God. If he keeps talking this dirty, I might come here and now.
“Because you weren’t there…you weren’t touching me, so I had to let the boys do it, but you know what?”
“What?” He’s pulling my panties down my legs, and I don’t focus on the trail of wetness that’s coating my thighs. I don’t focus on how shamelessly I’m drenching his fingers, because I’m preoccupied with something else.
His face holds me hostage. His beautiful, ethereal face that’s been stealing my dreams since I started seeing him as a man.
I drop my voice, staring at him from beneath my lashes. “I was thinking about you the whole time they were touching me. I imagined your fingers inside me and your tongue licking me. Your hands were on me too, and they were so powerful and masculine that I can’t stop thinking about them.”
He pauses with my panties in his hand, his eyes turning a raging shade of delicious brown. “Fuck. You’ll be the death of me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“It’s a fucking disaster.”
“Will I pay for that too?”
“You fucking will.” He lets go of my nipple and I release a noisy, disappointed sound at the loss of contact.
But I don’t have to wait on his next move for long, because he stuffs my panties in his pocket—again—and pulls my legs wide, wider than I thought was possible while my feet are still planted on his desk. And then he yanks the hem of my skirt up and jams it in my mouth. “Bite and don’t let go.”
I do, my teeth digging into the black material, but I don’t realize why he’s telling me not to let go until he lowers his head.
Until his mouth is on my throbbing pussy. And holy shit, if I thought his fingers were weapons of mass pleasure, his mouth is in an entirely different league.
He laps his tongue over my wet folds, making them wetter, sloppier, and my head rolls so far back, I’m surprised it doesn’t snap my neck. The pleasure is so damn strong that I can’t focus on anything except for where his body meets mine.
Where he’s closing his mouth on me and sucking hard. So hard that I’m shaking all over, so hard that I think he’s exorcising my soul.
The skirt falls from my teeth. I can’t help it. It just does. “Holy…shit…fuck…”
“What did I say about language?” He speaks against me and it’s like a rumble on my oversensitive skin.
“I can’t…can’t control it.”
“Because you’re close?”
“Yeah.” And because it’s him. But I don’t get to say that, because he sucks on something else.
My clit.
Holy shit. Shit!
The spasms take over me without warning and I’m falling. I’m falling so hard that I think it’ll never stop.
The fall.
The pleasure.
The depravity of it all.
It does, though, leaving me in a haze, and I think it’s over. But his stubble glides over the sensitive flesh of my thighs and he’s still lapping at me, sucking, nibbling, torturing my sensitive clit.
For some reason, I’m so much more tender now than when he fingered me. And it hurts. It hurts so good.
“Nate…I can’t…take it…” I reach a hand for his hair in an attempt to touch those strands, to push him back.
“Hands and feet on the desk, Gwyneth.”
I snap back into position, even though my thighs are clenching and I feel like I’m being set on fire. “It’s too much. I don’t think I can take it.”
He lifts his head from between my thighs and I’m a tiny bit disappointed, not sure why.
“Should I stop, baby girl?”
I don’t even think about it as I shake my head.
“Good, because I wasn’t planning to. Now bite the skirt before you bring the whole floor down.”
Oh, God. I forgot that this is a workplace and someone could hear. Please tell me he has some type of soundproof system here, because I can’t control the noises that spill free—even with the skirt between my lips—when he goes back to sucking and licking. But this time, it’s different. This time, he’s teaching me a lesson, he’s teaching me how to behave.
So when his mouth slides to my opening, I’m on the verge again. But he doesn’t stop there. He thrusts his tongue inside my tight opening, and it’s so narrow, I can’t believe it took three fingers in it only last night.
I’m a mumbling mess, my saliva pooling around my skirt as he fucks me with his tongue, in and out in a rhythm that turns me breathless and absolutely delirious.