Through the Mirror

by Adriana Kraft

  "Something like that.” She stared at him thoughtfully.

  He lifted her chin with his finger and covered her mouth with his again, much stronger this time. She didn't resist. Her tongue chased his and he reciprocated. He pulled her to him, holding her ass tight and grinding her crotch against his erection. She met him thrust for thrust, clinging to him wildly, her breath coming in short ragged gasps—and then her eyes sprang wide and she broke the kiss.

  Lacy shook her head and bit her lower lip. “Down, boy,” she cautioned. “Remember where we are. And I'll try to do the same."

  "You're shaking,” he said. Finally he'd penetrated her screen of protection. “That kiss really turned you on, didn't it?"

  She stared hard at him and placed a finger across his lips. “Shssh. Don't spoil it, please. Can't we just savor that kiss?"

  He nodded. Her words didn't match what her body had just said, but he decided not to challenge her. “For the moment."

  "Isn't that all we have—a moment? A series of moments, but only moments."

  He shrugged. “I don't know that for a fact."

  "No, I don't suppose you do,” Lacy said, rising to her feet and brushing off leaves. He watched her taking long strides back toward the parking lot where they'd left his car. The sashay of her ass could've provoked a stone cold drunk.

  Once more he had to race to keep up with her. One moment she was hot and the next cold. So much for moments. He licked his lips and tasted her.

  Time for a mental check—was she going to be worth the hell she was putting him through? Odds were still very high. That kiss had been sizzling, even if only briefly—even if she wasn't going to admit it.

  He caught up with her and matched her stride for stride but remained silent. It was tempting to just claim her, but the next move still had to be hers or he'd never find out if her passion measured up to her sexual bravado. If it did, he'd make her his—if he had to tie her hand and foot!

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  CHAPTER TWO

  —Later that night Lacy tossed about in her bed trying to find sleep. Even her vibrator had brought little release from the grip that knotted her stomach. The thing with Doug was lust—nothing more, nothing less. Why the hell did she fight it so?

  His lips had been so gentle receiving hers with wonderment during their first kiss. The second kiss had been much different. It had been a bruising kiss fueled by mutual lust. If they had been in a private place she would've taken him without another thought. Thankfully, they'd been in a public place.

  That meant she still had a choice. But she was crumbling under his persistence. She knew it. Was this some sort of battle of wills? Maybe. If so, she was tiring of the fight. She squeezed her eyes shut. She doubted Doug was ready to give up. She grinned. She hoped he wasn't.

  He had felt so hard under her and his cock had been full with wanting. She drifted into sleep. What if...?

  Her hips pressed against the mattress. They pressed against his hardness. She rose to her knees and brushed the leaves off his jeans before tugging on the zipper holding back her object of desire. The zipper parted smoothly and she reached inside to free him. “My, my,” she whispered. “All of this is for me?"

  Doug never said a word, but studied her intently.

  She lifted her skirt and hastily shoved her panties to one side. She was moist with readiness. She had been for days, if not weeks. After placing him at her damp entrance, she lowered her body slowly and closed her eyes. He filled her deliciously. This was better than any fantasy.

  She didn't want to rush this joining, but neither could she hold back. She rode him steadily until her world began crashing about her. She lost track of time, of sensations—there was only him expanding within her and then a crescendo of juices—his and hers.

  Lacy stirred in her sleep and was jarred awake by longing. “Shit,” she cried. She grabbed a pillow and pushed it between her legs, seeking solace. “This charade has to stop,” she groaned. “I can't take it any longer."

  * * * *

  Doug frowned at Lacy Hogan standing outside his office when he arrived the next morning. She appeared quite distraught. “What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

  He unlocked his door and ushered her inside. She walked to the center of his office, watching him warily as he hung up his hat and coat.

  "Okay,” he said, “what's up? Why are you here so early in the morning? I didn't think you had a class until after lunch."

  She closed the space between them before speaking. Her intoxicating scent flooded his nostrils. She turned her palms up as if in surrender. “Doug, do you still want to fuck me?"

  He had to strain to hear her faint whisper. “Do you mean..."

  She nodded, puckering her lips.

  He didn't need an engraved invitation. He lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips softened under his. Her response ignited a fire deep in his loins.

  She cradled his butt and wiggled her crotch against his stiff erection. She slid her mouth off his, but didn't move out of his grasp. “I was thinking of having you over for dinner tonight,” she said, her voice breathless. “Thought we might be creative about dessert choices."

  Lacy rested her cheek on his shoulder gasping for air and he rubbed his chin through her hair. He gave her a moment to regain her equilibrium before leaning back and lifting her chin. He shook his head at her smoldering eyes. “While I like dessert, I'm a man partial to appetizers. I don't want to take a chance you might change your mind.” He placed an index finger at the base of her throat and trailed it down her cleavage, leaving her no room to mistake his intent.

  "Why?” Her question was choked with lust. She didn't try to stop his finger. Maybe she knew it wouldn't matter. She'd made her decision—now he was choosing the time and place.

  "Because I want you and you want me. Right now. Right here.” He scraped his fingernail against the rise of a breast. Her eyes widened. “Don't try to deny it."

  He kept his gaze locked on hers and slowly unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse. Holding his breath, he reached under the fabric to fondle a bare breast. Lacy closed her eyes, leaned into him and sighed. He breathed deeply as her nipple swelled under his caresses.

  While still toying with the nipple, Doug brushed his lips across her lips and trailed his tongue across her chin and down her neck. He smiled as she arched into him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. He kissed her throat and dipped lower, nearing her exposed breast.

  "Goodness,” Lacy moaned as he curved his tongue under her breast.

  He chuckled—he was making her his. There would be no retreat. There would be no waiting for dessert. Not this time. He covered much of her breast with his mouth. She thrust forward, forcing him to breathe through his nose. Doug lowered his hands to her rear and rocked her torso against his.

  She widened her stance, allowing him to fit his erection firmly against her mound. Only clothing kept him from his goal.

  Roughly, he yanked her blouse out of her skirt and slid his hands under her panties to cup her buttocks. “Jesus,” he groaned. “I can't wait."

  Lacy ground against his arousal. She opened her eyes. Was that surrender, or triumph?

  Doug's breathing nearly stopped when he felt her fingers working on his belt buckle. He leaned away a little to give her room to work. She never dropped her gaze from his.

  When she had him unbuckled, she reached in and clutched his cock.

  As if leading in a dance, he backed Lacy toward the edge of his desk. Her eyes flashed with awareness then amazement as the hard desk stopped their movement. He nodded. “My desk should work as well as yours.” He kept her pinned with his hips while he shoved papers, books and pens haphazardly off the surface of the desk. “Turn around,” he growled.

  She wet her lips and nodded. She squeezed his cock before removing her hand and pivoting about to face his desk.

  "You know what to do,” he said, hoarsely. “Bend over.” She did and he flung the skirt ove
r her backside. “Christ, what a fucking ass.” He sighed heavily and tapped her buttocks lightly. “Another time.” He dropped his pants and briefs, not bothering to kick them off. He grinned when she flinched as his stiff cock bumped against the back of her thighs.

  Doug pulled aside the fabric still guarding Lacy's pussy. “Stunning,” he murmured, running a finger the length of her fleshy crevice. “So wet. So hot. All for me?” Her head bobbed up and down, but she didn't utter a word. He slipped a finger inside her heat, then a second one.

  She pressed back against them.

  "You are so ready.” Lacy didn't speak, but Doug saw her lay her forehead on the desk and widen her stance preparing for the inevitable. He withheld a chuckle. He pulled out his fingers and skimmed them over his turgid length. This had been inevitable from the moment he decided he wanted Lacy Hogan months ago. He'd relished the chase, but now it was time to claim his reward. He guided the crown of his cock to her moist entrance. Leaning over and gripping her shoulders with both hands he pushed inward.

  "Good God,” Lacy whimpered, “you're splitting me."

  He didn't pause until her butt nestled against his hips. “Damn, you're an inferno.” He waited for her to adjust to his size. He dropped wet kisses across the back of her neck and along her shoulder blades.

  She arched up against him. “What the hell are you doing now?” she wailed. “Fuck me!"

  Laughter bubbled from his throat. “I just wanted to be sure you wanted me to fuck you."

  "Right. Funny time to stop and ask. If I didn't, your cock wouldn't be testing my depths. I've taken care of birth control. So fuck me good. Fill me if you can.” She waggled her butt and he slapped a butt cheek to still her. She stopped teasing immediately. She twisted her head about wild-eyed.

  "I should spank you thoroughly for giving me so many sleepless nights.” She shook her head wordlessly and he backed nearly all the way out of her sex. “Some other time,” he promised, plunging his cock back into her.

  "That's it,” she moaned. “Again."

  He didn't move.

  "Please."

  He chuckled and retraced his steps. Lacy tightened her inner grip on his penis as he drove back in. His temples throbbed and his throat had gone suddenly dry. They'd both had enough play. It was time. Without any more forethought, he again latched on to Lacy's shoulders and propelled his hips, driving his cock in and out of her. Her buttocks quivered under his barrage. Her wails only served to spur him toward completion. He spun out of control. Her image blurred before him. He heard her squeal.

  "I'm coming. Faster."

  His muscles couldn't propel him faster. Soon. Too soon, he recognized the familiar sensations of his climax building in his balls. He stood on his toes driving fractionally deeper. “Son of a bitch,” he howled. He came in long spurts. His hips slowed and lurched and he emptied his essence into her hidden recesses. He gasped for air and collapsed on top of her, crushing her against the desk top.

  Long moments later he heaved a deep sigh and Lacy responded with a matching sigh. Neither spoke. Her fingers no longer curled around the edge of his desk. He sensed her body relaxing. “That was well worth the wait,” he murmured in her ear. He flicked his tongue out at her earlobe.

  Lacy shook her head. “No more now."

  He nodded, stood and gingerly backed out of her. He watched Lacy turn about and sit on the desk edge. She didn't bother with buttoning her blouse or pulling down her skirt. He didn't see regret. Actually, she gave him a rather satisfied smile.

  She stretched her arms high above her head and hopped off the desk. She reached for his limp cock which he had forgotten remained fully exposed. Lacy bent down and pressed her lips against his crown and then stood and brushed her lips across his mouth. “We better tidy up before you have some eager students dropping by.” She tugged his briefs and pants up his legs and re-buckled his belt. She batted an eye at him. “In case you're wondering, I'll be spending much of the day planning this evening's dessert, if you think you'll still be hungry then."

  Doug grinned and began buttoning her blouse. “I'll be there hungry as a starving man. You can count on that.” He smirked. “At least we didn't lose any buttons."

  "For a while, I was wondering how I was going to get out of the building with my clothes in shreds.” She eyed him with renewed passion. “God, why did we wait so long?"

  "Because you have a stubborn streak as wide as your delightful ass,” he said, pulling her skirt back down.

  "You do seem rather taken with my ass,” Lacy quipped, running fingers through her mussed hair. “And were you serious about spanking me?"

  He slanted a finger across her lips. “That's for me to know and you to find out. And, I'll take your ass when I want to."

  * * * *

  On shaky legs, Lacy made her way back down to her office. Once there, she slumped in her chair and leaned forward to rest her head on her desk. She closed her eyes and relived those precious moments when Doug had slammed his cock in and out of her. She shivered slightly. What had she gotten into this time?

  She'd known Doug as a sensitive and somewhat yielding man. She'd expected him to be a passionate, but tender lover. What she'd experienced wasn't tender, but it sure had been ravishing. It had been over the top.

  She heaved a sigh, with effort lifted her head, and sat back in her chair. Was he a Jekyll and Hyde? Was he Clark Kent and Superman? She'd didn't mind at all, but she did like to know which Doug would show up—which one to prepare for.

  Lacy pulled a mirror from her purse. She looked a mess. She redid her lipstick and ran a brush through her hair, all the time going back over the scene that had so recently taken place upstairs. She might've been able to stop him before he stuffed his hands down her panties and kneaded her rear. He was definitely unstoppable after that. She might've been able to stop herself before he tweaked her nipple, but she'd been mesmerized after that.

  She knew he'd been joking when he stopped after he'd pushed his way past her inner barrier. Each of them was way past stepping back at that point. Damn, he was good. Better than she'd ever dreamed. Commanding, yet encouraging.

  Her pussy still hummed his praises. She hugged herself. She could hardly wait for him to claim her ass. And spanking? She might deserve a spanking, and she did enjoy a good spanking from a partner who knew what he or she was doing. She heaved another sigh. She knew Doug would never spank her in anger. But still, his veiled promise surprised her. Her buttocks clenched.

  She had no idea what would happen next between them. She only knew she was no longer in control. But then she wasn't about to give him complete control, either. Lacy smiled at her reflection in the small travel mirror. Maybe she'd have to work a little harder at cooking up this evening's dessert.

  * * * *

  "You seem pleased with yourself,” Lacy said, twirling spaghetti around a fork. Doug had been rather subdued since dropping by for dinner. And there was a smugness about him she didn't like. Surely, he wasn't already taking her for granted.

  "Shouldn't I be?” His eyes sparkled. “It's not every day I get to fuck a temptress in my office.” He glanced about her dining room and kitchen. “And this is quite nice. Rather domestic."

  "Domestic! Don't plan on becoming a fixture!” She saw him blanch. That was good—she'd set him back on his heels. And she wasn't about to give up her advantage. “Let's get a couple things straight right now. I'm not looking for permanency. You must know that.” She waited for him to nod. “And I can juggle more than one person at a time."

  This time his gleam was undecipherable. “I just bet you can."

  She chose to ignore his jibe. “So we're clear—no strings, no expectations."

  He lifted his wine glass in salute. “No strings, no expectations.” He cocked a single eyebrow. “Other than some mind blowing sex."

  "Absolutely.” She hoisted her glass in response. “No holds barred."

  "Well see about that,” he muttered, pushing away his plate.

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p; "You want any more?"

  He shook his head and gave her a whimsical smile. “I might like some dessert."

  Lacy patted her mouth with a napkin. “Did you have anything special in mind?"

  "I do. Thank you for asking,” he said, tracing the back of her hand with a finger. “Perhaps something a little puffy. Something with a little tang to it. Something that oozes when I bite into it."

  "My, my—I may be able to offer you a delicacy that matches those specifications. But what about my dessert?” She managed a purposeful pout. It was past time for reasserting her place in this strange relationship.

  "What do you mean?” He frowned and sat back against his chair.

  "Didn't I tell you?” She gave him a dismayed look. “I wanted you to bring along dessert, too."

  A tiny smile worked its away across his lips. “So what did you have in mind?"

  "I'm partial to long tasty pastry desserts, sort of like cream horns."

  "I'm sorry I didn't hear you ask. I could have stopped by a store and picked some up."

  "Perhaps you'll come up with a substitute.” She ran her tongue across her lips. “It needs to be long. It could be harder than a cream horn."

  He nodded.

  "I always begin eating a cream horn by starting on one end. I like to nibble on it before squeezing on the other end and filling my mouth with cream. It can be so delightful. I do hope you'll think of a substitute."

  "I think,” Doug's voice was thick with emotion, “I'll be able to satisfy your culinary desires."

  Lacy rose and pushed back her chair. “Given that we've each made our dessert selections, perhaps we should go upstairs and share them.” She stopped. “But I don't want any crumbs spilling in my bed."

  Doug laughed. “I don't know about you, but I don't plan on spilling a crumb or a drop."

  "Me either,” she agreed, reaching for Doug's hand and heading for the stairs. “I hate it when people waste perfectly fine food."

  * * * *

  "You surpass any fantasy I've ever had of you, Lacy.” Doug knelt naked between her legs. His burgeoning penis attested to its delight in her choice of dessert.