by LS Anders
All too soon that sense of security turned into something hot, nailing her between her thighs. Barely holding her desire at bay, she shouldn’t give into her baser needs. Jason could so easily hurt her if she allowed him to capture her heart.
Both situated on their backs, sliding her hand under the covers until she made contact, it was too much of a temptation not to curl up next to him. Rolling to her side, she wrapped her hand around his thick bicep, curling her body into him. He seemed to stiffen for a moment before relaxing, tilting his head to rest on top of hers.
His breath brushed her hair. His masculine scent drilled into her nose, uncoiling another massive surge of desire that made her flex her hips towards him.
“Can I have a kiss goodnight?” she asked.
“Sure.”
When he didn’t make a move to come to her, she raised up over him and lightly touched her lips to his. His beard stubble rasped against her skin, making her want to jump on his face and grind herself all over him.
Jason was already breathing heavy from the slight touch of their joined lips. Motivated by his reaction, she allowed her hand to venture south until she found his rock-hard flesh pulsing beneath the covers. Wrapping her hand around his hard width, she stroked his length until he closed his hand over hers.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes. I need you, Jason. Please help me forget about the mess in my life, if only for a little while.”
Rolling her beneath him, she made room for him between her legs. Kissing her thoroughly, he set the pace taking his time exploring her curves. His hands setting her on fire. Bending her knees, she raised her hips in an unspoken plea for him to do more than touch.
His sexy chuckle sent another wave of wetness to her center. Her panties were already soaked. If he didn’t take her soon, she was going to spontaneously combust.
“So eager. Are you hungry, baby?”
“Jason, please don’t tease me.”
Hooking his fingers on both sides of her panties, he raised up so she could bring her legs together, sliding the silky barrier out of the way. She whipped her shirt off, tossing the garment to the floor.
Lying back, Jason covered her body with his. Her palms roamed over his smooth skin, his muscles contracting and relaxing as she went. Running her hands down his back, she gripped his tight ass, pulling him closer, delirious to have him inside. His blunt tip nudged her inner thigh. Moaning from the heat that scorched her, she wiggled beneath him, trying to line up her needy flesh with his.
Shifting his body to accommodate her search, his head found its mark and Jason slowly slid fully inside. Groaning when his balls made contact, he began a slow assault on her senses, rocking in and out of her with gentle thrusts.
Evana was so wet, Jason damn near came as soon as he was buried inside her tight heat. Going slow was the only way he was going to last. He didn’t need a repeat of his teenaged premature ejaculation.
Her nails scoring his ass sent a rush of painful ecstasy straight to the head of his dick. Capturing both her hands when she tried to quicken his pace, he held them above her head and continued with his slow and deliberate strokes. Surrendering to his will, she let her knees fall wide so he could have his way.
Relaxing, she moaned, enjoying the slow ride, but the intense look she was drilling into him had him releasing her and reaching for the top drawer on her toy chest.
“No,” she said stopping him. “Only you. I just want you.”
His chest squeezed up tight at her admission. “Alright. Whatever you want.”
He wished like hell all she ever wanted was him.
Unable to resist the fullness of her slightly parted lips, Jason dipped his head touching his tongue to her lower lip before delving inside.
Evana raked her hands through his hair, holding him to her. She returned his kiss with a passion that both burned and scared the hell out of him. An intensity that he’d been hoping for ever since he’d laid eyes on her again.
It was all he could do to hold his weight above her as he tried to maintain an even rhythm. She was soaking wet. Her juices gathering at the base of his dick and rolling down the tightness of his balls.
His brow beaded with sweat as he held back the orgasm pressing hard against his tip. His need to cum growing more urgent with every feminine moan and roll of her pelvis meeting his every thrust. They were in perfect unison. An erotic dance that was soon to take them over the edge.
Evana broke the kiss. Tossing her head back, she gripped his ass as her slippery heat pulsated around him. With a harsh curse, his balls cinched up tight emptying inside of her.
Lying over to the side so not to crush her, he pulled her to his front, cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. If she would only reciprocate half of what he felt for her, he’d be happy.
Spring had given way to the heat of the summer and Jason was no closer to winning over Evana than he had been the first day he’d walk through the door.
He’d fallen into a routine over the past couple of months and not one he would have chosen for himself. Every morning he’d wake up, go to work or the gym, try to figure out ways to gain Evana’s attention, eat, drink too many beers, and fall asleep after he’d jerked off.
It was a horrible existence that needed to soon change.
He was pissed at himself for stupidly assuming too much about the night he’d spent with her after Ryder had died trying to break-in, and he’d fallen a little harder in love with her. She wasn’t reciprocating, her slender arm holding him at arm’s length. She’d easily stepped back into her role as his boss as soon as the sun had peeked over the horizon.
She’d held true to her convictions to not get romantically involved with him again despite the lust filled looks she raked over his body, and it had been business as usual at the studio, for her anyway. Him? Not so much. Fighting off his attraction to her while sharing a workspace wasn’t the easiest thing he’d ever done, all while holding onto a glimmer of hope that she would come around.
He’d even backed off with his unabashed forwardness, trying a new approach of spoon feeding her the idea of the two of them as a couple. Staying professional as he left himself open for any sign that she was leaning towards anything romantic.
It hadn’t worked.
They’d shared a few drinks after work, reminiscing about their teen days back in Scottsdale, catching her up on the whereabouts of classmates that had been her friends during that time in her life.
He had to wonder if it wasn’t his company she sought, but the link to the past he could provide. It was pathetic that he was nibbling on every crumb she threw at him. No matter how chaste the time they spent after business hours, he was right there absorbing every tiny morsel of attention she would give him. Something as innocent as a touch of her hand had his heart thundering. But, she was showing no signs of anything more intimate.
Idly twirling the curser around the spreadsheet he’d not actually been looking at for the past hour, he was working every brain cell he had and coming up with nada. His head void of any new ideas to make her his.
He had a date…er, meeting with her tonight. She had reminded him last week that he had promised to join her in bidding her thirties farewell. Probably popped up on her Outlook calendar. Didn’t that make a guy feel all special?
Sliding open a desk drawer, he pulled out the narrow velvet box from its hiding place. Cracking open the lid, he fingered the links on the diamond bracelet wondering if she would be upset that he’d chosen a birthday gift so personal.
Jumping when the door swung open, he stashed the box before Evana caught sight of it.
“You’re looking guilty, like I just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar,” Evana smiled as she paused in front of his desk. “What were you doing?”
“Nothing. Just going back over the expenses for this year.”
“You did that yesterday,” Evana pointed out.
“How observant of you,” he
replied, watching as she approached, setting her hip on the lip of his desk.
The edge of her skirt rode up revealing the curve of her knee. He was sorely tempted to smooth his hand down and around her shapely calf.
She seemed to notice his interest, her eyes turning smoky as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip.
Following his baser instincts, he lightly touched her ankle with his fingertips. She didn’t pull away. Encouraged she was allowing the contact, his fingers began to roam slowly upward until he reached the swell of her calf. Caressing the muscle in slow circles, her skin scattered with goosebumps.
She was not as indifferent to him as she was leading on. But, why was she being so flirty today?
If he could just get his hand between her thighs, he knew he could have her begging him for it. It had been forever since she’d been touched. Knowing that gnawing burn of abstinence himself, he knew she was beginning to give into that weakness of needing human contact. Drawer full of silicone or not, the need to get off on something with a heartbeat would eventually win out.
Evana shouldn’t be enjoying his touch as much as she was. Her need to be close to him had won out, and she’d recklessly wandered into his personal space.
She was needy. Wound up tight from the dream that had woken her up in the wee hours of the morning. A pillow had made its way between her thighs as she slept, rubbing herself against the soft fabric had created a friction that had sent her soaring, but had left her aching for more.
Jason had been front and center in her naughty, nocturnal fantasy. Playing the lead role as he took her in every position imaginable. Her subconscious had a dirty mind that left her nipples tight, and her feminine flesh painfully swollen.
Propping her hip up on his desk was so not appropriate, but she opened her legs to him enough without looking too slutty, hoping he’d take the bait.
The first touch of his fingertips along her ankle had sent a spear of desire uncoiling inside her belly. As he migrated closer to her center, the damper her panties became. When he closed his hand around her calf, messaging the muscle, she was consumed by a flood of wetness. The need to have him inside her so strong, she barely held the reigns on her pent up frustrations.
“You doing alright this morning?” Jason’s hand ventured higher, fingering the crease behind her knee before caressing his way under her skirt to the inside of her thigh.
“I could be better,” she answered, scooting off the desk, she came around to stand in front of him. Leaning her bottom against the edge of his desk, she widened her stance to make room for his hand that had never left her inner thigh.
His eyes dropped taking in her new position.
Her eyes dropped taking in the massive erection straining inside his black slacks.
“What can I do for you, Evana, to make you better?” Jason teased, skimming his fingertips impossibly close to her pulsing flesh before flitting away.
Pent up hunger made her brazen. “I want your fingers inside of me.”
Jason’s hand faltered, the sexy smirk wiped away by her words. A stormy lust that wouldn’t be denied taking control.
Moving his hand up to cup her sex, she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. Strong fingers rubbing over her clit had her bracing her hands on the lip of the desk, spreading her legs as wide as her skirt would allow.
One of his fingers pushed past the edge of her panties to briefly dip inside. “Your dripping wet, baby. You should have come to me sooner. I would never deny you. There’s no need to let yourself suffer.”
She agreed with every single word he said as he nudged the strip of silk out of his way, burying his finger deep.
Flexing and holding her hips towards him, she bent her knees slightly as he glided his finger in and out of her slippery tunnel. Jesus, she was wet. On every inward stroke, she could feel her fluids coating his knuckles.
“Don’t move, I’m going to shut the door.”
Her flesh wept from the loss of his fullness. As soon as the door clicked shut, she shimmied out of her panties letting them drop around her ankles. The feeling of being naked beneath her clothing was such an erotic rush, she palmed her breasts sending tendrils of pleasure directly to where she needed Jason the most.
Coming back around the desk, Jason resumed his seat watching transfixed while she fondled herself. Overcome with an intense need to be naughty, she reached beneath her skirt touching her exposed flesh. His eyes followed, sucking in a harsh breath when he noticed her thong caught up around her ankles.
Moaning as she slipped a finger inside, Jason gripped his erection, rubbing the outline with his palm before placing his hands on her hips and lifting her skirt.
She didn’t stop her play, but continued to indulge him as she worked her flesh in front of him. What was it about Jason that brought out her inner slut? Whenever she was near him, all she could think about was sex. Dirty, rough sex. Hell, whenever he wasn’t around, all she could think of was sex. It was like she was in heat, and he was the only thing that could satisfy her.
She needed to slack this lust and put it behind her already, she was about to lose her mind with wanting him all the time.
The build up to an orgasm was within her reach. Slipping a second finger inside, she pumped herself harder until she exploded into a million tiny pieces as she moaned out his name.
Jason was panting, his eyes thin slits as she came. Leaning forward, he pushed her hand away lapping at the mess she’d made of herself. Her free hand moved back to her breast to join the other.
The sensations he was creating with his tongue between her thighs was making her knees buckle. Lifting herself up onto the desk, she freed one foot from her panties and laid back spreading herself open for his pleasure. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she was more than willing.
Groaning, he planted his hands on the backs of her thighs pushing her legs wide and out of his way. Covering her with his mouth, he filled her with the slippery heat of his tongue, thrusting until she pleaded with him to stop.
Lifting her from the desk, he turned her, pushing her body forward as he grasped her hips pushing her feet wide apart to accommodate him. Fumbling with his belt, he unzipped, freeing the rigid length that consumed her thoughts.
She arched into him as he touched his engorged tip to her slick heat. Slamming into her, she gasped losing her breath. Gone was his usual smooth and gentle ride, in its place a pummeling that had her teeth rattling. Clinging to the edge of the desk, she held on the best she could, trying for some leverage to meet his grueling pace.
Oh yeah, this was what she’d needed.
Panting, she attempted to keep her moaning to a minimum as to not alert the entire studio that there was live porn being played out in the back office. There was no help for the guttural sounds she made when the room suddenly exploded around her.
Jesus, her body clenched up so tight from her orgasm, she could feel her vaginal muscles pulsating around Jason’s cock every time he thrust in deep, and he was far from finished with her. Her orgasm seemed to spur him on, fueling a rutting beast that was sure to leave marks before he was finished.
Jason couldn’t have stopped if the room had caught fire. Evana had pushed him way past any civility, teasing him while she masturbated in front of him. Her fingers slick with her own juices as she pleasured herself to completion. When she moaned out his name as she came, a primal need shot straight to his dick clouding any good judgement that might have remained.
He had never been this rough with any woman, but none of them had ever pushed him over the edge of sanity. He had to taste her first before he fucked the naughtiness right out of her. Her throaty moans did nothing but drive him that much harder.
His fingers were digging into the fleshiest parts of her hips as she pushed back meeting his brutal thrusts. Clamping down tight around his neglected flesh, she orgasmed, her sweet pussy milking him as he continued to slam himself inside her.
He knew what would make her cum again. Wetting his finger, he
tasted the remnants of her sex. As gently as he could without slowing his rhythm, he pressed inside her rectum. He had caught her by surprise, but was rewarded when she damn near toppled him over with her passion.
Sweat was streaking his face, and his balls were heaving, ready to blast out every drop of cum he had inside himself. All it took was her body seizing up around him again to send him plummeting over the edge into his own ecstasy. Throwing back his head, he let loose a roar as he emptied himself inside of her.
Floating back into his body, he felt Evana begin to shift around. Looking down at his hands, he still had a death grip on her flesh.
“Shit, Evana. Did I hurt you?”
Looking over her shoulder, she smiled pushing herself up from the desk. “I’ll survive. Thanks for that, by the way.”
“Anytime,” he said. Stepping back to give her room, he tripped over his pants that had settled around his ankles, then fell backwards into the chair that had been shoved back against the wall.
“Are you alright?” Evana gasped.
“Yeah.” Taking in the aftermath of their office sex fest, he laughed. “We’re a mess.”
His pants were bunched around his ankles, the hem of his shirt crumpled and wet.
Attempting to smooth the wrinkles from her skirt, there was no hope of salvaging Evana’s outfit, it was destined for the dry cleaners. Even her panties had not survived. Still hung up around one slender ankle, they were misshapen, stretched beyond repair. The smoothness of her straight black hair was mused and tousled like she’d been… well, fucked good and hard.
He’d done that. She was all in disarray because of him. Smug satisfaction had him grinning wide as he rubbed a hand over his dick and balls.
“Jason,” Evana scolded. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that with your cock in your hand, we’re going to be at it again.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“Not for you it wouldn’t,” she admitted.
Now that she was satisfied, her demeanor had swiftly changed directions sucking away all his playfulness. Grabbing the waistband of his pants and standing abruptly, he pulled them up as he went, fastening them as he took a step forward.
