Office Fling

by Amy Brent

  I locked eyes with her as I flicked one off of her, then the other. From there, it was easy to pull the cups down until her pink, pert nipples were freed.

  My fingers flicked over them first, causing her to arch up into me. I loved how responsive she was, how her full, slightly swollen lips parted in a wanton gasp. I loved the way her body reacted, flushing all sorts of colors at my ministrations.

  I teased her for several minutes, drawing those dulcet sounds from her, before finally enclosing my mouth over one of those dusky peaks.

  McKenna gasped again, and I swore I almost tore through my pants then and there. Did she have any idea what she did to me? I had never been so intensely attracted to one woman and I swore it was driving me to a level of pleasure that bordered on insanity.

  And maybe I was crazy, but who cared! I certainly didn’t. The only thing that mattered was this moment, between her and I.

  My tongue worked her over, ramping up the sounds from her, and I could see the sweat starting to build up on her brow. If her body was already this effected, I couldn’t wait to see how she would react to what I had planned.

  I moved to her other nipple, giving it equal treatment, while one of my hands slid downward. I let my fingers walk slowly, traipsing down her form until I reached the waistband of her sweats. There, I let my fingers wrap around it and tug it down until I had access to her center.

  My hand hovered over her for a moment, and I could feel her arching up towards me, begging me for satisfaction. But instead of burying my fingers in her like I so desperately wanted, I instead stroked the inside of her thigh, making her whine as I caressed the sensitive skin there.

  She was so cute when she pouted, her hands trying to find me and to force me to go where she wanted me to. But I was the one in charge here, I would be the one setting the pace and deciding what I touched and when I touched it.

  I traveled up her other thigh, really drawing it out, making her shiver with anticipation. It wasn’t until she was thoroughly a pent-up ball of sexual tension that my hand finally found her center.

  My long fingers slid against the cotton fabric of her panties, more than pleased to find that they were completely soaked.

  “You want me that badly, huh?” I asked, voice a low growl.

  “I do!” She mewled, trying to lift her hips to press them further into my fingers. “Please, touch me.”

  “I am touching you,” I whispered, letting my fingers just barely slide against her again.

  “More,” she gasped, her desperation more than audible. “And harder. God, I need you!”

  Who was I to refuse a lady?

  Pulling the fabric to the side, I finally let my digits slide between her folds, taking care to focus on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her womanhood. She was so slick, and so warm for me already that it took all of my strength not to thrust into her right then and there.

  But that would end things far too soon for my liking. No, I had a plan, and it involved her thighs clamped around my head while she screamed her orgasm to the world.

  Once I was sure that she was thoroughly warmed up, I slid my fingers in, feeling her velvety walls clamp down around me.

  I focused my thumb on her clit while my fingers worked her over, drawing out gasps and groans. She murmured my name, she cried to God, she even sang to the good lord himself, but I didn’t stop until I felt her clench around my fingers and arch up to the sky.

  “Oh God, Rafael! Rafael!”

  “That’s right,” I said, loving the feel of her. “Ride it out for me, baby.”

  And ride it out she did, lasting for several moments until she finally collapsed back onto my bed, breathing hard but sounding satisfied.

  But I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. I gave her a few seconds to breathe and for her womanhood to recover from the bliss I sent through it, before kneeling between her legs and sealing my mouth over her.

  She practically jumped out of her skin, her knees barely missing my face, but I kept on. My tongue flicked against her, tasting her delicious sweetness, while my fingers worked at whatever my mouth couldn’t reach.

  I listened to how she responded. What made her cry out, what made her whimper, what made her wrap around me like a pretzel. It was like my own personal symphony, drawn out of her body with myself as the conductor.

  And what a show it was.

  It didn’t take long for me to work her to the brink again. I could feel her legs trembling and seeing the softness of her abdomen starting to tense. I gripped her thighs and put each of them on my shoulders, allowing me a new angle to my access.

  That new position seemed to do the trick, because within minutes her thighs were squeezing against either side of my head, just how I wanted them to.

  Her screams were even louder as she came again, filling my entire apartment with the sounds of her orgasm. I couldn’t deny the pride that surged through me at each and every note that came out of her mouth, proving that I knew just how to bring her to the brink of ecstasy and then over.

  When I finished, and she was finally returning to Earth in a listless gasp, I stood to wipe my face. My plan was to get both of us a glass of water so McKenna could have a break, but I didn’t quite get that far. I turned to go, only to have her grab my own waistband and pull me closer.

  “Your turn,” she said, a mischievous glint to her eyes.

  My turn indeed.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  ~McKenna~

  My body felt like a sack of jelly, all of my bones reduced to dust from the sheer amount of pleasure that Rafael had made rain down on my head.

  He didn’t seem to truly understand just how grateful I was, as well as how intensely I was attracted to him. I wasn’t doing all of this out of obligation, either. I was doing it because I had never so desperately needed someone in my entire existence.

  The way that he had so fiercely protected me, the way he had listened, the way he had made absolutely sure that I wanted him. Although the man was both powerful and dominant, it was clear that he would never intentionally hurt me. He was secure in his masculinity and what he wanted.

  Not to mention that he was an absolutely brilliant lover. I hadn’t needed to fake, or even exaggerate my reactions with him. He listened, he learned, and he played my body like an old, familiar fiddle.

  The least I could do was pay him back for his pleasure. I wanted to hear his low voice singing praises for me. I wanted to taste him and everything he had to offer.

  He stood there, my hand on his waistband as I looked up at him with a pleading expression. He let the moment hang heavy in the air for a moment before reaching down and stroking my face.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?”

  His voice sent shivers through me and I got to work. My fingers gripped the soft material and pulled it downwards, revealing his red boxer-briefs and his manhood very obviously tenting within them.

  I loved the fact that I had that much of an effect on him, that the mere sight of my body was enough to make his body react so strongly. He had to ache, standing so hard at attention like that, so I was more than happy to make him feel better.

  I touched my tongue to his length, dragging it along the skin there. He tasted musky and masculine, filling my senses with all of him.

  He let out a groan and his hand went to the top of my head, nails just lightly scraping the top of my head. That encouraged me, and I kept laving along his entire member, coating it in my saliva.

  When I thought it was wet enough, my lips engulfed it, working my way down as my throat relaxed. The hiss he let out was incredibly gratifying, and I pushed myself to take in as much of him as I possibly could.

  Somehow, I managed to get all the way to his base before slowly pulling upwards, letting my tongue swirl around his head as I gasped in air. Then, once I recovered and caught my breath, I slid down again.

  The more I did it, the faster I could go, until finally I was nearly at full speed, his hips thrusting gently in
to my mouth. But I didn’t want him to be gentle. I wanted him to be wild and powerful and empty himself into me until my name was burned into his memory forever.

  I could feel him tensing in my mouth, the veins along his sides throbbing as I did my best to make him see heaven. The grunts and groans he was making made me feel so powerfully feminine, like a goddess made human. I loved it, everything about it just about drove me wild.

  “Ah, McKenna, I’m gonna-”

  “Good.” I managed to groan around him.

  That seemed to be exactly what he needed to push him over the edge, and within seconds he was releasing into my mouth. Hot, and thick, I tried my hardest to keep it all down until he was finally spent.

  When it was all over, he was panting and looking at me like I was the second coming. Once he got his wits about him, he knelt down on the mattress and then flopped onto his back.

  I laid next to him, feeling quite accomplished. We both were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, making it slightly sticky as I rested my head against his chest.

  I liked that position. I could hear his heart, steadily thumping along with strength and assurance. It made me feel safer, like no one could ever hurt me when he was around.

  We laid like that for a long time, just being in the moment and enjoying each other’s presence. Unlike last time, I felt no need to run. This wasn’t some big mistake of sleeping with my boss. No, I was sleeping with someone who seemed willing to be with me when I needed him most.

  It was in that quietness that he turned to me, taking my face in his large hands.

  “Just so you know, even if this is a one-night thing, I’m always here to protect you. You will never have to live in fear again. Do you understand that?”

  Huh, he really did know what to say, didn’t he? What was it about him that always knew just how to talk to my soul? I didn’t know. All I was aware of was that my body was gearing up again, drawn in by how utterly perfect he was.

  I leaned forward slowly and pressed my lips to his. It was tender, it was sweet, and it quickly became not enough.

  I pushed forward more, lifting onto my knees and moving until I was straddling him. My wild red hair fell about his tan skin, making a halo as I leaned over him. I could feel his muscles beginning to tense under my thick thighs, responding to me as I did to him.

  I normally was never so bold with my ex; he always preferred to do things to me rather than have me do anything to him. But Rafael didn’t seem to mind me kissing him while I was on top, his fingers digging into my thighs like ten little pinpricks of pleasure-pain.

  It didn’t take long for me to feel him manhood standing at attention again, pressing against my backside, still sticky from our previous time together. I sat up and laughed slightly, giddy from the rush he gave me.

  “You’re already set to go?” I asked, smiling crookedly down at him.

  “Why don’t you hop on for a ride and see?”

  I didn’t need to be asked twice. I rose up, scooting backwards a little until he was positioned below me. Now it was my turn to make him wait for a few seconds, letting the anticipation build in him before finally sinking down onto him.

  I hissed as he filled me up, stretching me to the absolute limit. Even though this was the second time with him inside of me, I had forgotten just how much he pushed me to my edge and I had to take a minute to breathe.

  But Rafael didn’t push me. He waited until I was ready, even though I could feel that he was as tense as a board under me. Thankfully, his actions from before had made sure that I was plenty lubricated, and in just a minute or two I was able to rise back up then sink back down.

  Yes. The feeling was absolutely incredible. I picked up my pace, pistoning on top of him, hitting the deepest parts within me.

  “You feel so good,” he said, his hands coming up to cup my breasts as I ground on him with all of my might.

  “You make me feel good,” I gasped, already breathless.

  The world was awash in pleasure and nothing else mattered anymore. There was just Rafael, and everything he could do to me.

  But a girl could only last so long, and I felt my thighs starting to burn as I pushed myself up and down on his lap. I wanted to push myself harder and harder, but there was so much I could do with all the muscle fatigue going on.

  Rafael much have sensed it because suddenly we were rolling, and the next thing I knew I was on my back and he was on top of me, thrusting away with the type of power I could never manage.

  “Oh my God!” I cried, barely able to get the words out around my heaving gasps. But that just seemed to spur him on more, and he gripped my hips, pulling me down on his length as a counterpoint to every time he slammed into me.

  Every nerve in my body was standing on end, driving to the absolute edges of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him and reached down between us, my fingers finding my clit and hastily pressing into it.

  It didn’t take long for me to topple over the edge, and I did so with a high-pitched cry. Shaking, sweating, I left the world, soaring high into the stratosphere of pleasure. As I bore down on Rafael, I felt him meet his end too, and he filled me with his heat.

  I don’t know how long I stayed lost to my own rapture, but it certainly wasn’t a short time. Once I did return, I could only breathe heavily, my mouth too dry to form words.

  “You want a glass of water?” Rafael asked, looking at me with such a kind expression that I felt myself blush. How funny that, even after everything that we had done, that he could still pinken my cheeks with how suave he was.

  “Yes please,” I asked. Although I didn’t want him to get out of bed, lest we lose the mood between us and the contentment in my belly, I really needed to take care of all that post-sex stuff that responsible adults tended to.

  Ugh, how boring.

  The thought made me snicker and he looked to me expectantly. “Something funny?”

  “Just thinking,” I said, sitting up and sliding past him. “I call bathroom first!”

  “Cheeky,” he called after me, sounding thoroughly amused.

  I just gave him a flirty wave over my shoulder and went inside the bathroom. I took care of my business and made sure to wash my hands thoroughly after. Of course, Rafael had the nicest sink-soap I had ever seen that smelled like hibiscus and moisturized my hands like it was straight up lotion. Shaking my head as I dried them, I headed out only to have a cup of cool water handed to me as soon as I opened the door.

  “I made that myself,” Rafael said, crooked smile on his face.

  “Oh wow, you must be quite the chef.” I said, batting my eyes at him. As much as I enjoyed flirting with him, my legs were shaking from everything that had happened and I was quickly growing cold. I realized that I just wanted to cuddle, so I took Rafael’s hand and lead him back to the room.

  We both sipped at our drinks before throwing off the soiled top cover and settling under the sheets. His bed was amazing, which probably shouldn’t have been a surprise but was one nonetheless.

  It didn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around me and pull me flush to his chest. The warmth of his muscled body was wonderful, and I felt it soothing me into sleep.

  My ex tried to force his way back into my thoughts, not too differently from how he always tried to force his way into my life, but Rafael’s steady breathing behind me kept him at bay. For the first time in ages, I felt safe.

  Letting out a contented sigh, I peacefully slipped into slumber.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  ~Rafael~

  I woke up slowly, my abdomen slightly sore and my bladder quite full. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was gorgeous red curls spilling across my blue pillows.

  A sea of scarlet against azure, it was the most beautiful sight I could hope to wake up to. I pulled the sheets down, so I could see more of the incredible woman in my bed.

  Little by little, I revealed her porcelain skin, until her whole back was visible to me. I traced my fingers along her s
pine, marveling in how smooth it was and how it turned ever so slightly pink under my sliding digit.

  It was then, seeing her skin depress slightly under my touch, that I realized I was in love. It was a strange concept, and one that I was sure I would never have again after the hell Dom’s mom put me through, but I couldn’t deny it any longer.

  Even though we had just spent the night together, I found that my body was still craving her, still longing for the touch of her skin and the sound of her voice. But it was more than just physical. I wanted to make sure she was safe, and that she was happy, and that she never wanted for anything again. Anyone who dared to ever cause her hard, or lay hands on her again, would know true pain.

  But I also knew that I couldn’t come on that strong. I would have to play it safe and make sure she felt the same. After all, I was her boss and she didn’t have the best track record with relationships. I would have to take things slow, and I was fine with that. After all, we had no need to rush.

  She stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Carefully, I slipped out if bed, intent on cooking her breakfast. Sure, she had been joking when she made that crack about my cooking earlier, but I felt like I needed to defend myself. McKenna didn’t seem the type to really care about money, so I was going to have to prove my skills otherwise.