"I need to warn you."
"Warn me about what?" he leaned in and I could smell his aftershave and the clean man scent of him. I tried my best but lost the battle, I inhaled deeply like he was my drug.
"Well, see the thing is..." I coughed. I cleared my throat. I tried not to stare at his stubble or the cut of his jaw or the deep rose colour of his lips. I failed again and wiggled hopelessly in the fake leather seat. God, I was throbbing under my panties. When he smiled, my stomach twisted with excitement and want.
I was holding my breath. I shifted some more and it only made the wetness and the heat between my legs that much worse. My pussy was wet and I was flustered. What a mess.
"Claire, what exactly is happening here?," he whispered. Then great gusts of laughed came roaring out of him. I dropped my gaze and tried to focus on anything but how the sound of his amusement had pebbled my nipples. How my stomach buzzed with invisible butterflies. He was my boss. Nothing more. Nothing less. It should stay that way, regardless of recent bizarre attractions. "My, my, my. What do you want, Claire?" His big brown eyes raked over me and it was like having his hands on me, rough and demanding.
"I...uh...I..."
"What do you want, Claire?" He said again. He riffled through the pages on my desk and examined the index as I floundered for words.
"The position. I want that new position," I stammered.
"Do you want the office with a view, too?" He waggled his eyebrows and grinned at me. I felt like my face would burst into flames.
"No," I breathed. I realised the copper buttons of his button fly were right in front of my face. I further realised that his cock was hard. My breath seemed to solidify in my lungs.
His look turned serious.
Oh shit. He was reading my mind. He was throwing my dirty fantasies right back at me. And part of me knew right then that this had been some kind of confession, my staying late and inviting him to review my work.
"You're a woman who knows what she wants. I like that" he said in a low growl.
His fingers running over me made me moan softly and when his lips touched mine, I opened my mouth for him wantonly. I sucked his tongue and he stepped in closer, crowding me in the chair with his bulk. The chair rocked slowly with the movement.
He broke the kiss and I felt thrilled and guilty and dirty all at once. It only made it worse. My want of him. My need of him. I wanted him inside of me and so in my mind, I willed him further.
He pulled at his button fly. Yanked until the buttons popped one by one, his big hand reaching behind the curtain of denim and finding his hard cock. He pulled himself free, guiding his hard length to my lips. I opened my mouth for him, sucked him deep. He tasted so warm and so sweet.
When he looked at me, he looked dazed. Slightly drunk with excitement and arousal.
"I'll show you how badly I want this, if you like" I said, forcing my voice to be braver than I felt.
He removed himself from my mouth. Long and hard, his cock swayed in front of me with a flush of crimson at the head.
"Put it back to my lips," I said. More bravery.
He made a low sound. The kind of sound that raised goose bumps on my shoulders. And then he pushed the velvety soft skin of his cock to my lips. I licked him slowly, eyes on his eyes. I would pretend to be brazen. Inside I was shaking and shivering and revelling at my request. He tasted like hot skin and soap and man. I ran my flattened tongue along the rigid length of him, sucked him deeper, finding my hands clutching at his ass of their own accord.
He fucked my mouth, one hand in my hair, one holding the back of my chair. "Stop, Claire. Wait." His voice was torn. I could tell he wanted to keep going but he needed to do something else.
He cleared his throat and I had to smile. He was usually so mature and dominant, yet so cute when he was flustered.
I opened my thighs for him. Wider when he told me to. I watched the top of his dark head as he lowered his face between my legs, licked along the ridge of me. Sucking my clit into his mouth, letting me go for just a moment. Then wild circles that had me clutching at the arms of my chair and dancing under him. A wild marionette on the verge of orgasm. He licked me until I sobbed and came against his darkly stubble face.
Clutching his hair. Saying his name.
My head was fuzzy and spinny and I sort of felt like I was trapped in a dream, but I let my legs fall wider for him. I watched him latch onto me with his mouth. His lush, dark red mouth. His stubble bit my inner thighs and his fingers smoothed it better with soft strokes. He licked the flat of his tongue over me and swirled wet, eager circles over my clit. My hips bumped up on their own, my hands delved into his hair, clutching and pulling so much I feared I would hurt him. But he growled deeply in his throat and ate me harder, softer, deeper, and fingered my ass.
The orgasm wound up inside of me, pulsing through my pussy, echoing in my womb. Wave after wave as I yanked his hair, laughing and crying as I came. "Jesus Christ. Goddammit," I laughed. I wiggled but he pinned me with his bulky forearm, licking slowly along the over sensitive skin until a smaller orgasm followed the first.
"Give it all to me, Claire. Come on. Don't be stingy with me. We'll share this dirty little secret."
