by Jess Dee
“Uh, lost for words.” Ben shook his head. “Either that, or I’m having my first hallucination.”
Melissa tilted her head to the side, looking uncertain. “A bad hallucination?”
Oh, yeah. He liked this shy Melissa a lot. “Hell, no. More like a wet dream.”
Shy Melissa vanished. “I can deal with wet dreams. But I’d prefer to make this real.” She lost the bra.
Ben stared helplessly. She was not making it easy for him to keep his distance.
Fuck me.
In his life, he’d never seen breasts like that. Full. Round. Firm. With nipples that just begged to be sucked on. Sienna had beautiful breasts too, but her body was so very different from Melissa’s. Sienna was all soft, lush curves. Melissa was tall and slender, lean and toned. Her body had been sculpted from hours of running every morning—Ben knew this because sometimes Melissa arrived at work in her jogging clothes. There was not a drop of fat anywhere to be seen.
He’d always loved Sienna’s curves, loved how womanly they were. Melissa’s body was way more athletic, less giving, but no less appealing. Fact of the matter was, Ben’s mouth was watering. For the first time in a year, hell in more—eight or nine years—he didn’t want soft, lush curves. He wanted long, lean, toned thighs wrapped around his waist, and he wanted full, firm breasts in his mouth. Melissa’s thighs and breasts.
He hadn’t had that reaction to a single other woman he’d slept with in Sydney.
“Jesus, Melissa.” He rasped out her name. “You’re not fucking around here, are you?” He half expected her to break into laughter and yell out, “You’ve just been Punk’d.”
She stared drolly at him. “Have you ever known me to fuck around?”
“Good point.” Even the shy Melissa had gotten straight down to business. Er, pleasure.
He swiped his hand through his hair. Hell, he wanted to put that hand on his cock, rub it, pump it, do anything to relieve the pressure that grew with every passing second. Maybe if he relieved the pressure, he wouldn’t feel so compelled to take Melissa up on her offer. “You’re dead serious about this, then?”
She regarded him in silence before skirting around his desk, nudging his chair back a little and squeezing in between him and the desk. Then she pushed his laptop out of the way and hoisted herself up, sitting right where the computer had been a second ago. “Does this answer your question?” She placed a foot on each arm of his chair.
Her long, toned legs were covered in sheer, silky thigh-highs, making her skin glow golden beneath them.
Ben began to sweat in earnest. Beads of perspiration lined his upper lip and forehead.
This wasn’t right. He shouldn’t objectify her like this, like he’d been doing with every other woman since Sienna.
But he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted someone this badly. Mind you, yeah, he could. What he couldn’t believe was wanting another woman as much as he wanted Sienna. And the fact that the other woman was Melissa Sparks…
That just blew his mind.
There was no denying the low-grade ache in his cock or the straining in his balls. And there was no denying the sweet scent of arousal that drifted through the air. After working with Melissa this long, he’d become familiar with the cinnamony-vanilla fragrance of her perfume. He’d always found it pleasant. But he’d never known her to smell quite so…tempting.
It did his head in. Made his mouth water.
Never mind her breasts, he wanted to pull her white, satin knickers aside and sweep his tongue over the folds of her pussy.
“Sparks…er, Melissa, you know if we make this…deal, we can’t go back? We can never be just work colleagues again. If I fuck you now…” He had to let the sentence drift off, had to catch his breath, because the thought of fucking her had pretty much paralyzed his lungs. He wanted her so badly, his chest burned. “If we sleep together, everything will change.”
She bit her lower lip as she looked at him, considering his words. “Sleeping together implies sharing a bed and getting some shuteye. Look, Ben, I’m not interested in a nap. Or a full night’s rest, for that matter.” The blush that had stained her cheeks now spread enticingly over her neck. “I want a quick, hard fuck. I want as much pleasure as you can give me over the next half an hour or so, and then I want to go home, alone. Believe me, nothing will change at work. I won’t let it. I’ll be just the same person I was this afternoon, and yesterday afternoon and every afternoon before that. The only difference will be at night. When everyone’s gone home—like they have now. Then we can act differently.” She trailed her fingers over her breast, making the nipple harden. “And then, Ben, feel free to act however you like.”
“Damn it, woman,” he growled. “You have no idea how I want to act.” Flashes of the life he’d led since coming to Sydney assailed him. Pictures of the debauchery he’d indulged in.
“Tell me,” she purred.
“You’re treading on dangerous ground.” Ben’s cock ached like blazes. He was more aroused then he had been in a year. Add to that the fact his already eccentric tastes and desires had become even more kinky since his last encounter with Sienna, and Melissa had very little clue what ground she trod on.
“Far as I can see, I’m not treading ground at all. I’m sitting in front of you, in your office, with my feet on your chair.”
“And your legs spread temptingly before me.” He was losing control. Letting lust get the better of his sensible judgment.
“You think that’s tempting?” She raised an eyebrow and smiled another quick little smile.
Christ, he loved her smiles.
He nodded once. Very tempting. Made even more so by the fact that they were at work, and there was a good possibility someone could walk in on them. More than once Ben had left an important document at the office, forcing him to return once he’d already arrived home. If he could do it, anyone could. “You’re like a little package asking to be unwrapped.”
“Unwrap me,” she urged.
“Melissa—”
“Mel.”
He dragged his gaze away from the tempting package to look into her eyes. “Mel?”
“You’re about to fuck me. I think we can drop the formalities.”
“Mel…” That might take a little getting used to. “You took a chance coming here like this.” Hell, just the thought that she had taken such a risk turned him on more. “What if I’d said no?”
“If I’d thought for a moment you’d say no, I’d have gone no further than letting my hair down.”
“You knew I wouldn’t turn you away?”
She leaned forward. “You should know by now I never jump into any deal without doing a background check first. I watched you, observed your reactions. Carefully. The second I pulled the clips from my hair, your eyes turned a shade darker and your cheeks reddened.” Her hand hovered in the air between them and then landed on his shirt. “Your breathing has been uneven ever since. And now?” She smiled that sexy smile again. “Now it’s just plain ragged. And that, Cowley, is a huge turn-on.”
Christ, that speech just made him hornier. She’d observed him, summed up the situation and only then acted. Exactly what he’d do. “Course my breathing is a little ragged. Every time I inhale, I smell your pussy.”
“Touch it,” she whispered.
“Touch what?”
“My pussy.”
Ben set his jaw in a firm line and curled his fingers into two fists, making sure he did not respond to the invitation. Not yet anyway. “Melis…Mel, you need to be sure.” No fucking way in hell was he taking the deal if the woman wasn’t one hundred percent certain. She may believe everything would go back to normal in the morning, everything would just be work as usual, but Ben knew better. Sex changed everything. And his and Melissa’s relationship would be changed.
Melissa didn’t answer. She pushed off his shoulders and lay back on his desk, leaving herself exposed to Ben’s gaze.
A bead of sweat trailed down his spin
e. “Jesus, fuck. Okay, Sparks. You’ve got it. You have a deal.”
She wanted him to touch her? So help her God, he’d touch her. But on his terms. In his own way.
He pulled his chair in close, placed his hands beneath her arse—cupping two handfuls of silky skin and firm butt cheeks—and lifted her groin to his face. His lips met the sodden juncture of her knickers—er, G-string, based on the feel of all that silken skin in his palms right now—and a groan filled the air. His or hers, he wasn’t sure.
Well, hell.
The smell.
The taste.
The texture.
The satin crotch of her knickers was soaked through with her juices, and the nectar was enough to make him part his lips and suck.
Mel moaned and ground her pussy against his mouth.
Shit. Not enough, not even close to enough.
He didn’t want his fill of satin. He wanted his fill of Melissa Sparks. Hooking a finger beneath the crotch of her knickers, he pulled them aside, exposing her swollen, pink folds.
If he’d thought the scent had been tempting from afar, the aroma up close was intoxicating.
He buried his face in her pussy and gorged, licking away every trace of her juices. He laved her folds clean and then headed to the source, dipping his tongue in her entrance and feasting on her from the inside.
God, he couldn’t remember a woman ever tasting this good. This tempting. Couldn’t remember wanting to consume someone whole.
Was it because he already knew her? Already admired her? Was it because the whole experience was so unexpected, so surreal, it only increased his desire? Or did Melissa really taste this good?
Ben couldn’t get enough of her. He just wanted more. Wanted to sample every part of her. But that would mean stripping off those garters, and God help him, he just couldn’t bring himself to get rid of them. Not when they ratcheted up his arousal about a thousand percent or more.
He settled for sampling her clit, running his tongue over it and around it. Lightly at first, then a bit more firmly.
Then not at all.
He pulled back and watched her squirm. Watched her twist her hips and push her pussy up at him. Listened to her soft moans and breathless begging. Let her need and desperation build. Let her juices flow freely again, so that when he acquiesced and licked her once more, he got a whole new mouthful of her arousal.
He couldn’t neglect her clit. Not now. Not when she writhed and beseeched him to lick it.
Hearing Melissa beg was a potent aphrodisiac.
He gave it all of his attention, laving it over and over, harder and harder, until her words became meaningless and her groans grew louder, and she broke beneath his ministrations, climaxing under his tongue.
As shudders claimed her body and she bucked on the table, Ben released one of her buttocks, freeing a hand in order to ease the pressure in his cock. He opened his pants, pushed his boxers down as far as they could go and grasped his half-freed shaft.
He shivered violently with the need to come. A few hard jerks with his palm and he could spill. That was all he needed.
But if he climaxed now, it would be game over. And he’d barely even started playing. No way was he ending things anytime soon. He’d just discovered a whole new side to Melissa, a side he found outrageously appealing. He wanted to become better acquainted with her.
He let endless seconds pass, waiting for Mel to come down to earth.
When she did, when her pussy stopped pulsing and her back relaxed against the desk, he simply resumed his feast, licking her all over again, dipping into her dripping channel, tasting her sweetness, teasing her clit. He teased her and laved her and fucked her with his tongue, loving how worked up she got.
All the while he pumped his shaft carefully, relieving his own tension without calling a premature end to the proceedings.
But as she panted before him, her pussy swollen and gleaming beneath his gaze, his hand could no longer give him what he needed. His blood pressure was rising fast. If he held back any longer, he’d likely have a stroke.
Chapter Two
Ben yanked the drawer of his desk open, frantically searching for his wallet. It took long, painful seconds to find it in this state, but finally he had it—and the condom he always kept there—in his greedy fingers.
He jumped to his feet, pushing off his pants and boxers, and sheathed himself in record time. He considered thrusting immediately, lodging himself deep inside her, but deferred it for a minute.
Once again he dipped his head down and licked Melissa’s pussy until she shivered in excitement. Until the muscles in her thighs began to tense and her back arched, pushing her exquisite breasts upwards. Seconds before another orgasm could overwhelm her, he pulled away, leaving her unsatisfied and unfulfilled.
She let him have it, complaining viciously, demanding more, demanding satisfaction, swearing. The expressions that came from her were nothing less than filthy. And filth like that—from the mouth of a straight-laced woman like Melissa—turned Ben on so much a strangled groan burst from his throat.
“You sure you want me to fuck you with my mouth?” His throat was raw with need. “You want me to shove my fingers in your cunt and make you scream?” Her description, not his, but hearing it must have turned his balls four different shades of blue, for sure. Christ, he needed to come. Needed relief. Needed to sheathe himself in Melissa’s slick pussy and fuck her until they both exploded.
“See, I think what you want in that delicious cunt of yours is not my tongue or my fingers. I think you want my dick. And I think you want it buried so deep you see stars.”
A loud moan rent the air. “God, yes, I want your cock.”
“Sit up, Mel.” His tone brooked no argument, and he placed his hands in hers, giving her something to pull herself up with. It was with a small measure of relief he found himself in control of the situation. He’d been so blown away by her proposal, he’d let her lead him right where she wanted him to go.
Not that he was complaining. This was where he wanted to be too.
But Ben liked to be in control. Liked to ensure he had a firm hand on every situation. Liked to know he acted only after assessing every single detail. He hadn’t assessed very much now. He’d been so overwhelmed by discovering these other sides to Melissa, he’d allowed her to take control.
The minute she sat upright, he had his hands on her breasts, molding his palms to the firm mounds, filling his grasp with them. Hell, they felt even better than they looked. They made him want to push them together, bury his cock between them and thrust until he came all over her neck. Made him want to suckle her nipples until she came from nothing more than the stimulation of her tits.
Ben strongly suspected that in this state, he could come just from sucking on her nipples. He was close. Too damn close. He needed to leave her breasts alone.
Ben dropped his hands to her thighs, relishing the softness of her thigh-highs and the sharper clasps of the garters. “Shift your arse closer to the edge of the desk and wrap your legs around my waist.”
Huh, him giving Melissa instructions? It felt odd. And exciting.
She responded, folding her arms around his neck at the same time, pressing herself against him, chest to chest.
The instant she moved, his cock encountered her slick heat. The condom provided only the slightest barrier against all that liquid fire, and her touch burned straight through him. Her breasts pushed against his shirt and chest.
How could one woman feel so good? So right in his arms?
How could a colleague make him hotter, more aroused, then he’d ever been?
How could he not have suspected Melissa had all these devilishly attractive sides to her?
How could Ben think at a time like this? Was he crazy?
He broadened his stance, spreading his legs wider, so the head of his cock was exactly level with her slit, and tried to slow his wild panting.
“Know what the irony is?” Melissa whispered, her warm
breath searing the very skin on his face. “With your mouth this close, now every time I inhale, I smell my pussy.”
Ben groaned. He had no idea who moved first. Probably him, but maybe her. What he did know was that his lips were crushed against hers, and she’d opened her mouth to meet his fierce kiss.
Her tongue tasted as good as her pussy. As fresh as a breath of midnight air after a summer rainstorm. He danced his tongue over hers, feeding her back her own precious drops of honey, and she accepted them hungrily.
The kiss might be sweet, but it was also dirty. Just like her words a few minutes back. As she feasted on his mouth, she rubbed her pussy against his throbbing cock, engulfing his tip with her lips and then freeing him, only to start all over again. Repeating the motion once, twice, twenty times, until blood roared in Ben’s ears. He was lost to the incredible sensations. Lost to the hunger, the tease. The need. The ache.
The next time she caught his cockhead between her pussy lips, he couldn’t hold back. He thrust once, hard, seating himself deep inside her body.
So good.
Fucking amazing.
Tight. Wet. Slippery.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, held it inside, tortured him. He growled into her mouth, pulled out and thrust back inside her.
Melissa dug her nails into his neck. Her legs tightened around his waist, drawing him closer, deeper inside. She broke the kiss, flung her head back and cried out in pleasure. A shock of russet hair cascaded behind her.
Fresh blood surged to his cock. How could he ever have perceived this sex goddess as straight-laced? How could he ever have seen her as anything other than the exquisite, provocative siren she was?
How could he never have considered doing this with her before? Now that Ben had had a taste of his tempestuous, enthralling colleague, he never wanted to let her go.
“Fuck me, Ben. Don’t stop.”
Stop? Not in a million years. He snapped his hips in controlled, deliberate actions, aimed at filling her at just the right angle, caressing her G-spot, providing maximum pleasure. He lost himself to the rhythm of their movements and to her slick, enticing heat.
