“That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.” I smile as I grab his tie to kiss him. He pulls me and adjusts me, so I’m straddling him.
I rock against him as we kiss and gasp. “Lach.”
“What? I get hard just fucking thinking about you,” he says, as he untucks my t-shirt and slides his large hands underneath it, stopping just beneath my bra. I ground my hips again, needing the pressure he provides. He hisses out a breath, his hands tightening on my rib cage. “And then you show up at my office looking like this.”
“I’m not even wearing anything tight.” I roll my eyes, smiling as I pull away.
He gives me one of his sexy lopsided grins. “Do you not remember how you used to dress when I fell in love with you?”
“Good point.” I sink my fingers into his thick hair and kiss him again. He groans as he deepens the kiss, and exhales harshly when he pulls away.
“Fuck, I want you.” He kisses my jaw, then my neck. “You should’ve worn a skirt.”
“We’re supposed to go to lunch with your family soon,” I remind him breathily.
“They can wait. I need you.” He lifts me off him, practically runs to the door, locks it, and undoes his belt as he walks back to his chair.
It takes me longer than I’d like to take off my sneakers since they’re high tops. I take off my socks and start lowering my pants as he sits back in his chair and watches. He bites his lip, eyes burning as they drift down my body. When he brings them back to mine, I feel the fire in them in my core. His hands grip my thighs when I finish undressing from the waist down. He pulls me forward, pressing me to his face and licking between my legs.
“Oh, fuck.” I shiver, sinking my fingers into his hair. “We don’t have time for that.”
He grunts and lets me step away, as he continues to work on his belt and pants. My breath quickens as I watch him. His pants are to his ankles, but he leaves his boxer briefs on. My eyes snap up to meet his.
“Take my cock out,” he says, voice hoarse.
My heart is beating hard as I lean in and do as I’m told. I love it when he says that to me. He knows it too, from the way his eyes darken even more at whatever he finds in mine. He lifts his hips so I can drag his boxer briefs down his legs to join his pants. I lick him from his balls to his tip, and he groans deeply, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me away.
“We don’t have time for that,” he says, smirking.
I huff and turn around, facing the city.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “I wish I could take a picture of this view.”
I smile as I position and lower myself onto him. We both moan as his cock enters me slowly. I bite my lip hard to keep from shouting, as his fingers dig into my waist when I’m almost seated.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he says on a harsh breath.
When he’s to the hilt, I let my head fall back, a loud moan escaping me as I start to ride him slowly. He brings an arm around me. I gasp loudly when he slides his hand underneath my shirt and starts playing with my nipples, as I move.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, low into my ear. “So hot fucking me in my office like this.”
My stomach clenches. His words drive me to pick up the speed a little, and I start riding him harder, faster.
“Oh my. . .oh my. . .holy shit, Lach,” I whisper.
“I know, baby” he groans, pressing his face into my neck. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking good. Turn around.”
I keep riding him, eyes rolling back, too lost in the way he feels inside me to comply with his request. He removes his hand from underneath my shirt and slaps my ass hard. I inhale sharply and arch my back, but keep going.
“Now,” he says through gritted teeth, squeezing my ass. “Get on my desk.”
I shiver, standing up slowly until he pops out of me. I look at his desk. It’s not full of papers, but it’s not empty. I look at the couches in the corner and wonder if maybe we should go over there instead.
“We’ll get there,” he says, voice gruff. “Today, I want you on my desk.”
“How do you want me?” I ask, bending over his desk and wiggling my ass as I look up at him.
His eyes darken as he takes me in. He closes them and takes a deep breath before he stands between my legs. I grab the other edge of the desk, so I’m spread completely across it. He winds my hair in his hand, making my chest come off the desk, and thrusts into me slowly. I set my hands on the desk and push back onto him.
