I wrap my arms around her and press her against my body, the softness of her stomach melting into the hardness of mine. “I missed you,” I whisper against her lips.
She whimpers in response, our tongues gliding against each other in an erotic dance.
Her small hands travel from my hair to my neck, and soon she’s lifting the hem of my t-shirt. As hot as it would be to watch her ride my dick in my office while my entire staff is busy working on the other side of the door, this chair barely fits my frame. If we take this further, I’m afraid it’ll collapse beneath us in a sound so loud that everyone will run in with concern and catch us in the act.
I can’t have that. I’m not even sure how comfortable I am doing anything sexual in here during business hours.
“Are you sure you locked the door?” I ask.
“Uh huh.” Her tongue flicks my earlobe, and a jolt of electricity shoots straight to the head of my cock.
If we’re going to do this, we need to do it right. “You want this? Here?”
“Mm,” she moans.
I push the chair back as I grip her thighs and lift her into my arms. This seems to excite her. She starts grinding against me as soon as I straighten to my full height. Our bodies aren’t even lined up properly like this, butfuck, I can feel the heat of her pussy through multiple layers, and I’m desperate to be inside her.
Once I decide how I want this to go, I lower her into the chair and get down on my knees. I yank the rolling chair closer, and she lets out an exhilarated squeak. Her pupils are fully dilated, and her lips are parted in a way that makes me think of how beautiful they looked wrapped around my dick, sucking me dry.
She’s wearing a sleeveless sweater and tailored pants ensemble in a dark mauve color that brings out the pink in her cheeks. My fancy girl. I’m hesitant to remove her pretty clothes and toss them on the floor, but needs must. I unbuckle her belt, keeping my gaze locked on hers. She lifts her ass when I tug her pants down, carefully pulling her feet out and removing her socks before placing all of it behind me. Her lacy blackunderwear is still on, but that doesn’t stop me from shoving my face against the scratchy fabric and filling my lungs with her scent.“Fuck, Lindsay.”
How do I bottle this? How do I keep it on my sheets and clinging to my clothes like smoke after she goes back to Boston?
Those are thoughts for another day. Right now, I have a feast in front of me, and I’m not about to waste it.
Sliding her underwear down her thighs, I drop them in the growing pile and rest her calves on my shoulders.
“Oh shit,” she keens as I spread the glistening brown lips of her pussy and lap at her center.
“Shh,” I scold, looking up at her. “You have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”
She sucks in a breath that reminds me she enjoys being ordered around. Not in her daily life, but during sex. And the way she pinches her nipples while glancing back toward the office door tells me another interesting thing about her. “You like this, don’t you? The risk of getting caught. Of being seen.”
“Uh huh,” she replies, sinking her teeth into her plush bottom lip. “I’ll be quiet. Promise.”
I groan at her solemn vow. “Yes, baby. I know you can.”
Her nectar covers my tongue once I descend on her pussy, and I transform into a desperate man in a desert, mindless with thirst as I drink her down. She tastes like honey and cream and something else tangy that makes my body tremble and my tongue push deeper inside her channel, seeking more, seekingeverything. I feel her walls clench around my tongue, and if I had my way, she’d never release me. I could stay right here until she suffocates me to death.
“Yes, Nic,” she chants quietly, tugging on my hair to the point of pain. “Just like that.”
I suck and kiss her swollen lips as I hold her hips still, making sure every part of her pussy is worshiped before I move on to the main event––that adorable pink bud at the top.
As I wrap my lips around it, her feet buck next to my ears, and she shoves a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming. It’s impossible not to smile as I continue to gorge myself on her. I’m only a man, and since we’re historically bad at a lot of other things, being skilled at eating pussy feels like an honorable contribution to society.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Nic.” Her words are garbled at this point as she says them around a mouthful of knuckles, but as I flatten my tongue against her and begin a quick flicking motion, the only sounds I hear out of Lindsay are soft, whimpering cries. It doesn’t take much longer for her to unravel, and I will my mind to lock this away as a core memory before her thighs squeeze my head so hard it pops off my body.
Her lower half is shaking as I haul her into my arms and drop her down on the ledge of my office window. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard as she rubs herself against my body, driving me fucking crazy with need. I unbutton my pants and shove them and my boxers down my thighs in a rush. We break apart long enough for me to look between our bodies and feel oddly pleased that the ledge is the perfect height for fucking. That wasn’t an intentional part of the design when the bar was built, but I’m inclined to send a thank-you note to the architect.
“Condoms?” she whispers.
Shit. Why didn’t I think to get condoms? Although, even if I had, I couldn’t have anticipated us having sex here. “I can’t get you pregnant,” I explain, panting. “Side effect of my medication.”
“I’m on birth control anyway. Can you still pass diseases to me?”
“That I don’t know, but I haven’t been with anyone in months. Not since I last got tested.”
“Okay, me too. I got tested last week, and I’m good.” She guides me toward her entrance, her tongue tracing her top lip as I slowly push into her. “I can’t stop thinking about the suckler.”
