“Barrett. Now,” I say.
He holds me over him, slowly lowering me. Inch by inch, I take him in. I’m so wet that I can practically hear the suction as he presses inside me.
Barrett sinks into me, and my hips flex in response. The pressure of him inside me is overwhelming and so satisfying.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his cock already seated deep inside me. I guess better late than never. “I’m clean. Shit. We should have talked about—fuck—you’re tight.”
“Yes. Birth control,” I choke out, my breath leaving my body as I adjust to his size. “I’m clean. There’s been no one since college.”
Barrett grips my ass, holding me steady as he slides out, then back in. His cock fills me up so good, the moment he withdraws I feel hollow.
“Chloe, you feel so fucking good.” His warm breath tickles my neck. “It’s unreal.”
He slowly eases in again, nearly splitting me in two.
“You’re gripping me so tight.” His breath comes out in puffs. It’s clearly an effort to go slow. “Is this okay?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
I squeeze my legs around his waist, sending him deeper and his rhythm picks up.
Maybe I am a virgin. It’s never felt this good. I’m clearly unacquainted with sex where your partner wants it to be as good for you as it is for him.
The head of Barrett’s cock finds the perfect spot inside me. The continuous pressure there ignites a fire deep in my core.
He kisses me deep and slow as he fucks me hard against the wall, his hips setting off an unrelenting rhythm.
My head falls back as I arch into him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. I’m acutely aware of the brick wall scraping into my back, Barrett’s fingers gripping my flesh to hold me to him. It’s nothing compared to the pleasure building between my legs. Also, Barrett’s dick is absolute magic. I’ve clearly blocked out every other sensation.
“Oh, God. Yes!” I urge him on.
“That’s not your library voice, Chloe.” Barrett’s voice is low and seductive in my ear. “Someone will hear us. Someone will know you’re getting fucked good and hard up here.”
“So good.” I sigh. I can feel the tension in my lower belly. Everything coiling tight.
Another thrust, and Barrett’s lips against my jaw has me pulsing around him. It’s nearly painful how hard I’m coming, clamping down around his thick cock. Barrett shudders. A moment later I can feel him pulsing inside me, the sensation followed by his hot seed spilling deep inside me. Another first for me.
We stay joined together, Barrett’s grip lightens but he doesn’t let me go. He holds me close and kisses me gently.
There’s a calmness now to the frenzied desperation we felt a moment ago.
Barrett pulls back to look at me.
“That was…”
“Insane,” I finish for him.
“You okay?” he asks. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“If by hurt you mean pleasured thoroughly, then yes.”
He chuckles, then carries me over to the desk where he grabs a few tissues from the box there. Slowly, he pulls out, the friction in that movement threatening to put me back at square one. Needy and desperate to have him.
He sets me down and hands me a tissue. He tucks himself back in his pants and buckles his belt while I address the situation between my thighs. A wet, rushing sensation takes me by surprise. I quickly shove a tissue there.
I look up to Barrett, concerned.
“Is that normal? Does it fall out after?”
“My cum,” he says, stepping forward to place a hand between my thighs. He hooks a finger inside me and groans. I have to steady myself against the desk. “Feeling my cum inside you…fuck…we have to go now before I bend you over this desk.”
When my underwear is back in place, Barrett takes my hand and leads me out to the room.
We join the party just as the dessert trays are coming out, but Barrett steers us toward the exit. I look longingly at the mini macarons and bite-sized cheesecakes I picked out.
“We can stay if you want,” Barrett says. “Or we can go home, and you can eat cookie dough ice cream while I lick you.”
Okay. Easiest decision ever.
We do have to say goodbye to JoAnna and Emma, who I feel bad that we’re leaving because she’s alone. Alec had something come up with work last minute and he couldn’t make it.
“Let’s do lunch next week,” she says.
“I’d love that,” I say as Barrett leads me away.