Back burner, what back burner? Who’d said anything about a back burner? Not this girl.
His hands slid up my waist to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples, hardening against his touch until I squirmed in my seat. Another slow, teasing circle, and I couldn’t take it anymore, had to clamber into his lap, my skirt riding up to my waist as I pressed my cunt against the thick bulge of his erection.
I wasn’t wearing any panties, and by the way Hunter groaned and bucked up into me, he could tell.
I slid down the length of him, blowing a warm stream of air against his fly, making him groan and jerk his head back against the table. I smiled wickedly as I slid his pants down, freeing his hard cock. I stroked him, savoring the length and breadth of him, my pussy clenching tight at the thought that he would soon be inside me.
“Oh God, Ally, amazing, you’re so amazing, that feels so good…”
“This will feel even better,” I promised, and I took him into my mouth.
Now that we weren’t in a restaurant bathroom, I had the luxury of really taking my time with him. I laved the bottom of his cock, my tongue searching downward to flick softly against his most delicate spots before I licked my way back up to the tip and sucked him deep into my throat.
At the sound of Hunter’s moan, I released him to tease at the sensitive skin under his head, then took him deep again. He groaned as if there were a road’s worth of gravel in his throat, his hand finding the back of my neck and massaging it with grateful fervor, his strong fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders. I hummed around him, finding my rhythm, savoring the taste of him and the way he writhed under my ministrations, helpless before the touch of my lips and tongue…
He groaned again, and pulled me away and upwards. “Need you,” he growled against the shell of my ear, pushing me back onto the table, spreading my legs as he clambered on top of me. The papers behind me on the table rustled as he settled his weight over me and thrust his hard cock into my wet, waiting pussy.
“Oh!” My hands scrabbled at the polished wood as he filled me up, gripping futilely at the edges of the table before coming up to dig into the small of his back. He was still wearing his shirt, why was he still wearing his shirt—I ripped it off, threw it across the room, and pressed myself up against him, wrapping my legs around his hips as my hands explored the planes of his chest and back, that sweat-slick skin, so smooth and perfect—my tongue flicked out, licked a drop of sweat from his neck, and he moaned, thrust harder into me, his head falling into the niche between my neck and shoulder, his breath coming in hard fast pants that made my pussy clench tighter around his dick.
“Want to sink into you,” he murmured against my skin. “Want to sink into you and be with you always, be strong with you, feel you with me, feel you around me—”
“I’m with you, I’m with you,” I moaned, biting at his shoulder, clawing at his back, God, I needed him so badly, needed more and more of him and more was never enough—“You feel so good inside me, don’t ever want you not inside me, come in me, Hunter, fuck me hard and come in my pussy—”
He ripped my nightshirt open, the sweat-soaked fabric sticking to the table as he bent his head further and sucked on my right nipple, hard, his fingers twisting and pinching my left. I yelped, practically levitating off the table as the sensations shot through me. “Oh God, Hunter, oh, Hunter, Hunter, Hunter—”
He thrust harder, then harder again, and then I felt him come inside me, and that sent me over the edge of my own orgasm, stars bursting behind my eyelids like a thousand galaxies as I came harder than I ever had before.
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When we could both walk again, Hunter scooped me up in his arms and carried me to bed—his bed. He laid me out like a work of art on the cool white sheets and kissed the pale skin of my ankle. My eyes fluttered shut as I gave a contented sigh, and his warm lips traveled further up my leg, his tongue stroking along the sensitive skin on the backs of my knees, teasing along the edge of my thigh. I whimpered, pressing upward, needing more.
“Tell me what you want.” His whisper was a flame licking along my skin.
“Wait. I—I thought we were putting all this on hold.” I hated myself for betraying my lust, but I didn’t want either of us to have any regrets later.
Hunter paused. “We can, of course. If that’s what you want.”
My brow wrinkled in confusion. “I thought that’s what you wanted. So we could focus on the business, and the expo coming up.”
He shook his head. “I agreed to that because I thought it’s what you wanted.”
A grin spilled across my face. I didn’t know what to say. We’d been so stupid.