"Oh, my God,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
"You like that?” he asked, his fingers going deeper.
She nodded, squirming in her chair and tilting her hips toward him so his fingers could slide even deeper inside her.
He yanked up her skirt with one hand so it bunched at her hips and pulled her chair closer. Now she was only inches from his face. His mouth.
He thrust his fingers in and out, and she glanced down at herself, watching those fingers glistening with her juices. She wanted to come at the sight of it.
"Spread yourself with your fingers,” he commanded.
"What?” Her voice shook, her entire body shaking in anticipation of the orgasm that built within her as she watched his fingers move.
He looked up, his blue green eyes blazing straight through her, and whispered, “Spread yourself open for me, Sommer."
She reached down and did as he asked, using the tips of her fingers to hold herself open, exposing herself completely to him, her clit throbbing for his touch. “Like this?” she asked. She'd never done anything like it before.
"Just like that,” he murmured as his lips latched onto her clit, sucking, his fingers still thrusting inside of her. He licked at her fingers, sucking them deep into his mouth before returning to her clit. That was all it took. The waves of her orgasm took over in an instant, and she tensed against his face, her butt practically sliding out of the chair. His hands came up to grasp her buttocks, holding her to him, his mouth continuing its ministrations as she came, shuddering against him.
She slumped in the chair, amazed at what had just happened. Less than one minute of him going down on her and she'd come like she'd never come before in her life. She'd definitely taken control of her orgasm tonight, she thought dazedly. Well, with some assistance.
Ted pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs, his lips gentle and his hands still cupping her buttocks. Sommer glanced down at him, watching his lips press against the soft flesh of her inner thigh and she realized she wanted him again. Wanted to feel him take her. Against her desk. Just like Noura had described.
"You're amazing,” he murmured against her skin, his hot breath making her tremble with need all over again.
"So are you,” she said, and he looked up at her, his beautiful gaze meeting hers. “I bet we'd be even more amazing ... together."
His eyes glowed like blue-green fire, and he stood up, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her up with him. His fingers went to her shirt and started unbuttoning it. She did the same for him, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. A light amount of dark hair swirled between his pectoral muscles, and her mouth went dry at the sight of it. She spread her hands over his hot flesh, ran them over his flat stomach, her fingers following the trail of dark hair that led down to the waistband of his pants and beyond. She started to undo the button.
He yanked her shirt out of her skirt and hurriedly undid it, pushing it down and off of her arms. She stood before him in her plain beige bra, wishing she had on something sexier, anything but the practical piece of lingerie she wore so often, but he didn't seem to care. He reached around and undid the clasp and her breasts sprang free, her dusky nipples hard and begging for his touch.
"Turn around,” he murmured, and she did so, with shivers racing up her spine. She heard him push off his pants and let them drop to the floor, heard the tiny rip of a packet being opened and she imagined him slipping on the condom, wishing she could do it. She desperately wanted to get her hands on him.
Sommer turned her head to look over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of his erect penis. Oh, my. She'd never had one so—big. She licked her lips in anticipation and he caught her, his eyes as hungry as she felt.
"Bend over the desk,” he ordered. His voice was smooth as silk.
She did so, gripping the farthest edge of the desk with trembling fingers. His hands smoothed over her bare ass, his leg moving between hers to spread her wider for him. And then his big cock was probing her body, seeking entry. She wiggled her ass at him and he gripped her hips. Then he plunged deep inside her.
Sommer wanted to scream at the sensation. He slid in and out of her slowly, going deeper with each move. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, trying to control herself.
"Say something, Sommer,” he whispered, gently pulling at her shoulders so she lifted up and braced her hands on the desk. He increased his pace. “You know you want to."
Oh, she did—but she'd never felt comfortable saying anything during sex. A little moan here, a little sigh there, but that was it. She was too self-conscious.
His hands came up to cup her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples, and she threw her head back with a long sigh. His thrusts quickened and her fingers curled around the front of the desk. She'd never done it this way before. The men she'd been with in the past were rather unimaginative, usually preferring sex in the standard positions. Certainly not standing up with him entering her from behind, in her office after hours. No, this situation was unusual to say the least.
He pinched one nipple, and she gasped. It hurt and yet felt wonderful at the same time. “Talk to me, Miss Daniels. Does this feel good?"
Sommer nodded, gasping again as he pinched her other nipple. “Yes."
"How about this?” He pulled his cock nearly all the way out of her before surging inside of her again. “Does that feel good?"
"Oh, yes,” she whispered, another orgasm heading her way. She'd had no idea she was multi-orgasmic until now. Good to know.
"You feel good,” he whispered in her ear, his hands sliding up to grasp her shoulders from behind. “Your skin's so soft, your pussy's so tight—I want to come.” He thrust hard inside of her as if to make his point. “Right now."
She bit down on her lip and nodded, encouraging him. “Please. Faster."
"Like this?"
Oh, yes. Just like that. His rhythm was quick as lightning, and she moved with him as much as her position allowed. She was going to come, really she was. She could feel it, she was right there, right on the edge, oooooh—
Sommer moaned as her orgasm overtook her. Still shivering, she felt Ted surge inside of her as he came, shouting her name. She collapsed on top of the desk, pressing her naked chest to its flat surface, her breath coming in funny little hitches. He was still inside her, his hands smoothing over her bare butt and she swore her pussy started to tingle when he touched her. Good Lord. Could the man make her come again? He'd probably have to carry her out on a stretcher if he tried.
Ted slipped out of her, and the sound of the condom coming off and the thud of it hitting the trash can rang in her ears. She suddenly felt dirty and very, very naked. This should never have happened. Her face red, she searched for her clothes, yanked her skirt back down, and slipped on her bra, fumbling with the clasp.
Ted scrambled to get dressed as well. He turned his head, and caught her looking at him. He raised an eyebrow. “Regrets?"
Her expression must have said it all, because Ted chuckled and shook his head. “I don't regret it,” he said. “And I don't think you should, either."
"This has never happened to me before—Ted.” She shook her head and met his eyes. “You don't look like a Ted at all. Is Theodore your real name?"
He grimaced and ran a hand through his dark hair, causing a stray lock to flop over his forehead. She yearned to push it back, but held herself in check.
"Yeah."
Sommer nodded with a smile. “Theodore it is, then. You look much more like a Theodore than a Ted."
"Do I?” He blew out a loud breath. “Well, okay. If the woman I just had mind blowing sex with wants to call me Theodore, I'm not going to protest."
"Really? It was mind blowing for you, too?"
"Yeah, it definitely was.” He paused. “When can I see you again?"
This was awkward. What did a woman say to a guy, practically a stranger, who screwed her brains out and then wanted to see her again? He probably thought she
was loose and would give it up whenever he wanted it. And when it came to him, he would be right. After that incredible explosion otherwise known as sex, she would give it to him whenever he wanted it. But they couldn't continue this, since it would go nowhere. Fast. “I don't know if that's a good idea."
Ted quirked his lips, nodded, and pushed away from the desk. “Sure, I understand. Thanks for the mind blowing fuck, Miss Daniels. I'll see you later."
Sommer flinched at his choice of words. “Thank you for fixing my computer, Theodore,” she called as he walked out of her office, the sound of her voice echoing in the silence. He'd sounded mad, almost upset. Had she hurt his feelings? He had to know that what had just happened couldn't be considered serious. It certainly didn't warrant another get together between them. Better to just end it now and enjoy it for what it was, and phrase it what he called it—the most amazing fuck of her life.
Somehow, that didn't make her feel any better.
Chapter Three
Ted sat at his receptionist's desk and stared at the list of phone numbers she had tacked up on her small bulletin board. Every business in the building was on it, including sexy Miss Daniels’ advertising agency. It would be so easy to pick up the phone, dial the number, and ask for her. He could whisper something into the receiver and hope she'd respond in kind.
Ah, shit. He couldn't stop thinking about her. How delicious she tasted, how her tight pussy had clenched around him. How buttoned up and prim she looked, but with one touch of his hand on her knee, she'd become a wanton woman. He wanted to experience that again. Wanted to mess up that nice, neat little facade she had going until she gasped his name when the orgasm he gave her shook her to the very core of her being.
She didn't seem to know who he was, which he found refreshing. He was so tired of women chasing after him because he'd done something successful with his life, had a little money, and the potential to make even more. He felt like every woman he came across was on the prowl, looking for a way inside of his heart or more likely, into his pocket. He had a feeling Sommer thought he was just some anonymous employee from the IT place. Certainly not the owner of the company. Just some random guy she happened to let slide his hands up her thighs.
God, she was hot. One look at those blue panties, and he'd been a goner. She'd left her legs spread open so he could look his fill, and that had pushed him right over the edge, although he had a feeling she hadn't done it on purpose. Just the sight of her, though, made him do something he'd never done before. Touch a woman he barely knew in a most intimate place, and the way she'd responded—
"Hello, Theodore."
Her soft voice wafted over him, and he wondered for a moment if he'd conjured her up in his imagination. But no. There stood Miss Sommer Daniels in the flesh, right in front of the desk. Her hair was up in its usual no nonsense style, revealing her long neck. She wore a sleeveless black jacket, its buttons straining from the press of her luscious breasts. The matching skirt she wore was short, revealing her long, long legs, and her feet were ensconced in some sort of strappy sandals that made him long to suck her toes. He didn't even get off on sucking toes. Hell, she aroused him in ways he'd never experienced before.
"Miss Daniels. Fancy meeting you here.” He tried to keep his tone light and unaffected, but he was thrilled she'd showed up at his office—looking for him.
She glanced around and came to lean her arms on the raised desktop. That put her chest in line with his vision, her breasts plumped by her positioning, and revealing a hint of cleavage. He wanted to lean over and run his tongue along that tantalizing view, to tear open her jacket to see if she wore the same sensible bra she'd had on yesterday.
"Is this your normal desk?” she asked with a teasing smile.
He shook his head. “No, just looking something up.” Your phone number.
She did one more perusal of the office. “Where is everyone?"
"Out to lunch."
"Why aren't you?"
He shrugged. “Brought my own."
"When will they be back?"
He glanced at the clock, then at her. Sommer's cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide. She was completely turned on. Oh, yeah. “Around one."
"Well, it's your lucky day, then.” Sommer nodded and licked her lips. “Because I decided I'd bring you lunch."
"Really?” He cocked an eyebrow and watched her slowly come around the desk. “What, exactly, did you bring for me to eat, Miss Daniels?"
"Me,” she whispered, her fingers moving to the front of her jacket, unbuttoning one. Two. All the buttons. Revealing her full breasts, barely restrained by her pale pink lace bra. It was much more revealing than yesterday's lingerie. His mouth went dry at the sight of her.
"And what do you plan on having for lunch?” He could barely get the question out, what with the way she was looking at him, walking toward him like she was going to gobble him up. He had a feeling he already knew the answer.
"You,” she said, crouching down so that she was at crotch level. She reached out and brushed her fingers over the fly of his khaki pants. His cock strained against the fabric. She smiled wickedly. “Take off your pants."
God, she looked hot kneeling in front of him, her jacket open, her breasts moving in tandem with her fast breathing, straining against the confines of the thin lace of her bra. He wasted no time shucking off his pants, boxers, shoes, and socks, so he sat in the chair fully naked from the waist down. Her eyes widened at the sight of his larger than life cock—truly, he'd never been this hard before—and she lifted her gaze to his.
"I know this probably sounds cliché, but I've never done anything like this before ... to go down on a complete stranger during my lunch hour,” she admitted, licking her lips. Her fingers found his stiff erection.
He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her slim fingers wrapped so neatly around him. “Neither have I."
Sommer smiled and slid her hand slowly up and down. “I can't stop thinking about you."
"I can't stop thinking about you, either.” Oh, God, her hand had slipped down to his balls, cupping them briefly before moving back up to his eager cock. He breathed a sigh of relief when she started stroking him again.
"You helped me take control of my orgasms,” she murmured, her thumb sliding up and over the head, smearing the little drop of semen that had collected at the tip. He groaned and dropped his head back against the chair.
What the hell was she talking about? “I helped you do what?"
She smiled and came up further on her knees, resting her hands on his thighs as she gazed up into his face. “You helped me gain control of my orgasms. Or at least, you gave me a couple of great orgasms. You're helping me release my inner vixen."
He'd gladly help her release the inner vixen even more. “Glad I could be of service, Miss Daniels."
"Now it's my turn to be of service to you,” she whispered, and then bent her head so her mouth hovered above his dick. “I locked the front door."
"Thank God.” He groaned, just waiting for that delectable mouth of hers to take him inside. He clenched his thighs in anticipation, and reached out and pulled the pins from the back of her head. Her thick brown hair fell all around her, to the middle of her back and around her face like a curtain. A surprised gasp escaped her lips and she glanced up at him, her eyes big.
"You're so beautiful.” Why didn't she wear her hair down more often? Of course, if she did he'd be even more tempted to jump her bones, and he didn't know if that was possible.
She bent back down and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking him gently before sliding down the entire length of him. His fingers curled into her hair, holding her as she bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling, her slim hand coming up to grasp the base of his cock. She was good at this, he thought, watching her glistening lips slide up and down on him, her hair falling like a thick curtain around him. Too good. He felt like he could shoot off like a rocket in her mouth. He smoothed back her hair so he could see her bett
er and she stopped, her eyes meeting his.
"Do you like it?” she asked.
Hardly able to speak, he nodded. No other woman had ever asked if he liked it. They just assumed he did—which was true, of course.
"You taste good.” Her tongue darted out to lick him.
His hands clenched in her hair. “I want to be inside you."
"I want to make you come this way."
"No.” Ted shook his head. “I want to come inside you."
Her entire mouth wrapped around his head, sucking hard, her tongue swirling. “I want you to come in my mouth,” she whispered around him.
Fuck. No way. If he listened to her much more, let her do what she was doing so well, he would definitely come in her mouth whether he wanted to or not. And he didn't want to. Not this time. He sat up, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her off him. “Miss Daniels, you're awfully bossy."
"And you're awfully pushy.” She stood, her lips still slick from sucking him, her nipples like hard little points straining against the lace of her bra. He stood also, reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands.
"Let's go into my office,” he whispered, his thumbs moving over her nipples.
She followed him into the room, gasping with delight when she looked around. A skeptical eyebrow went up.
"This is your office?” she asked as he shut the door.
He'd forgotten she thought he was some lowly IT geek, not the owner of the company. He wondered if that was part of his appeal. Doing a little slumming. “My boss’ office,” he lied, immediately feeling bad. He didn't want to lie, but hell, this was just a fling. What did he have to lose? And why was he trying to convince himself it wasn't a problem?
"Nice,” she murmured. “Now, Mr. Pushy, where were we?"
"Well, I was right here.” He curved his hands around her breasts again, dipping his fingers beneath the lace to touch her warm, welcoming flesh. She closed her eyes and surged against him. “I was going here next."
He slid one hand down to grasp at the hem of her skirt, yanking it up to seek out her pussy. He found it all right, completely naked beneath her clothing. His dick jerked as he caressed her.
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