Oh. Didn’t seem too bad after all. He kneeled in front of her, and his nearness to her privates sent a shiver through her. Smiling, he thrust the egg into her, then pulled up her undies and pants. At first, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable. The inserted vibrator didn’t hurt but the awareness confused her. What should she do? Would people notice if she walked funny? What if it fell when she talked to a superior or a guest?
“Oh, I forgot one thing,” he said, and slipped his hand into her pants.
She leaned against the desk, and he touched the device, activating it. She drew in a breath. The miniature baseball pulsed against her slick walls in a steady rhythm. A moan fled her lips, and she pulled him to herself. “God, Graham.”
He kept moving the egg, inserting it deeper into her. She humped his hand, her clit throbbing and her nipples already painfully hard. “You like it?”
She’d prefer his cock inside her, but yeah, this was fun too. “Come here, baby,” she said, her lips almost brushing his. “Help me out. I need to come.”
He pulled her hair a bit so she was close enough to his mouth. She could feel his breath on her as he spoke, and the little hairs at the back of her neck seared. His eyes gleamed with desire. He moved the egg a little bit more, and she whimpered. “Dirty girl.”
“And you’re a dirty old man.”
“That’s why you want me.”
She slipped out her tongue in hopes of licking his lip, desperate like a thirsty wanderer in the African desert would be for water. He withdrew a bit, and tugged at her hair a bit more, causing a frisson to go through her scalp. She moaned.
“You’ll keep this on all day. Thinking of me. And at the end of your shift, go to my office and I’ll remove it for you.”
Damn it. All day? “What if I remove it myself?”
“You can if you need to go to the bathroom. But otherwise it needs to be pulsing in your pussy. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. And don’t touch yourself and don’t make yourself come by clenching your thighs,” he said in a bossy tone.
What? She quivered. “Not fair.”
“It’ll be worth it.” He removed his finger from her sex and took it into his mouth. “God. I can’t wait to eat your pussy later with your sweet juices drenching from my mouth.”
She bobbed her head, high on arousal. Her gaze slid down to the bulge in his pants. “What about you? Are you going to touch yourself?”
He scratched his chin. “I can’t walk around with a hard-on. You know, you just gave me an idea. Get on your knees and open your mouth.”
She did as instructed. When she kneeled, the egg pushed further into her, making her yet more aware and prickly.
He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
She parted her lips, and he traced her line with the thick tip of his cock. During the weekend she hadn’t had the chance of sucking him again because they either screwed a lot or he buried his face in between her legs. But now, for some reason, he seemed adamant about her sucking him—which would be no sacrifice.
She licked the underside of his length, and the veins throbbed. She could feel the rush of blood surging through them and a sense of pride expanded in her chest. He wanted her badly. Did he behave like this with his previous lovers? She wasn’t sure—and didn’t want to ask and sound whiny.
He threw back his head, and she clenched his cock in her hands and sucked him just like the other time—up and down, her hands stroking him in the same direction. A growl parted his lips. “Baby, I’m so hot for you I’m not going to wait long. Fuck, Kate. See what you do to me,” he said, and for the first time during sex his voice trembled.
She intensified her sucking, and with one hand squeezed his smooth, heavy balls. That did it. He pulled her hair to keep her in place, and started to thrust his cock into her quickly, almost violently. She loved when he took control like this because she would gladly give it to him. She repeated the motion a few times, each time shoving his cock deeper into her. She would have moaned but his massive cock occupied every corner of her mouth. With a groan, he spilled himself into her, and one jerky spasm marked his orgasm.
“Yeah, baby, drink it all,” he egged her on as she caught a few drops dripping down his length. “You’re thirsty for my cum, aren’t you, greedy girl? You want more?”
“I always want more.” She smacked her lips and stood upright, smoothing her pants. No one would know about her dirty little secret. She smiled at him, and popped her head out of the door to make sure no one walked by the moment she left.
“Go first, Kate. I’ll wait a couple of minutes and leave,” he said, zipping himself up. “I’ll see you later, in my office.”
“Your friend Jacob called you a couple of times,” Sheri said, when Graham strode past her desk.
“I’ll call him back. Thanks,” he said, and closed the door of his office. Usually, he left it open but now he needed all the space he could get. He popped his knuckles. What the fuck was wrong with him?
The image of sweet Kate, whose mouth he’d just boldly fucked came to his mind, and he reached to his collar even though it didn’t restrain him. Then why did his neck pulse and he could hardly breathe?
Kate’s what’s wrong with me. Not because of anything she’d done, but shit, he took things too far. He rubbed the back of his neck, desperate to alleviate some kinks. Whenever she came in play he didn’t think straight. Earlier in the morning, he’d seen from a distance the way her coworker looked at her, like a puppy in love.
And Graham had experienced an emotion he’d always considered superfluous—jealousy. He could have more money than he knew what to do with and looks that had women turning their heads, but the geeky awkward receptionist was her age. And he didn’t even know her father—Aaron had a lot more advantages to date her than Graham.
Such sentiment had evoked a need in him to claim her. To prove to himself and to her she was his for the duration of her training. He’d gone to a sex shop and bought the egg since he couldn’t control his crazy pull toward her or change their situation, at least he could own her libido.
He marched to his console and grabbed the aged bottle of scotch. He poured himself a generous amount and gulped it down. The rich liquid burned down his throat, and he enjoyed the smoky aftertaste. His cell phone rang on his desk, and he glanced at the screen. Jacob.
He sighed. If he didn’t answer, his friend would find it strange. They usually chatted a couple of times a week, and he had managed to avoid him for days. Before he pondered too long, he grabbed the device and held it against his ear. “Hello.”
“Hi Graham. What have you been up to?”
You don’t want to know. With the heavy weight of guilt pushing his shoulders, Graham plopped down his chair. “Sorry man, I’ve been very busy.”
“I can imagine. How’s Kate doing?”
Graham cleared his throat. I’m a son of a bitch. He’d always been a son of a bitch but never to Jacob—and now he managed to screw the one relationship he shouldn’t have. His heart tightened like he put on a wetsuit two sizes too small. Should he tell him? No. If he told him to clear his conscience, he’d make things worse for Kate and betray her trust. What could Jacob gain by knowing, except more gray hairs and resentment? “She’s doing great. She’s settled in and everyone enjoys having her.”
“Good. I knew I could trust you when I asked you to give her a chance.”
“Listen, Jay—
“I mean it. I have no idea why she wants to go to Switzerland for an entire year. It’ll be hard to keep an eye on her over there, though I’m considering asking Marjorie to go visit her for a longer period of time,” Jacob said.
Graham detected a pang of condescendence in his voice and didn’t like any of it. “She’s an adult. I don’t think she needs her older sister to babysit her. You need to give her more credit,” he said. Maybe he sucked for using her free will to justify her choosing him.
No. He shoved his fingers into his hair, finding no relief or distraction in running them through his hair.
Jacob snorted on the other end of the line. “Don’t you remember the kind of bad decisions twenty year olds can make?”
Graham cleared his throat. Of course he did—though he hadn’t had time for too many wrong choices when he’d been her age. “Yes, but they’ll be her choices. Good and bad decisions.”
“As a parent, my job is to keep her from as many bad decisions as I can manage,” Jacob said steadily.
Graham stood from his seat, and paced the floor. For a moment he almost didn’t feel guilty for banging Jacob’s daughter. “I’d think your job would be to support her decisions, and not make them for her.”
“You don’t have kids, man. You don’t understand.”
Did he need kids to know right from wrong? He jammed his hand into his pocket, his body oozing fidgety tension. “Agree to disagree. I still think she’s a smart woman who deserves more credit.”
“I’m glad to know she’s acting in such a way over there to make you believe she only makes good choices.”
God. Why hadn’t he noticed his friend’s overbearing parenting in the past? He had noticed, possibly, but preferred not to dwell on the subject. “I have a meeting soon, so I need to go,” he said, not caring how abrupt he sounded. If they continued chatting they’d get nowhere.
“Of course. I’ll catch up with you later in the week, and maybe before her internship is over Anna and I will pay her a surprise visit. I’m sure Kate would love to see us.”
Sure she will. “Sounds good. Talk to you soon.”
A surprise visit. He put the phone away and walked up to the scotch bottle. If his friend visited, he’d notice the tension between Graham and Kate. Jacob could be naïve and out of touch when it came to his daughters, but the man was smart.
Graham curled his fingers into a ball. He had to be stronger than desire, and bring this nonsense to an end.
Chapter 7
Kate didn’t see Sheri at her desk as usual. She checked her computer and the screen had been turned off. Maybe he’d let Sheri go early today. Her wristwatch said five o’clock, but she knew Sheri sometimes stayed until six.
The light trespassing the heavy oak door told her he worked inside and a wave of relief moved through her. For the past several hours, she’d been on a high of arousal she could no longer stand. She actually went up to her room, tossed her panties and put on a new pair because she’d been so wet, her thighs sticking against each other, she feared someone would notice her heavy scent of arousal. Her panties had been drenched in her essence.
She gave a warning knock once before twisting the stainless steel door handle and walking into his territory.
He rocked back in his chair, ripping his gaze from his sleek Mac screen and darting it at her. She swallowed, and without any formality, marched to him. Before she made it to his lap, he stood and lifted his hand in disagreement. “We need to talk.”
She withdrew, hands perched at her waist. “Talk?” she parroted his serious stance. “Can’t we talk later?” She reached to touch his shirt but he jerked away.
Tension charged in the room. He popped his knuckles, and secured a few feet in between them. What the hell had changed from their scorching meeting hours ago to now? “What’s wrong? Tell me,” she asked, impatiently.
“I talked to Jacob,” he said with a blank expression. “We must put an end to this.”
“End?” AHA. How could her father try to control her even from far away? “What do you mean? Did you tell him we’ve had sex?” She’d not only have to deal with her father’s high moral ground, but if Graham shared their intimacy with her father her heart would break. She lifted her hand to her stomach, desperate to stop the nausea from traveling up her throat.
He gave her a glance before answering. “No. But he plans on paying you a surprise visit sometime, which I shouldn’t tell you. But I can’t lie to you and I can’t keep lying to him.”
“It’s not a lie.”
“Omission is a lie. Especially when I know he’d hate me for being with you and would never get over us being together.”
She’d omitted her crush on Graham for years. If and when her father found out about them, it would have to come from her. She lifted her chin. “This isn’t about him. It’s about me and us. He doesn’t have to know anything.”
He rubbed his temples, and came close enough so she could smell the alcohol clinging to his clothes. A scent that wasn’t there earlier. “Don’t you get it? I know it. I know I’m the selfish son of a bitch who screwed you all the way to Sunday and thrust a mini-vibrator inside you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and strode away from her a few feet.
Who did he think he was? Sure, he took charge in the bedroom and she loved his domineering ways, but he couldn’t send her away when she became an inconvenience. Anger crawled under her skin, and her blood thickened. “Are you serious? You’re walking out on me? No chance. When things get hard you leave and just move on. You left L.A. to get rid of your past. Well, I’m not letting you go that easy. I’ve been walking with this mini baseball inside me all day. I kept sweating because I couldn’t come and my clit is about to burst. You’re getting me off like you promised then we’ll talk about this nonsense,” she said, her voice loud and demanding.
He glared at her, and she’d never seen him so angry. He pointed at the door. “Get out.”
She inched closer to him, her heart pounding like she’d stumbled out of a strenuous spinning class. “Get me off.”
“Get out,” he repeated, and she wondered if he was mad at her or at wanting her. She hoped for the second.
She gritted her teeth. “Get. Me. Off.” Frustration consumed her, and at the sight of him gesturing toward the door, she lost it. Gasping, she smacked his face. Shit. Her hand hurt and throbbed. She withdrew, jaw dropping. What had she just done?
He slid his hand down his face, probably more surprised than in pain. “You want to get off? You’ll get off,” he said, and he pushed her against his desk. Various items from his desk fell and bumped on the floor.
He pushed down her pants and shoved her against the desk so she plastered her hands on the glass. Grunting, he nudged her legs apart and she panted.
When he touched her ball, she whimpered. She’d expected him to remove it and finger fuck her, but he played with it, rolling it into her pussy while his fingers tapped it, adding an extra vibration.
She heard the sound of him unzipping himself and pulling down his pants and boxers. He intensified the drumming of the ball, and she moaned, lost into the blurry world of desire. Desire so powerful and so raw she could barely see or hear anything else around them. Desire so organic when he drove his fingers into her they became one hot mess.
He worked the egg inside her like he wanted to punish her, the intense ripples of pre-climax making waves inside her. “Yeah. Oh yes. Don’t stop, I’m coming,” she said, her voice breathy.
He removed the egg from her, and her shoulders sagged with disappointment. She’d cursed the damn thing the entire day but didn’t think she’d miss it the second she parted with it. She was about to glance over her shoulder when he placed his hand on her back, flattening her tummy against the desk. Soon, the tip of his cock nudged at her vagina and she quivered.
“Don’t move,” he said, his voice commanding and hot as hell.
He shoved inside her pussy, and the latent state of arousal she’d experienced worsened. She shouted his name, at this point not caring who heard it. He leaned over her and put his hand over her mouth. She licked his index finger, and compromised on a lower, steady moaning repertoire. “Fuck, Kate. Fuck you,” he said, and she imagined his craving for her made him as angry as it aroused him.
He rammed into her, his heavy balls slapping her thighs. She rocked her hips into his huge cock, thankfully her pearly essence kept flowing like never before so she didn’t need extra time for her to accommodate him. This time, sh
e was ready for him, her coated walls swollen and stretched to the max. “God, Graham. You’re killing me.”
He swatted her ass in response. “You slapped me on the face.”
Sorry? Too late for apologizing. He circled his palm on her buttock, then landed another smack on her buttock, and her flesh burned. “Baby,” she whimpered, as more of her essence coated him. “Please let me come.”
“My greedy girl wants to come.”
“Don’t you?”
He smacked her butt, which still stung, barely recovered from the previous swat. “Move around.”
Before she could catch a breath, he flipped her around so her back plastered against the glass. Her sweaty skin glued against it, and the remaining objects fell down to the floor.
She looked up at him. With his hair disheveled from running his fingers into it, to the shirt with the first top of his buttons open and pants down. He watched her intently, his eyes darkening and a flicker of gold gleaming around the dilated pupils. Never had she seen him this focused when screwing her. She couldn’t yank her gaze away. Maybe if he didn’t touch her, the eye contact alone would get her off.
He spread her legs, putting them up to his shoulder while he stayed upright. With his hand, he flicked her clit and she fought the urge to close her eyes and throw back her head. She didn’t want to miss any of it. He plunged into her, and she smiled, rejoicing in the warmth spreading in her.
He impaled her, each thrust deeper and stronger, matching the intensity of his gaze. His face and body slicked with sweat. She wished she could touch his chest, but the pleasure building in her core alerted her all she could manage was surviving the orgasm.
“Come. Come now,” he said, flicking her clit with his thumb while he fucked her with the highest intensity he had until now. She closed her eyes, too over-stimulated to coordinate too many functions, and found her body convulsing. A high rode her from top to bottom and for an instant she forgot about everything. She shook, and every inch of her seared with delight.
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