Overworked

by Dark Angel

  "I'd like to think inside of your box," he says with a smile and reaches over to run his fingers through my hair. His touch sends a shiver down my spine and it takes all of my resolve to not quiver under his strong fingertips. He senses this and drags his fingers gently across my lips. His hands then move down to my shoulders. He traces my collarbone and slowly runs his fingers down my bare arms. My entire body is tingling. I hook one of my own fingers on his belt loop and pull him into me. He gives me an intense gaze and everything that happened before—with Tina Ling and Liam Jeffries—melts away. The only thing that matters is this moment. Carter's touch sends a jolt of electricity through my core that makes me want to stay with him in this office forever. I reach up and rake my fingernails through his hair, and he reciprocates by placing his hand on my head. Suddenly, he grabs a chunk of my hair and pulls it back, exposing my neck and mouth, and he leans in, pressing his lips against mine. Our mouths open as we take each other in, our tongues pressed up against each other, twisting and flexing. I pull back slightly and nibble on his bottom lip. "More," I say, "Don't stop." Without a word, he grabs my hips and leans into me as he presses his mouth against mine for a second time. I feel an unconscious moan escape from my body as he brings his hands down to my breasts, cupping them in his palms. As he gives them a squeeze, my mind is reeling.

  I look at the clock real quick before surrendering myself to him.

  Four minutes and thirty seconds.

  I hate it when he’s right.

  Vivian

  The moment our lips touch, there’s no stopping us. Call it attraction, call it lust—as far as I’m concerned, you can call it whatever you want. The name doesn’t matter. What matters is that Carter’s hands are on my waist and he’s pulling me in, his body pressed against mine. Parting my lips, I slide my tongue inside his mouth; he mimics me and does the same, our tongues dancing around one another in lustful circles.

  How did I get to this point? First Liam, and now Carter. I should be a bridge between them, the one to fix the mess they pulled New York into. But here I am, kissing Carter days after letting Liam inside my hotel room. Instead of solving anything, it seems that I’m just making matters worse. And the worst part? I don’t care. Not now… It’s impossible. How can I worry when I’m kissing a man such as Carter, when I’m feeling his eager mouth pressed tight against my own?

  While we kiss, I press one hand against his chest and let it fall, my fingers sliding down his crisp white shirt until they meet his belt. I open my hand, trying to reach for the bulging in his pants, but moving in a blur, he grabs me by the wrist, stopping me. His grip is strong, and even though I fight against it, I just can’t free myself. Pulling back from our kiss, he looks me in the eye, a hard edge to his gaze.

  "On your knees," he tells me, the tone of his voice leaving no room for doubts or hesitation. Of course, that only makes me want to fight back harder. Who does he think he is to be bossing me around? I’m a Senator, not his secretary. Not one to take orders lightly, I try and grab his cock again.

  Holding my wrist even harder, he takes his other hand to my hair, and tangling his fingers in it, yanks hard, forcing me to throw my head back; then leaning into me, he presses his lips against my ear. "I said, on your knees," he repeats, carefully intoning each word. This time, there really is no maneuvering around his commands. Before I can even respond, my knees grow weak and I go down in front of him, my heart drumming so fast it might just explode.

  What am I doing, going down on my knees like a submissive little girl? I should be the one taking the lead! So why in the hell am I taking his words like gospel?

  "My belt. Take it off," he says, and I have to bite down on my lower lip so that I don’t snap back at him. Christ, what’s happening to me? And why am I growing so wet? My thong is already drenched and sticking to my skin, eager to please the man towering over me.

  "Why should I do what you say?" I finally manage to say, looking into his eyes.

  "You’ll do what I say," he responds, a grin dawning on his face. "Because if you do it, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined for other men." How can I possibly respond to that? I’m not one to run away from a challenge… And now he has me curious. Very, very curious. If he’s half as good as Liam, this is already worth the price of admission.

  "I’ll obey…" I tell him, licking my lips seductively. "But you better keep your end of the bargain."

  "You already know my track record, Vivian. I don’t break promises. Ever." That remains to be seen, but the tone of his voice exudes confidence. He really believes what he’s saying… And I’d bet a full year’s salary and my favorite purse on the fact that he knows how to walk the talk.

  Not taking my eyes off of his, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it, then pull it out from its loops. I throw it down on the floor hurriedly and wait for his next command. "Go on," he simply tells me, and my fingers move as if they have a mind of their own. I unbutton his pants eagerly, his cock tenting his tight boxer briefs. My eyes immediately dart to his long and thick shape, widening at the sight. God, I don’t know if he’s as good as Liam, but he sure as hell seems as big as him. No wonder these two are butting heads... These guys must have so much testosterone raging through their veins that it’s almost a wonder they can hold office. They were born in the wrong era—they should be Vikings and Kings, pillaging and plundering… They could pillage my house any time they wanted to, I’d be sure to be waiting for them.

  Gulping, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxers and tug them down, sending both pants and boxers flying to his ankles. My hands on his naked thighs, I look up to him, expectantly. He doesn’t say a word; he simply grabs his own cock, pushing it down and pointing it straight at my mouth. Moving his hips forward, he brushes his glans against my parted lips. I let my tongue out, scooping the few drops of precum glistening on his tip.

  "You want it bad, don’t you?" he asks me, almost as if he’s taking as much pleasure from having his cock on my lips as he is from teasing me. But it’s true; I do want his cock. I want to feel it inside my mouth, to measure it with my tongue and feeling it pushing against the back of my throat. I want to let him fuck my mouth so that I can imagine how it’s going to be like when he’s between my thighs, ravaging my soaking wet pussy.

  "I do… I want it bad," I finally say. This time I’m not saying it to please him. I’m saying it because it’s the truth. I want his cock so much that I feel my heart tight inside my chest, aching and anxious. "Give it to me," I ask him, anticipation taking hold of me. He tilts his head slightly, looking down at me with that devilish smile on hips, almost as if he’s waiting for me to continue speaking. Then, I finally do it. "Please," I add. It’s the magic word; the moment I utter it, he tangles his fingers in my hair, keeping my head in place as he pushes his massive cock between my lips and over my tongue, sliding it all the way in. He only stops when my lips are touching the skin around the base of his cock, my eyes locked on his. There’s hunger in his eyes; I can only imagine how much he wants to fuck me after seeing me like this, down on my knees with his cock deep inside my mouth.

  "Good girl," he says, sliding his cock out. Still keeping my head in place, he starts moving his hips back and forth, his cock moving at a steady growing rhythm. It doesn’t take long for him to be fucking my mouth eagerly, the wet sound of it coming and going making me grow even wetter. Swear to God, I used to be such a decent woman… I don’t know what it is with guys like Liam and Carter, but they bring out the worst—or should I say best? —in me.

  Eventually, Carter stops moving and allows me to take some control. I start bobbing my head back and forth, eagerly running my lips up and down his shaft. With one hand, I caress his heavy balls, feeling how big they are; like Liam, everything in Carter is plus-sized. Hey, I’m not complaining. Oh, no, far from it.

  Popping his cock out of my mouth, I let my tongue roam free over his shaft, and I go all the way down to his balls. Tilting my head sideway, I press my lips around them, suc
king one in. Rolling it around my mouth, I open wide and suck the other one in, almost struggling to get it inside. Satisfied, I go back from where I came, my tongue hiking all the way up his shaft.

  "Stand up," he says curtly, kicking off his shoes while he speaks. I go up to my feet, looking at him entranced as he starts to unbutton his own shirt. My eyes widen as his muscles reveal themselves to me—sweet Jesus, he isn’t a man… He’s a God! How the hell can a man be so gorgeous, so perfect? His muscles look like they belong on a statue carved by the best Renaissance masters. I just want to lean into him and run my tongue over his perfect abs.

  Letting his shirt fall down his arms, he then steps out of his pants and boxers, standing fully naked right in front of me. I want to attack, to jump on him and impale myself on his cock right away, but that’s not the dynamic we’ve built between the two of us, so I just stand still, my heart drumming a frenzied song against my ribcage.

  "Turn around," he tells me firmly. I do it, immediately turning on my heels. "Your dress," he simply says, confident that I can read in between the lines. And that’s exactly what I do: I take my hands to my shoulders and push the straps down, sliding the fabric down to my waist. I keep tugging on it, swaying my hips from side to side as the dress falls down my legs. Stepping out of it, I suddenly feel exposed, his eyes on my half-naked body while I can’t look at his perfect naked body.

  I shudder as I feel his touch on me, his fingertips running up my side and going all the way up to my back; his fingers moving along the back of my bra, he unhooks it, pushing the straps down. It falls easily, dropping to the floor as sweet electricity flies from my wet pussy to the tip of my hard nipples.

  His fingers go back down to the hem of my thong, and he traces its contour, going over my ass. Using only one finger, he moves it along between my ass cheeks, slightly pressing against the string of my thong. I’m so wet I don’t even know how I’m not moving. I just want to turn around, push him to the ground and ease myself down, flicking my thong to the side as I push his shaft past my folds.

  "Fuck me… Just fuck me already," I find myself saying, suddenly feeling desperate for his cock.

  "Such a dirty mouth…" he whispers into my ear, pressing his steel hard cock between my ass cheeks. "I like that, Vivian. I like that a lot." With his hands on my waist, he takes two steps forward, pressing my body against his desk. One forearm across my shoulder blades, he bends me over his desk. Leaning on my elbows, I throw a few papers he has on his desk to the floor but he barely notices it. Unable to restrain myself anymore, I start thrusting back, swaying my hips and grinding against his cock as my pussy burns with desire. I stroke him using my ass cheeks, moving up and down and feeling his cock pulsing against me in sweet desperation. He wants it as much as I do; I just know it.

  I half-expect him to simply flick my thong to the side and bury his cock into my pussy, but that’s not what he does. Instead he goes down to his knees, and then leans forward and grabs my thong with his teeth. Using only his mouth, he peels it off of me, sending it down my legs. Once I’m fully naked—I only have my heels on now—he places both his hands on my ass cheeks and spreads them wide. I feel him leaning in, and before I can even take one deep breath to ready myself, he flicks his tongue against my pussy. He runs it along my length, back and forth, moving it further in with each stroke.

  All of a sudden he presses his mouth harshly against me, sucking in with all his might. I moan loudly, momentarily forgetting where we are, or maybe I just don’t care that much right now. I close my eyes, picturing the sweet image someone would have if we were to be seen—Carter on his knees, his face pressed against my pussy and ass while I’m bent over his desk. I can already imagine a picture of this gracing the centerfold of a racy magazine. That’d be a riot—a Senator and a Governor, going at it as if sex was their middle name.

  His fingers are digging into my ass, my flesh molding to his hands as he sucks on me as harshly as he can. I’m moaning as if I needed it more than air, pleasure coursing through me with such violence that I just snap. I hiss through my gritted teeth, moving my forearms across his desk and sending whatever’s in the way tumbling to the floor. A lamp, papers and a legal tome—I don’t care, it all goes flying to the floor as I flail my arms, coming so hard that bright lights go off behind my shut eyelids.

  "You’re delicious," he says, pulling back from my pussy and going up to his feet. He’s behind me, his cock once again resting between my ass cheeks. He leans into me, kissing my neck, and the scent of my own pussy crawls up my nostrils, making me lose whatever trace of sanity I still held in my mind.

  Using my hands to push against the desk, I turn around as fast as I can, facing him. He seems surprised by it, his eyes widening, but it takes less than a heartbeat for a grin to grace his face.

  "Feisty, uh?" There’s also surprise in his voice, but the pleasant kind of surprise. He wants me to lose control… He wants me to rebel against his orders and teasing. And, by God, that’s exactly what I do.

  "Just fuck me already," I say, pressing my mouth against his and tasting my own pussy in his lips. My fingers trembling with anticipation, I curl them around his cock and sit up on the desk, pulling him into me and parting my legs so that his body fits between them.

  There’s no snappy comeback or command this time. He simply presses his glans over my folds and, with a simple thrust, slides it all the way in. I end our kiss, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips as his thickness stretches me wide. I’m still not sure how I can fit cocks like his inside of my pussy; they’re so thick that I feel his pulse against my insides, each slight spasm of his shaft sending shivers up my spine. If I keep seeing guys like Liam and Carter, my pussy is never going to be the same again.

  The rhythm of his thrusts doesn’t build up. There’s no crescendo or growing tempo; it simply explodes into existence, fierce and wild. He pounds me mercilessly; a cascade of moans tumbling out of my lips and bouncing off the walls. My pussy is burning up, his meaty cock ramming into me and making electricity pool in my muscles. Lacing my legs behind his back, I reel him in, my fingers clawing at his back.

  "Yes…" I moan, losing all control. "Oh, fuck, yes…" It was true; he’s as good as Liam, if not better. You can’t really compare stuff like this, but what do you want me to say? The two of them are just on a level of their own. I have to compare them.

  He grabs my hair, yanking on it and forcing my head back; leaning in, he starts nibbling at it, biting harshly. The sharp pain of his teeth on my skin climbs all the way up to my brain, blending in with the pleasure his cock is inflicting on my pussy. It’s the perfect cocktail, one that makes me drunk in sex and lust.

  "Oh, God! Fuck!" I shout, the electricity that pooled in my muscles is suddenly breaking free. It travels through my body, unleashing a violent orgasm. My muscles twitching, I succumb to ecstasy.

  "Come for me, Vivian… Come hard," he whispers into my ear, the sound of his voice amplifying the pleasure I’m feeling. God, even his voice is perfect. Deep and steady. Firm. He talks just like a man should talk. This is how I imagine the God Kings of old spoke, with a voice exactly like this. If Carter were more perfect than this he would have to be a dream, for sure…

  A growl climbing up my throat, I take my legs off of his back and place my hands on his chest. I push him back and he stumbles, his cock popping out of my pussy. Before he has the time to do anything, I climb down from the desk and go up to my feet. I don’t know what happens, but something takes over me and I take one step forward, jumping up and into him. He reacts fast, grabbing me by the ass while I cross my legs on his back, my arms going over his shoulders; stumbling as he picks me up, he goes back until his back is against the wall.

  I don’t even allow him a second’s rest; I ease myself down on his cock and start jumping up and down as fast as I can, impaling myself on his member. I press my forehead against his, staring at him with a wicked grin on my lips.

  "You kept your end of the bargain," I tell him between
breaths, struggling to get the words out. "You do know how to handle a woman."

  "Did you ever doubt it?" he says, grinning back at me as he starts to thrust, the rhythm of his thrusts matching the one of my jumping motion.

  "Not anymore," I respond, my mouth on his again as we start to kiss, our tongues battling as we surrender to the frenzied movement of both our bodies.

  Carter keeps fucking me as if he couldn’t tire out, his hips moving so fast I can’t help but wonder how he can even move like this. God, he’s a politician, not a super athlete, and yet, he looks like one. And fucks better than one too.

  His outstretched fingers caress the space between my cheeks, and suddenly, he moves his index finger, placing it right above my asshole. I gasp as he slides it in, my insides burning up at once. That’s all that it takes for me to come again, my twitching body ready to collapse; if he wasn’t holding me, I’d just fall down onto the floor, convulsing as if I were having a seizure. Well, I guess I’m having a seizure… One of pure unbridled ecstasy.

  "God… This was… This was…" I can’t even speak. Even if I could, I don’t even know what I would say.

  "God? There’s no God around these parts… Only me," he whispers, carefully putting me down on the floor. I keep my arm around his neck and I pull him down; he goes on his knees and then I push him back. Somehow, I’m still capable of moving. I climb on top of him, straddling as I grab his cock and angle it toward my pussy. Rubbing it against my folds, I ease myself down on top of it, letting my body fall on his cock like a feather. How am I even still conscious? With this quantity of hormones raging through me, I’m actually surprised I haven’t passed out yet.

  Swaying my hips over his body, I ride him as if this is the last time I’m ever going to be with a man. Because, hell, if neither Liam nor Carter ever fuck me again, I’m really going to be ruined for other men. And if that happens… Screw it; it was totally worth it. Even if this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, I’m overjoyed that I have the chance. And I’m not letting it go to waste, that much I can promise you.