15
I might have screamed. I’m not sure – I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.
It was probably more like a really loud, sustained moan, and a few semi-coherent ‘Oh God oh God’s’ thrown in for good measure.
I’m not a girl who orgasms easily. I had sex for the first time when I was 17, but I never actually had an orgasm until I was with my second college boyfriend. I had them occasionally after that. The few I did have were pleasant and stress-relieving.
They were nothing like this.
To tell the truth, I’m not actually sure anymore I’d ever had a real orgasm before this.
It was like a wave of sensual electricity jolted me from my very center. My body shuddered from my toes to the top of my head, and contractions in the core of my body filled me with incredible pleasure.
After it was all over and I opened my eyes (actually I think they were rolled back in my head), I saw Connor looking down at me with a grin.
“Wow, you’re responsive,” he teased. “And that was just the tip.”
I blushed a deep red. I was a little embarrassed, to tell the truth. I think I was so incredibly turned on – by him, by the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, by his gorgeous… you know – that just the slightest bit was enough to send me over the edge.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He laughed. “For what?”
I smiled in spite of myself. If a guy comes quick… eh, not so good. I guess when a woman comes quick, she feels good, and the guy gets his ego stroked.
Suddenly he looked concerned. “Can you go on?”
I was pretty sensitive down there… but the feel of his muscular body on top of me was rapidly making me want more.
I nodded. “Just… go slow at first,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he nodded, and leaned over and kissed me again.
It was wonderful. As his velvety tongue slowly penetrated me, he started to rock his hips backwards and forwards the tiniest bit, so that his shaft did the same between my legs.
Oh my God.
Just the fact that it was bigger than anything I’d ever felt in my life… that was pretty amazing, and an incredible turn-on.
And the pressure – the sense of fullness, the incredible stimulation from his girth – well, I pretty much forgot about wanting it slow.
I just wanted more.
NOW.
I gasped as long, slow waves of pleasure started rolling through me again.
He paused to look at me.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He grinned. “But are you – ”
“DON’T STOP.”
He laughed, bent down and kissed me again, deep and soft and probing, and continued to slowly enter me.
Like I said, he would rock his hips back and forth. A little bit more inside me, then pull back the tiniest bit… then a little bit more, then pull back… two steps forward, one step back.
As the pressure increased down there, and as I started to get sensations deeper than I’d ever felt before, I thought, Okay, surely it’s all the way in now.
And then he would keep sliding in deeper.
At one point he paused longer than usual and I thought, Okay, surely THAT’S it. It HAS to be in all the way now.
But no – he just eased himself out a little bit, then continued further in.
It. was. INCREDIBLE.
The sensations were building and intensifying as his shaft got thicker and thicker towards the base.
Even more than that, I felt this incredible fullness, this overwhelming sense of being filled up all the way through my body.
I began to moan and rock my hips against his, angling my pelvis to get more pressure here, more sensation there.
Slowly, slowly, he began to pull out of me – almost all the way.
I whimpered, afraid to lose the sensation.
Then he pushed inside again.
Out, then in. Out, then in.
Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my entire body.
He started to go faster. The gentle rhythm became thrusts – harder, more insistent.
I could feel the tension building inside me again – but deeper. He was touching me in places I’d never felt before.
And all the while we’re kissing, with him taking my lower lip in his and gently sucking at it, or moving to my ear and breathing softly, letting me hear the desire and need in his voice.
I don’t know what turned me on more – the incredible sensations between my legs and deep inside me, or hearing the urgency in his groans. The utter and complete desire he had to possess me completely.
He began slamming into me, and I began crying out – unbelievable pleasure tinged with the tiniest bit of pain. But I was so turned on it didn’t matter. I only wanted more, deeper, faster, harder.
“Oh God, Lily, oh God, oh God,” he breathed into my ear, a frenzied whisper.
I began calling out his name over and over as my fingernails dug into his back, as my hands cupped that amazing ass, the muscles bucking under my palms as they pumped up and down, driving him deeper and deeper inside me.
A spark began glowing in my belly. It felt different than other times. It was growing and growing, heating up my hips with waves of pleasure I couldn’t contain, rippling up and down my spine. Every stroke of his shaft intensified the heat; every touch deep inside me fanned the flames, sending stronger and stronger vibrations out through my entire body.
Then he was slamming inside me double-time, triple-time, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I screamed for real this time as the dam inside me broke, and that heat burst like a tidal wave of ecstasy through every inch of my frame.
I think my screaming pushed him over the edge, because he lifted his head and bellowed. Through the haze of my deep, throbbing orgasm, I watched his face strain like he was caught somewhere between heaven and hell, agony and euphoria, and then I felt him grow bigger inside me – which I would have said was impossible until I felt it. Spasm after spasm as his thrusts gradually slowed and he came to a halt inside me, the pressure less now, though still more than I’d ever felt before tonight. He lowered his face back down and began kissing my cheek, my chin, my mouth.
My orgasm didn’t exactly stop so much as it ebbed away gradually, with tiny contractions continuing for almost a minute afterwards. As I kissed him softly, another little shudder would rack my body like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and I would feel myself involuntarily squeeze his thick shaft.
We continued that way for another few minutes, our damp skin sliding sensually against each other, our tongues brushing each other’s lips, until at last he said, “Don’t move.” His hand reached down to the base of his shaft – I trembled with another aftershock as I felt the tips of his fingers graze my swollen lips – and then he slowly pulled out as he gripped the bottom of the condom.
I was a little sad as I felt him slide out of me.
He bent down and kissed my breasts, my belly, and licked where my leg joined my body. I gasped.
He grinned. “Be right back,” he promised, and disappeared from the room.
He was back within seconds with a small trash can, a box of kleenex, and some bottled water from the fridge we’d seen earlier. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help watching him do the same, peeling the condom away and drying himself. By now he was pretty much limp, but even then he was bigger than anyone else I’d ever been with when they were fully erect.
And twice as arousing.
I could feel the heat building inside me again, and shivered the tiniest bit.
After we’d disposed of the trash, he unscrewed the bottles of water, handed one to me, and drank deeply of his. Then he laid down next to me, his warm, muscular frame pressed against my side.
His hands grazed my belly, gently cupped my breasts, played over the little landing strip of hair between my legs. I returned the favor, entranced as I traced the shadowy swells of his muscles beneath his brown skin.
“Turn over,” he growled.
I began to get a little worried. I’d seen just enough porno clips to be concerned about where this might be headed.
“Uh… why?”
The corners of his mouth turned up. “Just trust me.”
I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea… but I flipped over onto my stomach.
He began to caress my ass, to brush his fingers across the inside of my thighs, and to kiss the small of my back. He licked lightly from the base of my spine all the way up to between my shoulder blades, then kissed his way back down.
Aaaahhhh.
I closed my eyes and just let him do whatever he wanted. The post-orgasmic glow was still washing through my entire body, and Connor was slowly stoking it up into a rising flame again.
My brain was mostly mush at this point. I was totally in the moment, enjoying myself more than I could ever remember – and totally not thinking about what I’d just done.
Well, no, that’s not exactly right. I was thinking about all the pleasure and how amazing it had been.
I just wasn’t thinking about where I’d done it.
So his next words were like a punch to the gut.
“I bet when you came in this morning, you didn’t think you’d be having sex in the company boardroom.”
I could hear the grin in his voice, the naughty side I’d seen at play earlier.
But that’s not what hit me like a sledgehammer.
My eyes flew open and I bolted upright like I was in a horror movie.
“OH MY GOD!” I cried out, and not in pleasure this time.
Connor looked like I’d given him a heart attack. “What?! What is it?!”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe I did this!” I choked out as I jumped to my feet and gathered up my clothes as fast as I could.
He started laughing and lolled onto his back, his hands folded behind his head, like he was enjoying a lazy day at the beach.
Even in my state of panic, I couldn’t help but notice how incredible he looked – that broad chest, the rippling abs, his very large… uh, member lolling on his thigh.
“Stop. Come here,” he said, putting his hand up in the air and trying to catch my hand.
I wouldn’t allow myself to be caught. “I’m so going to get fired,” I whimpered as I pulled on my panties and then my bra.
“Nobody knows we’re here.”
“There are cameras!” I snapped.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled, like he liked that. “Reaaaally.”
“Well… not in here, but out in the receptionist area! Somebody could have seen us go in, and – ”
“And we’ll tell them we were drinking coffee. Come here,” he said, grabbing my ankle and trying to pull me to him.
I stepped away and slipped on my skirt. “It’s going to smell like – like sex!” I hissed, as though I were afraid someone might overhear me.
Then I went over and felt the floor. There was a wet spot.
“Oh God,” I moaned, and closed my eyes in pain.
“What?”
“It’s… it’s wet,” I said, barely able to bring myself to say it. “Where we had sex.”
Glug glug glug.
I looked down to see Connor very deliberately pouring out his bottled water on the carpet.
“Ooops,” he said. “Look at that. Spilled my water.”
“Cut that out!”
Connor grinned. “Where’s the woman I just had sex with? The wild and crazy one? I want her back.”
“She’s gone,” I snapped. “She just got replaced with the woman who realizes she’s probably going to get fired for this, and she still has three hours of reports to – ”
Oh no.
I pressed my palms to my eyes.
I still had to do all of Klaus’s crap and send it off to him.
I was already freaking out; there was no way I was going to be able to concentrate.
This was going to be a nightmare. I was going to be here all night.
Connor sighed, got to his feet, and looked around for his pants.
Even despite how miserable I was, I was able to at least take a moment’s solace in the play of shadows on his muscled body. And how other things… dangled… tantalizingly.
He pulled on his clothes. “You shouldn’t worry so much.”
“Easy for you to say. Your job isn’t on the line.”
“It’s a crappy job, Lily.”
“It’s the only one I’ve got.”
“You should get one you like,” he advised.
I wanted to strangle him. Here he was, advising me on a situation he’d created.
Well… we both created.
But still.
He was so relaxed, so unconcerned – so damn smug!
While he was finishing up, I washed our coffee cups in the sink, dried them off, and prayed no one would notice anything was amiss.
“Lily.”
I turned around to see him slouching sexily in the doorway, his jacket slung carelessly over his shoulder.
“What?”
He looked at me for a long moment, then shook his head. “Never mind.”
“What?!”
“Walk me down to my car?”
I crossed my arms and hugged myself, trying to keep away the panic.
I had been happier than I could ever remember just five minutes ago.
Now I was dealing with a rising tide of fear.
I had just had sex at work…
…in the company boardroom, where I wasn’t supposed to be…
…with a complete stranger I’d only known for two hours.
Not even two hours.
A gorgeous, charming stranger… but still.
Two hours.
On the boardroom floor.
For which I was absolutely, definitely, positively, without a question going to get fired.
This wasn’t me.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done.
On the other hand… it had been incredible…
I think a little smile crept onto my face without my realizing it.
“What?” Connor asked.
I came out of my reverie and looked at him.
“What were you thinking?” he prodded.
I sighed.
“That I wish I wasn’t freaking out, because…”
I paused.
“Because what?”
“…because I was having the best night of my life.”
I probably shouldn’t have said it.
He wasn’t going to call me.
I was just going to be a story he bragged about to his ‘bros’ at the gym. The chick he ‘banged’ in some other company’s boardroom after hours.
I knew I shouldn’t have told him.
But it was true.
A smile slowly crept onto his face as he stared into my eyes.
He held out his hand to me.
“Walk me down to my car?”