He kissed me again and pulled me close. “Shhhh. Don’t talk.”
“For everyone that doesn’t have their own relaxation music...” Mr. Barnes’ voice was coming from the front of the room. “Please put on the Zen headphones now. I’m going to start playing the ocean music through them in about ten seconds.”
“You should probably try to be as quiet as possible.” Jonathan pulled me over to the corner and slid his hands underneath my skirt.
He can’t be serious...
“Jonathan, stop. This is crazy...” My breath caught in my throat. “Do you know how many people are in here? You wouldn’t—”
“You brought this on yourself.” He kissed me and pulled me down onto a beanbag.
I tore my mouth away from his and tried to stand up, using my hands to push off from the floor, but he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
“I’m starting the Zen music now,” Mr. Barnes said. “Remember no talking and no cell phone usage please. Oh, and remember to take deep breaths and—”
The rest of his sentence came out muffled. I couldn’t focus.
Jonathan was kissing me relentlessly—not giving me a chance to pull away. When he’d taken every ounce of breath that I had, he pushed my dress up past my thighs and positioned me to straddle his lap.
I heard him unbuckling his pants and un-wrapping a condom, so I tried to get up again, but one of his arms was still tightly snaked around me.
“Jonathan...” I whispered. “Think about this. I—”
“I have,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside of me. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He moved them in and out a few times, and then he brought his mouth close to my ear. “And from the feel of things...You’ve been thinking about it too.”
I suppressed a moan as he placed a kiss on my neck, as he tilted me up and slowly lowered me onto his dick.
“Ahh...Ahhh...Ahhhhh...”
“Shhhh...” He tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth and grabbed my hands, placing them on the wall behind him. “You have to be quiet or they’ll hear us...”
“Alright, one last thing everyone.” Mr. Barnes was still talking. “Remember, if anyone is caught talking or if someone’s cell phone goes off, I’ll have to turn on the lights and we’ll have to do the session in the light, without the power of the candles. So, don’t be selfish—the Zen system benefits us all...”
I pressed my hands against the wall, exhaling as Jonathan pushed the top of my dress down and drew one of my ni**les into his mouth.
“Claire...” He rubbed his hands across my back, pulling me close, and then he whispered in my ear, “Move.”
I sucked in a breath and rocked against him, trying to not to moan as he rolled his tongue around one of my ni**les.
He was teasing it gently, matching the same up and down rhythm I was using with my hips.
I tried to go as slow as I possibly could—knowing that if I sped up I would end up screaming and everyone would see me grinding against our boss. I exhaled each time I sank down—over and over, but it must not have been good enough for Jonathan because he suddenly cupped my ass and moved me up and down himself—at a much faster pace.
“Ahhh...Godddd...stopppp...” I whispered.
“No.” He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth, squeezing my cheeks even harder, bouncing me against him with no finesse.
I let out another moan and heard a loud beeping sound from the front of the room—the sound that meant someone was talking; if it went off again, the lights would automatically come on.
“So, you’re into other people watching?” Jonathan whispered against my mouth. “I’m not opposed to that...” He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me to prevent me from making another sound. He started flexing himself upwards, still holding and controlling my pace with his hands.
I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt an orgasm building inside of me, felt it getting ready to make me scream, so I broke away from Jonathan’s kiss.
“I’m...I’m about to...” I murmured. “I’m—”
He leaned forward and bit my down on my lips. Hard.
My legs started to shake and severe vibrations rippled through my entire body. As the intense pleasure rolled through me, I tried to push myself away from him so I could exhale, scream, breathe—but he didn’t let my mouth go until my body stiffened and stilled.
When he was sure I was done, he released my lips and leaned back against the wall.
I slumped forward against his chest, panting—too angry to think straight. I sat there, still on top of him, wondering if I was dreaming or if he was really that crazy.
“Let me help you.” I heard him say as he gently moved me off of him. “You’re quite the exhibitionist...” He wiped a cloth between my thighs—I assumed it was his suit’s handkerchief, and kissed my forehead as he did it.