He let go to slide a hand up her back, a soothing warmth in contrast to the cool desk beneath her cheek.
“Ready for me?” Owen asked.
She nodded her head against the desk, eager to feel him inside her.
“Words, Birdie.”
“Yes.”
Ava inhaled sharply, her hips wiggling closer to him, seeking friction.
His hands slid to her hips once more in a bruising grip, holding her in place, bent over the desk.
“You liked that, didn't you?”
Ava bit her lip to hold back a moan at his question. He was no longer the teenage boy she grew up with, exploring their sexuality together. Owen was in charge, and he wasn't messing around with her pleasure. The thought turned her on even more.
“Yeah, you did.” She could hear the grin in his voice. “I'll keep that mind.”
Before she could think of a response, he stole the breath from her lungs as he eased inside her with a slow thrust until he filled her entirely. Consumed her.
“Breathe, Birdie,” he soothed as she adjusted to his length.
“Move,” she whined, pushing up onto her hands to fuck herself on his cock to get the friction she desperately craved.
At her plea, Owen moved, pulling out and snapping his hips against hers in deep thrusts. She met his hips with her own, using what little leverage she had. She wanted more. Needed more. Like he could hear her thoughts, Owen slid a hand between them and zeroed in on her clit, circling with his fingers to give her the stimulation she craved. Between the slow thrust and the rapid rhythm on her clit, Ava's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. It rolled up and down her body in shockwaves, her toes curling from the impact.
Owen let out a strangled groan and stopped thrusting. Keeping his length halfway pulled pushed in.
“Don't stop, why did you stop?” she whined.
“Need a minute. Not trying to embarrass myself here,” he grunted.
He pulled out all the way, leaving Ava feeling bereft. He tapped her hip.
“Turn over for me, Birdie. Need to see you.”
She pushed back on her feet to stand, then turned around to face him. Owen cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a bruising kiss, his cock hard against her stomach. Without breaking the kiss, he released her head to grab her by the hips and place her on the desk. She wrapped her hands and legs around him, back to their original position.
He slid inside her. Ava captured his groan with her lips and tightened her legs around his waist. They moved together; the angle hitting her just right as he thrust up into her, and she ground down to meet him. The friction was delicious, winding Ava tighter and tighter. Her legs burned from how hard she clung to him. The snapping of their hips drowned out the creaking of the antique desk beneath them.
The thrill of their naughtiness, fucking in the building where anyone could enter, heightened her arousal. She could feel the tidal wave of another orgasm rising through her. She pulled her lips away from Owen's, tossing her head back and digging her fingers into his shoulders.
“Owen, I'm going to–” she panted.
“I know. Just let go, I'll catch you, Birdie. I'll always catch you,” he murmured.
At his words, Ava detonated. Where her last orgasm was a wave, this was a tsunami, short-circuiting all her senses. “Owen,” she moaned his name. As pleasure washed over her, dragging on, Owen gave a final thrust and twitched inside her. She wished there was no condom between them, so she could feel every drop of him.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her hair, then pressed his forehead against hers, letting out a stuttered breath. “Fucking hell,” he chuckled. “I think you almost snapped my dick off with that grip.”
Ava gave a breathy laugh, her eyes blinking to stay open as she let out a yawn.
“Hold on to me,” Owen instructed.
She willed her limbs to tighten around him again, despite their protest to relax. He walked them backward and lowered down onto the couch against the wall. Still connected, he lay on his back and Ava curled up on his chest, enjoying the warmth and closeness. The faint smell of coffee on his skin. The rhythmic beat of his heart underher cheek. Before long, her eyes closed, and she drifted off in Owen's embrace.
Owen startled awake at the beep of a car alarm. He blinked against the sunlight streaming in from the windows.
