“Fine,” he grits. “There are rules, Sam. I have to know you understand that I’ll give you what you want, but that’s all I can give,” he whispers in my ear as I nibble on his neck.
Leaning my head back a bit, I lock stares with him and see the pupils of his steel grays dilate slightly. His words are lost with the hardness of his cock against my belly lighting a fire below my waist. His tongue moistens his lower lip and then he takes my own between his teeth and bites down, not too hard but not too soft. He ends the bite with a tug as he pulls my lip into his mouth and sucks on it. When his tongue touches mine, I’m nearly unglued, but his hands pressing into the flesh of my ass keep me on my feet. One hand moves to my waist, holding me steady, while the other slips under the hem of my short skirt, to resume its hold on my ass. The way he grabs me, with his long fingers touching the most sensitive areas of my core, make me even slicker with need.
I’m suddenly hoisted up as he turns me and sets me down on his glass top desk. There’s a question in his eyes, and I nod slightly, giving him the go ahead.
For a second when he walks towards the door, I’m struck thinking he’s going to leave me there. Instead, he hits what looks like a light switch and the glass wall before me turns opaque.
“Whoa,” I say in surprise as he closes the solid office door and locks it leaving us hidden. “I thought we were alone.”
“Just to be sure.” His lids drop to half-staff as he makes his way back to me and says, “Lift up,” in a deep sex-driven voice.
Once my butt clears his desk, impatient hands unzip my skirt and tug it free from my body, depositing it, along with my thong, on the floor. Then he stands and stares at my naked-below-the-waist self as I sit on his desk.
“Hmm. What a sight for my overworked eyes you are. And a lovely addition to my desk, I might add.”
“Glad you approve.” I don’t get time to say anything else because his mouth is on my pussy like it’s his next meal. Two hands spread my thighs as his tongue wreak havoc with my control, and he watches as I completely fall to pieces, like a computer that just short circuited. By the time my orgasmic spasms have stopped rocking my world, I notice my hands have left his hair a wreck.
“Sorry about that.” I try to smooth the short strands into place.
“I’m not. Not one bit. You were spectacular,” he says, his voice husky.
“A nice sexcapade then?”
He chuckles. Then he finds his wallet and out comes a condom. “And I’m saving the best for last.” He unzips his pants and drops them to showcase his boxers, which contain an impressive hard on, barely held in restraint by the thin fabric. I watch as he tugs them down and the prize springs free. He takes it in his hand and squeezes it, rubbing it in an up and down motion. Oh my God, is it ever sexy. I want to watch this man get himself off in the worst way.
He reads my mind. “Do you like what you see?”
I can barely breathe as I nod.
“Say it, Sam.”
“Yes,” I hiss.
“No, say it. Tell me what you’d like.”
“I’d like to see you jack off.”
“Maybe someday. But not tonight. Tonight you came here because you wanted me inside of you. Deep. And now that you’re here I want to feel your tight pussy around my hard cock, squeezing it dry.”
Oh, hell. I’m almost coming again, and he’s not even inside me yet.
His hand still strokes his gorgeous cock, and then he rolls the condom on. With hands on my thighs, he yanks me to the edge of the desk and in one swift motion, enters me. Then he stills. A palm lands in the center of my chest and pushes me back. He bends one leg so my thigh about touches my chest and drapes the other leg over his shoulder. Honest to God, one thrust in this position and he hits every spot that rings my buzzers. I come almost immediately. About three or four pounding thrusts later, I scream his name, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going as if he never heard me. And it builds again until I hit climax number three. That’s when I feel his body tense, he stands up straight and slides his hands under my ass and comes. And, Jesus on a picnic, I’ve never seen anything so arousing in my life. It dawns on me then that we both still have our shirts on, but that was one sizzling romp on the desk, if I do say so myself.
When he looks at me, I’m expecting that sexy-as-hell grin, but instead, I get confused by an ambivalent look. He drops his head back and runs his hands through his hair. I’m not sure what’s going through his mind, but it can’t be good. And since I’ve never done the fuck buddy thing before him, I’m not quite sure what to say. So I opt for something fairly comical.
“Hmm… the many uses of a desktop. Workstation, computer space, and hotspot for sexromp.”
I’m greeted with silence. Now I feel beyond awkward. I’m sitting on his desk and his dick is still inside of me, and he hasn’t said a word. What the actual fuck is going on here?
“Earth to Ben?”
He finally looks at me after closing his eyes for a long second then blinking down at me.
“Yeah?”
“You okay there?” I ask.