And the next thing would be my jeans, and I really didn’t want that to happen.
I still had to walk through a gaggle of bikers and their women. And I didn’t think for a second that they wouldn’t notice.
“I said lick,” he growled, pulling on my hair again.
His other hand was holding his cock out of my face, allowing him to watch my eyes and mouth.
I could see his cock hardening out of the corner of my eye, but my gaze stayed on Silas’.
His were hard and unbending.
My eyes narrowed, and in an act of defiance I sucked.
He hissed and yanked back hard on my hair.
“Bitch,” he growled.
Removing his balls from my mouth, he replaced it with his cock.
His now hard cock.
Really hard.
I choked on it the moment he got four inches into my mouth.
I wasn’t an expert at giving blow jobs.
Turns out I had a hell of a gag reflex.
Something Silas had been battling for a while now.
This time, though, he didn’t care that he was making me gag.
He was forcing his hard cock into my mouth, causing my eyes to water.
I was surprised that I really liked this side of him.
How he was forcing me to take him.
It was almost like he was forcing me to enjoy it, too.
He’d always been so careful with me, afraid that it’d scare me off.
And I’d wanted more from him, but I had no clue how to tell him that I wanted more, I wasn’t even sure what exactly the more was that I wanted.
Apparently, Silas knew, though, because he was giving it to me right then.
“Suck me,” he said.
Keeping my eyes on him, I started to suck.
I wasn’t sure how hard to suck, though.
Hard? Soft?
Soft like I would suck on a Popsicle, or hard like a vacuum?
I went with medium…like I would work a straw while drinking a milkshake.
Which apparently was the right choice because he growled his approval.
“Good girl,” he said, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth now, using my hair as leverage.
I hummed.
His grip tightened.
After a few long moments of this, I suddenly found myself picked up then face down on his desk.
“The door,” I said, hearing the song change as he ripped my jeans down over my ass.
I looked up at the door nervously, trying to recall whether I’d locked it or not.
But that was quickly forgotten when the drawer beside my hips opened and I heard the distinct crinkle of a condom wrapper. The sight of him sliding it down his hard length wiped all thoughts of whether or not the door was locked right out of my mind.
My shirt was quickly shoved up over my shoulders and was now pooling around my neck. I felt his cock brush against me as it lined up with my entrance right before he slammed inside.
“You didn’t care about the door earlier when you were trying to use your mouth on me to get me to talk. Don’t worry about it now, either,” he ordered, pushing his length in and out of me so forcefully that I was fairly sure my hips would be bruised in the morning where they were connecting with the edge of the desk.
My head fell forward until my forehead was resting against the large calendar on his desk that had Silas’ manly scrawl scratched all over it.
My breasts were rubbing deliciously against the edge of the calendar, making my nipples pebble and harden with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I hissed, feeling my orgasm start to build.
Silas growled.
Then the door opened.
I looked up into the startled face of some woman I’d never met before in my life, mouth open as my orgasm crashed through me.
My eyes closed of their own volition, and I vaguely heard Silas’ snap at the woman, but I was too engrossed in the way my orgasm was poured over me like warm, melted butter to care about anyone else.
My hands clenched the edge of the desk, and my toes curled in my ballet flats.
My head turned so I could breathe, and my stomach muscles started to burn.
Silas grunted loudly behind me, and his thrusts became even rougher until he stilled.
His cock started to pulse and jump inside of me, and the hands on my hips clenching them so roughly that I knew I’d be sporting bruises there.
I was coming down off a high from an orgasm that nearly converted my religion to anything that worshipped Silas Mackenzie as a God, so I didn’t really care that I’d looked like a trauma victim at that moment in time.
“Told you,” I said after long moments.
“Told me what, darlin’?” He asked.
My eyes were heavy as I said, “That we should’ve locked that door.”
He laughed as he pulled out of me, and I stayed where I was draped over the top of his desk.
“You know,” he said. “I already have a hard enough time thinking about you when I’m working. Now all I’ll be able to think about is you bent over the desk.”
I laughed and stood, my vagina deliciously sore from Silas’ rough use.