by Anna Santos
“How long has it been since you got laid?” he asked. I choked on my breathing. He turned me on my heels and I faced him, widened eyes and confused face. He was serious, no trace of amusement or playful teasing. “One month, two months?”
“That’s none of your concern,” I whispered, finding myself flustered and annoyed by his question.
“Actually it is,” he mumbled close to my face, making me swallow hard. I hoped he wasn’t implying what I thought he was, or else it would be extremely awkward. “I don’t need to read your mind to know that you are feeling conflicted about this.”
“About what?”
“About me touching you,” he whispered huskily. “We weren’t able to finish our previous conversation,” he said, caressing my hair, and leaving a trail of goose-bumps on my skin with the tip of his fingers. His hands were wandering down my neck, and I didn’t know what to do or think about that.
“What conversation?” I asked, grabbing his hand, to stop his caresses. “What’s wrong with you today?”
He smirked at my confused eyes, bringing my hand to his lips. The touch of his lips on my fingers made my vision become blurry. An unexpected warmth hit my stomach and sent crazy butterflies caressing every nerve of my skin. I gasped, but before I could make sense of the sudden feeling, he put an arm around my waist and pulled me firmly against his body. He was extremely tall. I widened my eyes with surprise and leaned my head back to stare into his eyes. His eyes were glowing, and I found myself surrendering to the closeness of our bodies.
“You are a strong woman, Violet,” he stated, voice laced with yearning. I froze and quivered with the hardness of his body. “However, you reek of sexual desire. He makes you wet, and you can’t conceal it, or you don’t even understand it. We need to fix that.”
“We?” I stammered, panicking when I felt his arousal against my stomach. “We don’t need to fix anything. What the hell is going on with you today?” I asked, trying to push him away, but I felt weak. “Seriously, move away from me!”
“No.”
“What do you mean no?” I asked, troubled. Did I have to fight him so he would let me go? That was so not like him. He was normally a sweet and polite man. I had never looked at him as a possible sexual partner. He was always so stern and committed to the cause. Never, had I thought he could even look at me that way. Apparently, I was wrong, or he was just messing with me. But he was not faking the protuberance inside his pants. The world was upside down, or I was having a crazy dream. I wasn’t sure what to call that. Did I think he was hot? Yes, hell, he was more than hot. But he had never given any hint that I pleased him that way. Galvin acted like a monk. I didn’t even know that he could feel desire.
“I’m no different from the other guys you sleep with to ease your loneliness. I’m here now, so you can use me. I don’t mind,” he declared, with a teasing smile that made me open my mouth in disbelief. My eyes went blank for a moment, so I could replay his words in my mind, because I thought I was hallucinating.
“I don’t feel like doing it right now,” I muttered in a girly voice that made him chuckle.
“But you are,” he leaned down and teased in my ear. “You have no idea how sweet you smell. How I want to get down on my knees and lick you all over.”
“Galvin,” I gasped, picturing his words and losing my breath. Hot fantasies aside; I was able to protest. “This isn’t funny!”
“It’s not supposed to be.”
“You are creeping me out!” I complained, exasperated.
“Just let me take care of you, Violet,” he pleaded huskily, making my mind go blank with his request. Okay, he looked hot, and he was extremely well-built. He was a good-looking guy, and I was naïve to think that he didn’t have a lot of women in his bed. Not that I’ve ever seen him with one. I had a lot of guys in my bed. I wasn’t going to pretend to be a prude, but sleeping with him would be awkward. After all, he was Ewan’s uncle! Even if he didn’t look older than thirty, and he was extremely attractive. No mixing pleasure and business. But damn! I was actually thinking about accepting it, because he pleased me a lot.
He was attentive to my reactions because he wasn’t letting me go, and he was waiting for me to decide.
“Are you high on something?” I questioned, finding my thoughts unhelpful to decide, whether I pulled him away or closer. Our bodies were pressed together and his hand was playing with my hair, while his fingertips were caressing my skin, sending tiny sparks of electricity down my arms.
“Yes, on your scent. Have I told you how good you look with your hair black? Don’t get me wrong, you were hot when you were blonde. But the black hair favors the paleness of your skin and your green eyes. You are beautiful, Violet.”
“We are friends; we work together. I don’t want to ruin that, so just let me go,” I requested, trying to be reasonable. I was emancipated, but I wasn’t a slut. I had never slept with someone at our organization. I had proposals, there were plenty of hot guys there, but I didn’t want to mix things up. Besides, the only man worth the trouble wasn’t giving me the time of day, until that moment, at least.
He shook his head and placed a soft kiss on the crook of my neck. “Your nipples are hard against my chest, and you are so hot between your legs that I feel like I’m about to erupt,” he mumbled, making me close my legs harder, and pressing my back against the door to escape his contact. My body was a traitor.
I heard him chuckling, amused by my reaction. He was acting evil, I should just push him back, and end the insane game. However, his hands caressed my back, gripped tight to my waist, while his mouth trailed kisses along my collarbone. I gasped, enjoying it, I couldn’t deny that. I was getting extremely wet and I shouldn’t. But it had been a while. Galvin was right. His touch was incredible and his lips were extremely soft.
“Oh my God! Violet, your skin is even softer than I thought.”
Before I could say anything, his hands pulled my skirt up, while caressing my thighs and finding their way between my legs. I moaned in reply, but I tried to close them harder, so he couldn’t touch me. His fingers played with my garter belt and softly caressed my panties, making it harder for me to keep resisting for much longer. His mouth was dangerously close to my cleavage. My hands were gripping hard to his back, against my own best judgment. I would never have thought that his touch could make me feel so good and wet.
Slowly my body gave in, my breasts shuddered under his tongue and my legs parted to let his fingers continue to caress my pussy, down into the warmth of my sex. I was going insane just with his fingers. I couldn’t possibly be that horny, could I? I was letting him do whatever he wanted with my body. No resistance whatsoever. There went my rule about no fraternizing with co-workers, right down the drain. Except that he was my boss, my friend, and my... My thoughts got lost somewhere between my legs.
“Not here,” I complained, enjoying his tongue flickering over my nipples and his fingers rubbing my insides. He had opened my shirt and had managed to pull my breasts from my bra, right into his mouth, and now he tormented my nipples, sending sparks of desire down my stomach and right between my legs. I was soaking wet!
“Not here.” I tried to make him stop, but his head was going down, leaving kisses along my body, until he kneeled in front of me and, after pulling my skirt completely up, he placed gentle kisses against the fabric of my panties. My body shattered under his touch, my rationality was adrift. Instinctively, I grabbed his hair, ruffling it, and letting my body quiver under his touch. The softness of his kisses were making my hips move, searching for more, wishing that he took my panties off and slipped his tongue inside of me.
“You smell like heaven. You have no idea of how many times I have dreamed of this,” he confessed, pulling my skirt down my legs, and leaving me vulnerable to his eyes. He put two fingers over the shape of my pussy and licked it in the middle, wetting the silky fabric. I leaned harder against the door, biting my lower lip, and letting my hips move involuntarily to the movement
of his tongue. “I have no idea why you keep playing with kids when you could have had me all along.”
“Don’t be silly,” I gasped. “I had no idea that you would...want to...fuck me.”
He stopped licking me to chuckle. “Don’t be a dirty mouth, Violet,” he lectured me, and I pouted to his words.
I leaned my head down to stare at him, and all I saw was the hunger in his eyes. My lips parted and my hands moved to his chin.
“So what are you doing then?” I asked, hoarse voice, and unsatisfied yearning that was making my body complain by the lack of touching. “Are you just horny?”
“I’m often horny when next to you,” he declared, and I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion.
What was he saying? He was clearly under the influence of some drug.
“I’m not crazy, Violet. I’m just sick of seeing you wasting your life with this petty revenge, and I’m sick of watching you suffer.”
Galvin placed his head against my stomach and held me tight, possessively even. His hands gripped my back, while his mouth left a trail of kisses from my stomach to my breasts. I slid down the door, unable to hold up my weight when my body was being assaulted by his mouth.
“You are so gorgeous,” he sighed, licking my neck and molding my breasts with his hands.
Then, his mouth took over mine, and I realized that I was seated on the cold floor while he was kneeling, devouring the rest of the self-control that I had. I whimpered when his lips left mine, tilting my head to beg for more. My eyes were too heavy to open and see what he was doing, where he was looking. I probably looked a mess. All flustered and half-naked on the floor, breathing as if I had just ran a marathon.
Galvin’s hands surrounded my waist and helped me get up on my feet. I slightly opened my eyes only to close them again when his lips fell over mine and his tongue pushed its way inside my mouth. He freed one of his hands to rip the few unopened buttons on my shirt and pull it down my arms.
I shivered, making an effort to move my feet and my clothes away. My arms surrounded his neck and I was on the verge of taking off my shoes when he spoke. “Leave them on,” he ordered, nibbling my neck and placing his hands on my buttocks. “I want to fuck you right here,” he added, grabbing the back of my thighs and making me part my legs.
I held to his forearms when his fingers slipped inside my panties and found my insides to rub. I grabbed his arms harder to sustain my weight, as I moaned and moved my hips to his will.
“You are wet,” he gasped while his fingers teased my insides, and he watched my reactions. It was embarrassing as hell, however, I was enjoying it too much, to mind. His fingers began pumping in and out, sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body.
“I won’t let him take you into his bed and break your heart once again, and ruin you forever. You like it rough, I’ll give you rough,” he mumbled, talking against my mouth. My nipples were hard, pressing against his shirt, but his words made me react.
“I don’t like it rough,” I complained, stiffening and moving my arms to pull him back. I didn’t need to because he stepped back, smug smirk, pulling his fingers out.
Galvin’s hands encircled my wrists, pinning my arms above my head as he stared down into my eyes. “Violet,” he whispered hoarsely, making me shudder because of the need that filled his voice and eyes.
My heart was racing, and I was unsure what he was going to do next. I didn’t want him to hurt me, but I didn’t want him to stop either. “Galvin...” I gulped.
His eyes softened, and his mouth kissed me gently while his hands eased the pressure against my skin. I whimpered, freeing my hands to pull his hair while fighting with his tongue and reveling with the closeness.
“You taste so good,” I whispered, moving so he could take off my bra and my fingers could play with the buttons of his shirt and remove what was preventing me from touching his muscles and caressing his skin. My hands were trembling, and it took a bit longer than it should, but he seemed less impatient than before.
His hands fondled my breasts while his leg nudged my legs apart. “Did you wear that for him?”
I blinked several times, focusing on his question. “What do you mean?”
“The stockings with the sexy lace panties over the garter belt for easier access.”
“Does it matter?”
Galvin growled before answering. “Yes, it does matter!”
“I always wear sexy underwear.”
“Yes, I’m painfully aware of that,” he said, turning me on my back and stripping off my panties. It caught me off guard, and I tilted back my head, watching his pants fall down his legs. He was going commando, and the next minute I was being crushed against the door, and Galvin had his cock against my butt cheek.
“What do you mean?” I asked, his answer intriguing me. His only reply was his hard and big shaft moving down, and caressing my entrance. I whimpered, glancing by the corner of my eyes at his hand with his cock, teasing me. “Galvin...”
His free hand surrounded my neck and rubbed all the tension away while his cock rubbed my slit, making my hips bounce in response. “I’m not blind and I’m fully aware how sexy and gorgeous you are. I bet it will be really tight and hot inside you.”
My face pressed against the rough surface as my body began to melt in desire. “Stop the teasing,” I gasped, pressing my fingers and leaving small moons carved against the door.
“Just tell me how much you want me to put it in, and I’ll do it. I’ll fill you up, Violet. I’ll make you come over and over again, and then I’ll take you to your bed and you can do whatever you want. You can ride me all night long.”
“I won’t say anything of that sort,” I protested.
“But I want you to,” he whispered against my neck, surrounding my waist with his arm and sliding two fingers between my legs to rub my clit. “It’s so swollen that if I lick it, you will come under my tongue.”
“You are grossing me out,” I moaned.
He chuckled against my ear, nibbling my earlobe. He removed his cock, and I felt it bounce against my ass, only to press his full length and hardness against my upper back. Even in my heels he was much taller.
His fingers kept caressing my clit, exercising enough strength to keep me wishing for more and whimpering in lust when they circled and dipped inside me. “Your body disagrees with your mouth.” He removed his fingers, and I squeezed my eyes tightly, biting down my lip with fury.
Galvin turned me on my heels and placed an arm around my waist to pull me against his hard body. Feeling his stiff cock wasn’t helping me to calm down.
“Why are you doing this?” I breathed deep, leaning back to stare at him.
“Because I want to fuck you.”
“Then fuck me!”
“You need to beg me to.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
I growled in protest because of his evasive maneuvers. “This isn’t you. You are...always so polite and...” I breathed deep again to be able to build a complete sentence without panting.
“And what? A fucking monk? I have news for you, Violet,” he spoke close to my mouth, grabbing his hands to my hips, “I have sex, I have needs and I find you hot.”
I kissed him hard, punishing his mouth for the time he was taking to have me. I grabbed his cock between my fingers and rubbed it. “I want you,” I whispered, craving his manhood between my legs. His hands left trails of fire wherever they touched, and I wanted that fire to consume me. “Is that you want to hear? I want you between my legs. I want you kissing and touching me. Oh my God! I want you, so stop delaying it.”
Galvin grinned against my lips, sliding his hands down my curves and holding my butt. “Look at me, honey,” he requested gently and I obeyed, because of the sweetness in his voice. “He fucked you for the first time on the ground without even caring about your needs, didn’t he?” I widened my eyes and nodded. They had some weird detailed registry of my life. Maybe he just read my diary. Anyhow, why was
he bringing it up? “Then just remember that when you feel the urge to sleep with him again.”
I think unshed tears made my eyes shine. I felt a lump in my throat. “Don’t kill the mood,” I begged.
He shook his head, kissing me and letting his tongue play with mine. My legs were trapped between his, while his cock was pressing against my stomach, making my insides burn with yearning to have it in. Lust washed over me, his mouth sent fireworks across my body. It was a deep and breathtaking kiss. I whimpered when his lips left mine and started leaving trails of fire on my neck, making me almost faint under his mouth. His kisses felt so nice that I was going insane.
“Put it inside,” I gasped, when his hands caressed my breasts, and his fingers pinched my nipples.
“Not yet.”
“But I want it,” I complained, pouting at his denial.
He bit my lower lip, engulfing it for a moment while staring at my eyes. We were watching each other, it was not so weird anymore. In fact, I was wondering how it didn’t happen sooner. Right, I thought he was a monk, or gay, or whatever I thought, because he was my superior, and I didn’t want to complicate things between us.
“You have to keep reminding yourself of something really important, Violet,” he whispered, caressing the hair away of my face. Then he placed my left leg around his waist, and held me up, so I could cross my legs around his waist. I felt his stiff cock against my soft core and I nibbled his lip harder; feeling our sexes rubbing each other. At that point, his hand maneuvered his penis into the right place, pressing it against my wet and warm cavity. I tilted my head back, enjoying the moment: the stiffness of his sex going inside mine. My walls spasmed with raw lust, and I sucked for air.
“He doesn’t care about you like I do. He didn’t wait for you to heal like I did. But I’m tired of waiting, Violet,” he whispered out of breath. “You are so tight and warm, darling,” he gasped, putting it all in and making my hips move with the steady and firm pace of his sex against mine.
I was so needy that I’d almost come with the movement of my clit against his crotch. I knew he was talking, but I wasn’t paying too much attention to it. I was more concentrated on my pleasure, and in my need to have a hard, nice cock rubbing my insides, filling me in and making me come. His was nice and hard. It fit perfectly, and it was sliding in and out, making me wetter and needier. I surrendered to his touch so easily that it was almost ridiculous. But the feelings and the need growing inside of me were enough not to really care about the consequences. Who would think I would be having sex with Galvin? He was always really solemn and private about his feelings and about his love life. It was a real surprise to know that he lusted for me!
