by Tessa Teevan
“I’m busy,” I barked, not bothering to look up from my desk.
There was a slight pause before her sultry voice filled the silence. “Well, in that case, Tucker, I suppose I’ll just have to come back later.”
My head snapped up as Ava stepped into my office and closed the door behind her, leaning against it. I shamelessly took in the sight of her. She was a vision in a teal sundress paired with cowgirl boots that unfortunately covered her shapely legs. The hint of cleavage was enough to revive my dick and make my mouth water. When my perusal came to its culmination on her face, she was raising an eyebrow at me, her lips curved up in a sexy smile. Her eyes sparkled with a mischief I wanted to explore.
“Baby, you know I’m never too busy for you. It’s just all those other jackholes out there I don’t have time to deal with. After all, I have a hot date tonight.”
Without a word, Ava turned, and with a wicked fire in her eyes, she licked her lips. I definitely liked where this was heading. She crossed the room and stood in front of me, the wooden desk the only thing separating us, which I’d happily shove aside just to get to her.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on my desk, giving me the perfect view down her dress. Her nipples were already hard. Funny, so was I. When I looked back at her, she was checking me out, not missing the hard bulge in my work jeans.
“So I heard,” she said throatily. “In fact, I’m here to see if we can’t start that a little early.”
I swallowed hard as she rounded the desk and walked behind my office chair. She rested her on my shoulders at the same time her lips hovered just above my ear. A delighted shiver ran down my spine with each warm breath that kissed my skin.
“But I was hoping we could start with dessert first. I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.” She dragged my chair back then positioned her ass on the desk so we were face-to-face. Or, well, face-to-chest.
Not that I was complaining. I tried to be a gentleman most of the time, but with her ample breasts directly in front of me, I was one breath away from becoming a motor-boating son of a bitch.
She placed her finger under my chin and, with ease, lifted my head so my gaze reached hers. “Ladies first, right?” she asked as if she had to get permission from me.
If she were willing to give, I didn’t mind being a selfish man.
“Yeah, baby. Ladies first. Always.”
A wicked grin played on her lips. She placed her hands on my thighs, just barely grazing my erection, making it strain against my jeans as it begged for release. Her fingers trailed up the denim until she flattened her palm and leisurely caressed me up and down. All too soon, she removed her hand and frowned, sighing in disappointment.
“Too bad you’re busy. We could’ve had a whole lot of fun.” She hopped off the desk and darted past me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.
I needed to get work done, but with Ava standing there, all but begging to give me a blowjob, invoices were the furthest thing from my mind. What is it they say? All work and no play? Yeah, she’d gotten me this hot and bothered. She wasn’t leaving until my every last craving was satisfied.
“Stop.”
One word, but it was my tone that caused her to obey. Her back was still me, and I wondered just how far Ava would let this go.
“If you think you can come in here and rile me up then leave me with blue balls, you’re sorely mistaken. Turn around.”
She was stock-still for a moment, as if she were trying to determine if she was going to listen. My grin widened when she finally did. Ever so slowly, she did as I ordered. When she was facing me, she had her lower lip sucked between her teeth in the most innocent yet seductive expression.
I steepled my fingers, drinking in the gorgeous sight of her. Oh yeah, I was definitely hungry. And, by the devilish gleam in her eyes, I could tell she wanted this just as badly as I did. She took a step forward, but I held a hand up, stopping her in her tracks.
“Before we have dessert, Ava, there’s just one thing.”
She arched an eyebrow. “What’s that, Tucker?”
My eyes perused her delectable body. “You’re quite overdressed.”
Her eyes met mine, and she gave me a playful grin. “Is that so?”
I nodded.
“How would you have me remedy the situation, then?”
“Strip.”
The one word had come out so forceful that it nearly caught me off guard. It caught Ava off guard, as her expression changed from playful to shocked. Surprise flashed in her eyes, but a split second later, it turned into steel reserve. That was my Ava. Ever confident. Ever willing. Never one to say no to a challenge.
I reclined back in my chair as she set her chin. She locked her gaze on mine as she slipped her spaghetti straps down her shoulders in a deliberately unhurried fashion. She pushed her dress down, freeing her bra-clad breasts and shimmying until her dress was a pool of material at her feet.
Ava stood before me in a teal bra and matching panties. Without my even asking, she turned in a circle, painstakingly slow, showing off the delicious curves life had blessed her with. Her breasts were swollen, a perfect handful, perky yet soft enough that I’d gladly rest my head on them for the rest of my life. Her tiny waist flared into womanly hips, perfect for child-rearing, and if I had my way, I’d talk her into having my kid sooner rather than later.
Fuck. The thought of Ava rounded and swollen, carrying our child, had my dick hard as a rock.
“Like what you see?”
Her voice was sultry, seductive, and when my eyes met hers, I knew I wasn’t going to last.
Fuck me. My cock strained against my pants. It was so hard that it ached as it begged me to spring across the desk and bury into her with relentless thrusts until she was screaming my name. But my girl wanted to eat and I agreed--ladies first.
I just hoped that my dick could hold out long enough for me to fuck her senseless on my desk. It wouldn’t be easy, not with her exquisite mouth working to suck me dry, but fuck if I wouldn’t try.
“Oh yeah, baby. I hope you’re hungry. Get over here and suck my cock.”
Her eyes widened as her pretty, pink lips formed a surprised O. I’d never been like this with her, but as I was learning, there was a first for everything. Especially when it came to her.
When we’d finished filming early, I had been eager to get to Tucker, ready to start our date early. This past week—heck, the past month—had been insane. I’d basically moved in after we’d become official, because if our time was limited, I wanted to spend every second I could with him. We shot for fourteen, sometimes sixteen, hours a day. By the time I made it home to him, I was exhausted. It felt like we were ships passing in the night. Not exactly what I had expected for our new relationship. No, not new. Renewed.
Even with my filming schedule, things truly were amazing. He was sweet, attentive, and always leaving me sweet notes around the house. He’d sneak in my trailer to drop off my favorite tea or leave flowers to let me know he was thinking of me. That was Tucker. He was always the sweetheart. It was part of what had made me fall for him. I loved that he wore his heart on his sleeve, and hell, at times, I even wondered if he was too good to be true.
But then, in his office, when he gruffly ordered me around and told me to suck his cock? I was wetter than I’d ever been for him. He was playing a role, and he played it well. I’d definitely be asking him for it in the future.
It had been a couple of nights since we had been intimate, and I was craving him. Tanner had let me know he was at the office, so I’d decided to pay him a visit to give him a preview of what was to come that night. Little had I known that Tucker would take the preview and want the whole she-bang, too.
Not that I was complaining.
He’d nearly dismissed me when I’d first knocked on the door. Undeterred, I’d entered anyway, but he hadn’t even looked up to see who had dared to interrupt him. I’d taken a moment to study him, marveling at how incredibly sexy he was i
n a tight-fitting tee that showcased his bulging biceps. The muscles in his forearms flexed as he shuffled stacks of paperwork. My mouth had watered at the sight of him, and I had announced my presence, which was how I found myself standing before him in nothing but my bra and my panties, waiting for his next command.
Before Tucker, I’d never considered myself particularly sexual, but with him, I had zero inhibitions. I’d do anything he wanted, and I’d feel confident doing them. That’s why, when Tucker had ordered me to strip, I’d given only the slightest hesitation. When I’d slipped the straps down my shoulders, I swear he licked his lips. The act had awoken the stripper inside me, and I’d undressed in a deliberate fashion that I’d hoped would drive him wild.
I hadn’t thought I’d be the type to enjoy that whole alpha-male, order-me-around thing, but when Tucker told me to suck his cock? Yeah, my panties were soaked. I was aroused beyond belief. A different kind of hunger took over, and I no longer just wanted to blow him. I wanted him inside me.
“Tucker…” I breathed as wanton heat coursed through my body at the way he was hungrily raking his eyes over every inch of my body. “Change of plans. Not so hungry anymore.”
His eyebrows rose. “No?”
I shook my head. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now. I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me.”
Tucker’s expression darkened. Anticipation sent a shiver through my body when he silently moved around the desk and took his place behind me. His hands rested on my waist, and he drew me closer to him so his erection was firmly nestled against my ass. He leaned down, nuzzling my neck and peppering kisses along my bare skin.
“How could I ever say no to that?” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ava. I want to see you. All of you.”
He took a step back from me, causing me to shiver from the loss of his warmth. His nimble fingers expertly worked my bra clasp before he threw the material across the office, leaving me bare to him. I turned to face him and reached to remove his shirt, but he stopped me. One hand came to the small of my back, and he drew me closer to him, crashing his mouth down on mine. His lips caressed mine before his tongue forced its way into my mouth, plundering and searching until he found mine. God, the relentless passion he was emitting resulted in liquid heat pooling between my legs. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.
I arched my back and pressed my lower half against him, begging to make contact, to form any sort of friction.
“You are hungry, baby. Hungry for my cock inside your tight, little cunt.”
Fuck me. That was hot. All I could do was nod. His gaze swept over my body, his fingers grazing my bare breasts and circling my nipples, which puckered under his touch.
Tucker’s hands slid down my body as he slowly sank to his knees. His thumbs hooked my panties and he wasted no time slipping the material down my legs, and I stepped out of them, more than ready to get this show on the road. “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered more to himself than to me.
His fingers caressed my legs with slow, contented grazes until he reached the top of my thighs. Which were quivering with excitement because I was in Tucker’s office, in the middle of the day, naked and spread open for him. The thought that anyone could walk in and see us in this compromising position only increased my arousal.
He’d barely even touched me, and still, I was ready to explode with my need for him. “Tucker…”
The whisper trailed off when I took in the sight of him before me, on his knees, studying me with an intent that had my insides melting. I reached down, eager for him to continue, but he gripped my thighs as he shook his head.
“Not yet.” He gazed up at me, his expression heated and full of so much pleasurable promise. “Take your hands and place them on the desk. If you let go, I’ll stop.”
I immediately complied with his husky order. When Tucker was satisfied with my hands gripping the wooden desk behind me, he took one lone finger and slid it up and down my sex before he surged forward and took my clit into his mouth, sucking and giving me a nibble that had me moaning and gripping the desk even harder.
“Do you have any idea how wet you are?” It was like he’d read my mind. “Are you this wet for me? Or is it because, beyond that door, thirty men are probably fantasizing about you and doing this very thing to your body? Any one of them could walk in the door and get a sneak peek at this pretty pussy?”
Just as I was about to respond with affirmation, he rose and turned away from me, causing me to whimper. He swiftly crossed the room and locked the door. When he returned to me, he palmed my pussy.
“As exciting as it may be, this is mine. No one sees it but me.”
I nodded meekly, hoping that he’d get back to pleasuring me. Thank fuck, he did. His gaze locked on mine as his fingers resumed their gentle massaging of my clit, then down my folds, and back up again, ensuring he didn’t pay too much attention to any particular area. He was driving me wild with his lazy finger-fucking.
“Do you like that, Ava? My hands on you, my fingers getting soaked with your arousal? Or is it not enough? Do you need more? I can tell you want to come. You want it so bad.” His gaze roamed over my face, and I could only imagine how I looked. “I will never be able to sit at this desk again without thinking of you naked, practically begging to come. But I don’t believe it’s time for you to come just yet.”
I moaned and almost took my hand off the desk to pleasure myself, but I maintained control at the last second, not wanting him to prolong this delicious torture if I disobeyed his previous order.
“Please, Tucker. I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. Make me scream so everyone hears and knows exactly what we’re doing.” I was practically begging, my body electrified from the pleasure that was oh so close but so far away.
“Patience, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
I wasn’t sure how I willed myself to keep my fingers on the desk when all I wanted to do was touch myself. The only thing keeping me from doing so was the knowledge that Tucker would probably retreat even farther if I defied him.
The thought sent shivers down my spine. Where had this sexy, gruff alpha male come from and what had he done with my sweet, loveable, not-so-long-ago virgin?
I didn’t care. I loved both sides of him.
I was just about to beg when Tucker gave me sweet relief in the form of his finger finally, finally, nudging my entrance and sinking into me. My sigh of relief promptly became a gasp when another finger joined. Each plunge and each retreat had me on the edge of pleasure, yet it wasn’t quite enough to push me into oblivion.
“Tucker…I can’t. I need…God.” I was a panting, writhing, wanton mess.
His answering chuckle had my eyes fluttering open just in time to watch him languidly slide his fingers out of me and then rise to his feet. The moment he placed one finger on my lips, my tongue darted out to taste myself.
“Mmm,” I moaned, which elicited a tight groan from him.
“Now, that’s just not fair. You’ve gotta share, baby,” he told me.
That was when I learned how much Tucker like the taste of me.
His lips crashed down on mine and his tongue immediately darted out of his mouth. He alternated between licking and sucking, like he wouldn’t be satisfied until he lapped up every last drop.
That was when I learned how much I liked Tucker liking the taste of me.
I wanted to throw my hands in the air and thank the heavens when Tucker stepped back and made quick work of losing his jeans. He cupped himself in his boxers, his smoldering gaze never leaving mine. I licked my lips at the sight of his chiseled torso, and when he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pushed them to the ground, I released an audible sigh, marveling at his gorgeous body and relieved he was finally going to give me what I wanted.
Or so I’d thought.
When he didn’t move towards me, I frowned. “Tucker?”
“You’re so fu
cking gorgeous, Ava. I can’t believe you’re here. In my office. Naked, legs spread. Waiting for me to fuck you.”
Tucker had never been one for cursing, but doing it in a sexual manner was more of a turn-on than I’d ever imagined. Heat pooled between my legs, and he was right. I’d been waiting. I was done.
“Then fuck me already, Tucker. Come over here and fuck me or I’m going to think you don’t have it in you.”
His eyes darkened, which meant he’d accepted the challenge. He stalked towards me, not with the precision of a predator, but with the gait of a man who was ready to put his woman in her place.
And my place?
That was most definitely on his cock.
When he reached me, he lifted me, spun me around, and bent me over his desk. Just like that. My bare breasts were pressed against the hard word and Tucker’s length pushed against my ass. With one hand, he caressed the small of my back before he slowly slid it up the curve of my spine. At the same time, he positioned himself at my entrance and teased me with this tip of his cock. When his hand reached the nape of my neck, he wrapped his hand around a handful of my hair.
That was when he plunged into me and pulled my hair at the same time.
“Fuck!” I screamed, from both the ecstasy of his wild drive and the minute pain of his hair-pulling. He tensed behind me, and because this was out of character for him, I quickly put him at ease. “So good, Tucker. It feels so good.”
He tugged just a little harder then bent so we were chest-to-back while he held himself buried to the hilt. “You like that, baby?”
His warm breath tickled my skin, and shivers ran down my spine when he bit my earlobe before sucking and caressing it with his tongue.
I shook my head.
He tugged again.
Still, he wasn’t moving, so I wiggled my ass. I felt his grin against my neck. His hips reared back. Then he drove into me with a controlled movement that threatened to make me insane.
