My cunt flexed at his intimate touch. A firmthis isn’t the time or the placedanced on my lips, but then his hand drifted upward, nudging my skirt up around my waist.
Fingertips taunted the edge of my panties.
“Fine,” he said when I came up short in the reply department. “If you really want to know, I thinkIneed a distraction. I’m losing my mind. I’m so excited for you, I can hardly think straight.”
“Well, if it’s foryou, then…how can I refuse?”
A chuckle and his stubble brushed against my sensitive skin. “You can keep your eyes on the screen. Just pretend I’m not even here.”
Impossible. I could never think of anything else with Hudson’s mouth around my clit.
Still, I indulged him.
He’d read me perfectly. Ididneed a distraction. And now, even if the launch didn’t go as planned, at least I would get an amazing orgasm out of it.
We’d made love several times this morning, and from the wayHudson gripped my hips and yanked me to the very edge of the desk, I could tell that he was not going to go easy on me now. He would not leave any quarter for my mind to wander back to the stress of the launch.
He ripped my panties off. In the reflection on the television screen, I saw him shove them in his pocket for safekeeping. Then, throwing my legs over each of his shoulders, he had me stretched and ready for him—a feast for his taking.
No teasing today. Just hunger.
Capturing my clit between his lips, he kissed me deeply, swirling and sucking just the way I liked. His pace was slow but the pressure unrelenting. The orgasm was an inevitability; I could feel it even now, planting seeds in the pit of my stomach.
Eyes still on the television set, I tried to split my attention between my need for him and my professional obligations.
But then, as he tongued my hard clit, he pressed a finger to my entrance, ready to broach me. My eyes slammed shut.
My cunt dripped for him. He slid one finger easily inside.
Not enough. Not nearly enough.
I bucked my hips, demanding more. He smirked around my clit. A second finger joined the first.
That wasn’t enough either. I wanted to cumhard. I wanted him to break me apart and put me back together again.
He took the hint. A third entered my cunt.
I exhaled, hard. It was very much acareful what you wish forscenario. I was full to the brim of him.
When I was fully stretched out and relaxed around him, he curled in the depths of me, tickling my G-spot with slow, easy strokes.
My eyes fluttered back in my head. Goddamn, was he good at this. My entire body tingled, the warmth of pleasure stimulating every inch of me.
But it wasn’t enough. Even as I was riding higher, I needed more.
Sorry, sleeved button-up. I hardly knew ye.
Ripping at the fabric, I tore the shirt away and unhooked my front-clasp bra, exposing my tits to the overly AC-ed room. My nipples pebbled, hard and proud for me, and I moaned as soon as my own hands began to toy with them.
That was when the countdown began, crackling from the CAPCOM speaking over the live launch footage.
“Ten.”
Hudson gave my clit the smallest of nibbles. I shuddered.
“Nine.”
He picked up his pistoning pace in my pussy. I couldn’t help it—I wanted more, so I began thrusting against him.
