I gasped, unable to move my arms. I was completely at his mercy. His mouth slid down my neck, leaving a trail of dampness. The air in the room brushed over the damp skin and sent shivers down my spine. His hands held my arms down as he bent and kissed the spot between my cleavage.
He kissed over my breasts and down my stomach before dropping to his knees. I couldn’t. I would never be able to stay standing. He released my arms and reached behind me to unzip my skirt. I barely managed to stay on my feet as he pulled the skirt down. He jerked down my panties and, with no warning, pressed a kiss against my heated core.
I cried out, my knees buckling. His hands went to my hips and held me upright while he used his tongue to bring me to orgasm. I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs felt like jelly. He lowered me to the floor of his office. It was just a little awkward to be lying on the floor. He crawled up my body, showering my body with kisses.
He kissed me, nudging my legs open with his knee. I heard a wrapper being torn. There was no hesitation as he slipped inside me. His cock stretched and filled me. He felt much larger than usual. It was an iron shaft being pushed inside me. I cried out his name and arched my back.
“Damn, why can’t I get enough of you?” he growled. “You make me feel like a teenage boy. A rutting buck. I can’t get deep enough. Why?”
He sounded angry. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. My legs wrapped around his waist and tugged him deeper inside me. “I need you,” I moaned.
I felt vulnerable. I was almost completely exposed to him. Not my naked body, but me. A part of me that I tried to hide from the world. He thrust once and then again. My back rubbed against the floor, sliding a few inches. His knees dug in beside me.
“I want a fucking bed,” he growled. “I want to fuck you in a bed, dammit. Why am I giving myself rug burns?”
I laughed but it was quickly gone when he thrust again. He sounded angry and frustrated. “Me too,” I gasped.
“What?”
“Rug burns,” I said.
“Shit,” he muttered. In a flash, he rolled to his back and dragged me on top of him. I hated the absence of him from my body. I clamored to get him back inside me, sliding down the full length of him and groaning with a satisfied moan once I was settled.
He reached out and grabbed my shirt. “Lift,” he ordered.
I had no idea what he was asking. When he tapped my knee, I lifted it. He stuffed the shirt under my knee before sitting up with nothing but the strength of his abdominal muscles. His cock shifted inside me. I cried out, my back arching as my head dropped back. He jerked off his shirt the rest of the way and put it under my other knee.
“Thanks,” I said with a smile. “That was very thoughtful. But now your back is going to get rubbed raw.”
He wrapped his arms around me, his face almost perfectly lined up with my breasts. “I’m going to stay just like this, and you are going to ride me.”
I wiggled a bit, finding just the right spot. “Ready?” I teased.
“Born ready.”
I held his face in my hands and kissed him. I rotated my hips, going up and then sliding back down. I was looking for my rhythm while enjoying the exploration of the way our bodies fit together. “So good,” I whispered and dropped my mouth to his shoulder.
“You have to move faster,” he whispered. “I’m dying here.”
“Shh, I’ve got you handled. I’m going to give you the best ride of your life.”
“I don’t know if I can handle it,” he answered.
I couldn’t get close enough. I unfolded my legs and then wrapped them around him. It got me just a little closer. “You can handle anything,” I told him.
I rode him in a sensual, slow manner. I thought I wanted it fast and hard, but this was so much better. It was the kind of sex that changed a person. I knew I would struggle to ever enjoy another man like this. I slid up and down his body. The orgasm was coming on strong, but it was more of a slow, deep burn. It started in my toes. Every muscle clenched as my body tightened around him.
His breathing changed. He sucked in shallow breaths, like he couldn’t catch his breath. “Oh god,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”
I kissed him until the floodgates opened. There wasn’t any shouting or cries of pleasure as we climaxed. It was far more intimate. I held him close. I felt his heartbeat pounding against my chest. Neither of us spoke. We simply held each other.
“Come to dinner tomorrow,” I said.
He leaned back and looked up at me. “Where?”
“My house.”
“You want me to go to dinner at your house? Will Jace be there?”
“Yes, he does live there,” I teased.
He bit my chin. “Don’t be a smartass. Are you sure you want me to do that?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t you tell me to stay away?” he asked.
I sighed. “I did. I said I was sorry.”
“And then you went down on me,” he said with a laugh. “That’s one hell of an apology. Is there anything else you’ve done that you should apologize for?”
I laughed and tapped his nose with my fingertip. “I don’t think so. What about you? Should you be apologizing for something?”
“I’ll go down on you anytime you want,” he said with a smile.
I felt myself blushing. “Stop.”
I climbed off him and slowly got to my feet. I started the hunt for my clothes. I picked up my blouse that was basically a ruined and wrinkled mess.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “But when you do that to a man, you have to know things are going to get wild.”
I laughed. “I’ll remember that next time and wear tearaway clothing.”
“Or save us both some trouble and just be naked.”
I winked. “Noted.”
“So, everyone left early, huh?”
“It was only an hour,” I told him. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“Desperate, huh?”
“You know what I mean. I felt bad for the way I acted.”
“Did you?” he said. “Do you still?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you trying to get another blowjob?” I joked.
He shrugged. “If you’re offering.”
“I’m not. I need to get home. You’ll come by tomorrow night?”
“Yes. What time?”
I thought about it. I wouldn’t have time to make a decent meal after I got out of work. Jace couldn’t stay up late on a school night. “Six,” I said. “I’ll pick up a lasagna if that works.”
“You’re not going to make me a homecooked meal?” he said with a fake pout.
“I’m not Mary Poppins. My boss is a slavedriver. I don’t get off until five. I have to pick up Jace and go home. I can’t wiggle my nose and make a lasagna in fifteen minutes.”
“Why don’t I pick something up?” he said.
“No, I invited you to dinner. Maybe one day I’ll cook for you, but that is not tomorrow.”
“Deal. I’m going to hold you to it.”
I smiled and pulled on my shoes. “I have to go.”