In the back of my head like a steady bass beat was the desire for Hunter.Should probably rub one out just to be safe.
“As if! I don’t even have a couch,” I complained as I walked in and set my bag down. The door closed behind me with a quiet puff.
“Weird, it doesn’t normally do that…” I turned. “Hunter, what are you—” I didn’t have time to finish my question before he grabbed me, pushed me back against the desk, and kissed me roughly.
I moaned as his hands tugged on my clothes.
“Are you still wearing those panties?” His deep voice was filled with desire for me. His hand pushed up under the skirt. He grinned against my mouth. “It appears that you are.” He stepped back and headed for the door.
“Wait!” I called, hating myself for sounding so needy.
He smirked at me over his shoulder; his eyes flicked up and down my body. Then he turned the lock on the door and approached me, shedding his jacket then his tie.
“So you do want me after all. I thought your pussy looked especially wet in those photos,” he remarked, sounding too calm.
I swallowed. “Just thinking about Walter.”
He laughed. “No you weren’t.” His hand came up and tangled in my hair. He kissed my neck then my jaw then my mouth, his tongue slipping in and tangling with mine.
I grabbed at his hair.
“You were thinking about me, about my cock buried inside of you.”
I gasped in answer.
“Let me see,” he ordered, stepping back and crossing his arms.
I slowly unbuttoned the suit jacket that I had kept closed, as I was basically not wearing a bra. Then I slipped off the knit top underneath and threw it to the floor.
“And the skirt,” he said.
I shimmied it off slowly. He blew out a breath.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, still regarding me, his eyes flicking from my mouth, to my tits, back up to my eyes. Abruptly, he reached to pull me close, so that my body was pressed against his own. Grabbing me under the ass, he swung me around so that I was sitting on the edge of my desk.
My legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed me again. Deep and plunging. I heard myself make a breathy moan into his mouth.
Hunter’s warm hands encircled my tits. I gasped and arched up as his thumbs rubbed over and around my nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks.
“I love your tits,” he muttered, his voice sounding thick. “Look at these.” He pushed them together and then apart again, playing with them.
“Thanks, I… ah…” I broke off with a hiss as he pinched my nipples. “I grew them myself.”
He grinned at me, wolfish, and his gaze slid down my body. Then he stilled. “And you put on crotchless panties, just for me.”
Now my grin was like a predator’s. “All the better to trap your cock with.”
His answer to that was to pull me into another rough kiss. Sadly, he abandoned playing with my breasts, but before I could complain, I felt his fingers travel downward to more interesting places.
I moaned, catching his bottom lip in my teeth. My pussy was wet and ready for him, and when he finally ran his fingers over the fabric of my panties and down to my lips, I was ready for him.
Wrapping an arm around his neck to steady myself, I spread my legs wide. He stroked me from the top of my slit downward again, his lips traveling down my neck. I had very little leverage on the desk—all I could do was hold on as he stroked me.
Well, two could play at that game.
I reached down to cup his erection in my palm. His teeth closed on the skin of my neck, and I jumped and swatted his shoulder.
“Are you done playing with me or not?”
