cancer.
