by T. L Smith
She bit her lip. I fucking wanted to lose control when she did that. “Don’t do that,” I ordered. “It makes me want to do very bad things to you.”
“To office desks,” she toasted again, a wicked glimmer in her eyes.
“And to all the things we can do on an office desk.”
My mouth was on hers in a heartbeat. She tasted of wine and all things sweet, and I wanted to devour every bit of her body. Sliding my hands under her arms, I lifted Britta off the stool, and she wrapped her long legs around my waist, gripping tight. I kissed her hard, sucking in her bottom lip until she groaned against my mouth and my cock pressed between her thighs. She gently rolled her hips against me, and it took all the strength I had not to throw Britta on the floor and take her hard and fast. I knew better.
Britta deserved respect, and to be shown real intimacy. Not the shit she endured with Roman. Lifting her ass onto the counter, I slid my tongue to meet hers. She practically melted, raking her fingers through my hair and pulled me in deeper.
If she fucked like she kissed, we would never leave the apartment.
Bunching her dress high on her thighs, I slid my hands up her tingling skin until my fingers dance at her...
“You’re wearing panties,” I mouthed against her demanding lips.
She smiled between kisses. “Maybe I was hoping the night would finish with you taking them off.”
“You’re a bad, bad girl.”
Cupping her ass, I pulled her closer, my hard cock pressing against her wetness.
I wanted to take her on every surface of my apartment. I wanted her naked and writhing, pleading for me to stop and begging for more. Her taste was intoxicating. It was like crack for the first time, you wanted more and more just to get that fucking high one more time.
Hoisting Britta off the counter, her legs again wrapping around my waist, I carried her down the hall to the end door. Kicking it open, we entered the darkened office, and I sat her on the end of the large mahogany desk. The only light coming through was from the city lights shining through the floor-to-ceiling window bathing Britta in shimmering silver.
She went to speak, but I placed a finger against her swollen lips. Britta’s chest rose and fell heavily as she watched me pull my tie loose. She eyed it with anticipation, and I smiled, interpreting her every thought. Britta was a good girl with a dirty mind. Pulling her forward, I wrapped the tie around her wrists ensuring she couldn’t escape. She was practically panting when I stepped away. This was the state I wanted her in. This was the state, I had on many occasions, imagined her in.
I began to unbutton my shirt, Britta watching my every move. Dropping it to the ground, I started on my belt. Even in the shadows, I saw her tongue moisten her bottom lip.
She was ready and wanting, and it was fucking beautiful.
Removing the belt, I placed it by her side, a mixture of fear and excitement playing in her eyes. That was what I loved about Britta, she was always willing for anything. Stepping between her legs, I pulled her close.
“I’m happy you left these on,” I said, my fingertips grazing her panties. I could feel she was wet for me, and my cock ached to be inside her. Hooking a finger under the lace, I teased her sensitive clit. She squirmed, her body trying to deal with the raw sensation. Britta pushed against me, her tied wrists strained against the bonds.
I found her mouth, kissing gently but deeply. She moaned, and it was the best fucking sound ever. Moving my finger down to her opening, her legs spread wider allowing me access, giving me permission. Sliding inside her, Britta’s head dropped back, eyes closed, her spine concaving with pleasure. I moved with pace and rhythm, hooking my finger and finding her g-spot. She rotated her hips keeping in time with me.
She was panting when I pulled out, her eyes wide and begging for me.
“Be patient, my girl. There’s a lot more of that coming.”
Dropping my trousers to the floor, I stepped back and pulled her off the desk.
“Turn,” I ordered, and she did so. She was exceptionally co-operative when she wanted something badly enough. The thought made me smile. The Italian sassiness in her took a back seat.
Taking to the clasp, I lowered the zipper all the way down to her ass. Pulling it over her hips, the red number fell to the floor pooling at her feet. Britta was left standing in only her lacy G-string and heels.
I stepped further away, allowing the city lights filtering through into the darkened office to highlight all her luscious curves, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I mouthed. She’d heard and turned to look over her shoulder at me, biting her bottom lip.
I practically growled, feeling the need to punish her for making me so fucking horny.
“You better stop doing that,” I warned, but it was too late. I was on her before I could stop myself. Bending Britta over the mahogany desk, her bound hands stretched in front, my greedy hands roamed the smooth roundness of her ass. She whimpered in delight as I slapped each cheek before leaning down to kiss away the sting.
I wanted to slide my tongue under her panties and taste what I’d longed for. Lowering to my knees, my cock tenting my underwear, I moved her feet further apart. I needed all the access so I could get in deep.
Hooking a finger under her panties, I pulled them aside exposing her wet pussy. I was practically salivating when my tongue glided from pussy to ass and back again. Her knees weakened, so I wrapped an arm around her waist, playing with her clit at the same time. Britta eagerly ground against my mouth and in response, I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to love a good tongue fuck. Britta didn’t want it gentle, and when she tasted this divine, I just wanted to maul her. The deeper I went and the more I worked her clit, the more she trembled. Her climax was building, but I wanted her to come around my cock. Standing tall, I straightened Britta, whose eyes were hooded and expecting. I would love to fuck her from behind, but for our first, I wanted to see the pleasure on her face, the way her eyes rolled back when she orgasmed, to see her mouth when she cried out.
Gripping her waist, I lifted Britta and lowered her onto the desk, facing me. I had my back to the city lights, so she could watch my silhouette while I lowered my underwear. Once again, her tongue darted out and moistened her lips, eyes glued to my cock that was throbbing to take her. Closing the space, I kneed between her legs spreading her wide and ready.
Hooking a hand through Britta’s loose hair, I kissed her deeply, gently biting and sucking. She reciprocated, her sweet little mouth demanding and urgent. Holding onto her bound wrists, I gently pushed Britta back until she was lying on the cool wooden desk, the dim light highlighting her curvy breasts. My hands roamed the length of her bare thighs, finger grazing her pussy. She watched my every move, the further I got between her legs, the harder she breathed. Stepping forward, the tip of my cock teased her opening before I couldn’t stand tormenting her, or me, any longer and I plunged my length inside her. Britta cried out in pleasure and pain, her back arching as she took me fully.
“Fucking, Christ!” I mouthed, the sensation far too exhilarating. She felt like perfection, her pussy clamping around my cock in an already tight space. I pulled out, and she exhaled slowly before I slammed back into her and begin fucking like she was my last feast.
Britta’s heavy breasts bounced with the movement, her desperate pleas echoing through my office. She raised her arms above her head, gripping the desk’s edge. I lifted her legs, bending until she folded, clutching them just above the ankles. It allowed me to drive deeper, to hear her pleasurable husky screams with each thrust. Britta’s nipples were hard and in need of being sucked. Leaning forward, I claimed each one, sucking, flicking, biting.
“Hawk...” she panted, her body trembling. I could feel her clenching, she was close. Straightening, I gripped her legs tighter and slammed into her pussy until she shrieked with delight. Again, her back arched, pussy wet but so tight as she came arou
nd my cock. Her body collapsed back onto the table, exhausted, skin tinged pink.
But I was not done with her yet. I continued to fuck hard, claiming every bit of strength she had left until I gave into the pleasure and exploded inside her. I pumped Britta full of cum, years of this playing out mentally, finally becoming a reality.
Pulling her upright, I continued with gentle thrusts. After fucking so hard and coming harder, both her pussy and my cock were more sensitive to the touch. Within moments, my cock was hard as a rock again, greedily wanting more. Her hand hooked over my neck, Britta’s hips gyrated, her head lolled back as she soaked up the movement.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she pleaded.
“I don’t plan on it, babe. You feel too fucking good to not fuck all night.”
This time, however, I wanted to go slower. I wanted to savor the feeling of her pussy around my cock. Cupping her ass cheeks, I lifted her high, and instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist. While I carried Britta from the office, she continued circling her hips, grinding against me.
“You’re fucking wicked, you know that?” I rumbled, the sensation far too good.
She fucked me in her own time, hard nipples grazing my chest.
“The wall,” she barely breathed, eyes closed in ecstasy. “The wall.”
We didn’t make it to the bed. Instead, I sandwiched her against the wall where she used the firm backing to grind harder.
This time she was in charge, and I fucking loved how she was craving it.
She exhaled sharply, eyes opening and rolling back, nails digging into my shoulders as she came around my cock once more.
In this very moment, I saw Britta at her most vulnerable. Most sexual. It was a moment I wanted to etch in my brain, for it was her most beautiful.
Those blue eyes met mine, and I kissed her lips gently while walking to the bathroom. Lowering Britta onto her shaky legs, I untied the bounds around her wrists and turned the shower on. With the right temperature, we stepped in under the stream, and I soaped her gorgeous body. She freely let my hands roam into every nook and cranny. Britta wrapped her hand around my still-hard cock and stroked, tired eyes lusting for what I could give her.
“You want some more, baby?”
She met my gaze, hopeful and expectant. “Yes.”
I smiled, loving how much she craved it. “The night is ours,” I said, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around her shoulders. “The night is ours, and I plan to explore every inch of your body and back again.”
Britta shivered in delight and bit her bottom lip.
I pulled her close, skin to skin. “I want to fuck you nice and slow next time, but if you keep biting that lip of yours the way you do, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be walking around bowlegged for a week.”
This time, she smiled, coy and cheeky. “Maybe that sounds like a punishment I may just love.”
I gripped her ass and squeezed tight. “You’re a bad, bad girl, Britta Valentino.” Taking her wrist, I led Britta to the bed and pushed her back onto the mattress. She sat, legs swaying side to side, arms propping her up. Catching her ankles, I pulled her roughly toward me until she fell back down and spread her legs wide.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I growled, my voice husky with desire. “Screaming only turns me on.”
Chapter 11
Britta
I had to tell him no more.
He laughed and said, ‘I told you so.’
I was tired and fucked... literally.
I tried to stand, but he pulled me back down onto his king-sized mattress. It may be the biggest bed I’d ever been in, but we covered every inch of it last night. My skin tingled at the memories. Hawk wasn’t lying. He did punish me. And I loved every moment of it. My body screamed at me for a reprieve, but I could give it none. Hawk was in me, over me, consuming me, taking me, and I willingly and happily took everything he gave. The man was a monster in the bedroom. Insatiable, relentless, and in all honesty, a fucking god between the sheets.
I wasn’t going to lie and say it felt wrong because it didn’t. However, the niggling in my mind started almost immediately.
He was my boss.
My brother’s best friend.
He was off-limits.
Hawk Carnage made a healthy living from making women feel sexy. He boosted their confidence with just one look. And last night, I’d felt like a fucking queen in his presence.
Quickly sitting up, I felt Hawk’s eyes on me following my every move.
“Stay, Britta,” he rumbled. It was more of a command the way he said it. I wanted to stay. But I didn’t know what it was that now existed between us.
“I have to go home,” I said, feeling the need to come up with any excuse. He looked so darn handsome, arm hooked behind his head, the white sheet up as far as his waist, revealing his chiseled muscles.
“Why the rush?”
His narrowed eyes made me nervous, and I faltered. “Home, because... I have to feed...” Shit. I looked around the room searching for some inspiration but got none, “... my goldfish.”
What the hell!?
Worst. Liar. In. Town. That was me.
Hawk raised his eyebrows at me.
“Goldfish? That’s your best excuse?”
“Umm... yes.”
He leaned forward, propped up on one elbow. “What’s its name?”
I was committed now. My head thinks Cooper as my mouth commits to Charlie. The end result is Charper.
Hawk bites his bottom lip to stop the smile.
“Charper?”
I swallowed hard realizing I sounded like a complete fuckwit.
“Y... Yes,” I stammer. “I wanted something, you know... unique.”
He nodded. “Charper is certainly unique.”
Clearing my throat, I stood looking around for my dress. It was still in his office. Shit. While I was busy working out my life, Hawk’s eyes were freely roaming my naked body, his hard cock tenting the bed sheet. I felt a pang between my sore legs.
I could just crawl back into bed and visit his cock one more time. No, I needed to go while I was already determined.
Grabbing the top blanket which had pooled on the ground at the end of the bed, I wrapped it around my naked body and headed to the door.
“Sweet Jesus!” I muttered, forcing my aching legs to move.
“Are you wanting to escape?” He laughed. My eyes flicked back to him.
“I told you,” I said with a hint of a smile because I sucked so badly at lying. “I have a goldfish depending on me.”
Walking down the hall to the office, I heard Hawk chuckle. Sliding back into my red dress, I searched for my cell in the kitchen, and with only five percent battery left, I ordered an Uber. Gathering everything, I waited for the lift and turned in time to see Hawk standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“See you Monday,” I said quietly, a strange feeling of loneliness filling the apartment as the elevator doors closed. Inside the lift, I caught my reflection in the mirrored glass.
“Oh my God,” I murmured, observing in horror the state of my bed hair.
I looked royally fucked and felt it too.
SLATE WAS SITTING ON my couch when I arrived home.
He glanced at me and then back to the TV, paying notice to my state of dress. Placing my keys on the counter, I headed straight for the shower to clean myself and put on some fresh clothes. Although we’d both had a shower together last night, we continued to fuck for another three hours after and I was confident I smelled of sex.
Today I planned to hate myself for what I allowed myself to do.
I fucked my boss.
And I liked it, a lot.
My deceitful body was already craving more.
This was a part of the reason why I left his apartment in such a hurry. His sexual stamina was off the charts. I’d never been with someone who could actually make me multiple orgasm. Roman never
took the time to garner one orgasm from me let alone multiple. It was a task I took on for myself. But having a man demand them from you time and time again until you were covered in sweat and shaking like a leaf was both exhilarating and terrifying. Last night I behaved with Hawk in a way I didn’t think was possible for me. My body simply... responded.
Slipping into a summer dress, I walked back out to the living room and joined Slate on the sofa. He’d taken it upon himself to order pizza, and when my stomach grumbled, I realized just how ravenous I was. I’d certainly worked up an appetite last night.
Stealing a slice of cheesy goodness, I stared numbly at the TV screen while I ate.
“Where you been?” Slate finally asked with a mouthful of food.
I stared at him. He hadn’t noticed I was still in my red dress when I returned home.
“I went to Roman’s wedding.”
He paused the movie and turned to me.
“Hawk go with you?”
I nodded.
“Where is he now?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “At home, I guess.” I took another slice of pizza and hoped he couldn’t see the montage of sexual images playing over in my mind. It was then Slate’s eyes fell on the sparkly jewel on my hand.
“He give you that?”
Again, I nodded. “It was to be convincing, and it worked. It once belonged to his grandmother.”
“I’m surprised he gave it to you.”
“He didn’t give it to me,” I rectified before he jumped to a whole load of invasive assumptions. “I just forgot to give it back.”
“So...” he started, eyes lighting up and catching me off guard. “How was it?”
My heart pounded. “How was what?”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
My palms started to sweat. How did he know? Was it written on my face? Did he notice the dress when I came home? Do I still smell of sex?
Slate clicked his fingers in front of me. “Earth to Britta. How was the wedding?”
Relieved, I exhaled loudly. “It was... interesting.”
