Jenna sighed as she ran her brush through her long hair. Back to reality. She had spent an amazing weekend with Luc, her perfect stranger. It had been the most erotic and intensely satisfying weekend of her life.
But now, back in her own apartment she realised real life had resurfaced and she had to get ready for work. He had promised to call but Jenna had wondered whether he had meant it. The guy was a God, he could find any willing woman who would love to have sex with him.
Oh God, the sex. Never in her life had she cum so many times. His tongue, his fingers, his cock - so many ways he had pleasured her. She felt the familiar ache between her legs as she remembered the last time he had fucked her. Up against the wall as she was about to leave, her legs wrapped around his waist, just submitting to the pleasure of being taken like that.
She squeezed her thighs together to try and relieve the aching throb. She needed to get ready. She tied her hair back into her usual no nonsense bun, and fastened the side zip of her professional pencil dress. She applied her makeup and stood back. She looked smart and classy. Nothing like the wanton girl who had had sex with a stranger.
When she arrived at work she made the usual greetings and smiled at her colleagues but she was glad to get inside her tiny office. Her mind constantly went back to the weekend, leaving her flustered. How was she going to get any work done?
She logged in to her computer and read her emails and got stuck into her work. The hours passed and she was just thinking about lunch when there was a knock at the door. She looked up and groaned inwardly when she saw her colleague, and ex boyfriend Pete standing there. It had only been a week since he had ended their relationship and the rejection still stung.
"Hey Jen," he greeted her as she told him to come in.
"Hi," she mumbled as she continued to look at her screen, hoping he would take the hint.
"So I bumped into Gia yesterday. She told me you'd had an interesting weekend."
Jenna's eyes shot up. Her best friend had obviously told him about going home with Luc. She didn't know whether to curse her or thank her. At least he knew she didn't spend the weekend crying over him.
"Yes it was fun thanks," she tossed back nonchalantly.
"Have lunch with me," he blurted unexpectedly.
Stunned, Jenna looked up at him. She observed the cocky grin, the slicked back hair and wondered how she had ever found him attractive. He was a boy and her body craved a man. Her stranger.
"I don't think so," she smiled pleasantly.
"Ah c'mon Jen, I can be fun too," he said with a leer and a wink.
"She said no," a deep dark voice commanded from the doorway.
Jenna's nipples hardened immediately in response to his voice and looked up to see Luc standing there glowering at Pete.
His large frame filled the doorway and he too was dressed for work, wearing a well cut grey suit and tie. Jenna could feel the dampness between her legs as she stared at him.
"She's having lunch with me," he said as he entered the room and held up a paper bag containing food.
Pete held his hands up in defeat and muttered his apologies as he backed out the door. Luc shut the door and walked over to her desk where she was still sat open mouthed.
"What are you doing here?" She spluttered, so unaccustomed to having a large sexy men taking up her office space.
"Who the fuck is he?" He growled, ignoring her question.
"Pete," she murmured, unable to take her eyes off him. "He's my ex."
Luc's eyes darkened but he didn't say anything as he put their lunch down on the desk. He walked to where she was sitting and held out a hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet and held her against him possessively. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her as she looked up at him.
"I wanted to surprise you," he told her, his eyes on her mouth. "I remembered you telling me where you worked yesterday."
She nodded, suddenly incapable of speech. She ran her tongue over her dry lips as she felt her heart banging in her chest.
He cursed and lowered his mouth to hers. She opened her mouth eagerly to welcome his tongue as he backed her against her desk. She was suddenly thankful that the door to her office was shut so her colleagues couldn't be witness to whatever was unfolding between them.
He pressed her back against the desk as he planted open mouthed kisses against her neck. He pulled back slightly to look at her.
"You look different," he observed as she leant back against the desk. His eyes roamed her body before making their way back to hers. "It makes me want to ruffle you up".
Already feeling pretty ruffled, she pulled his head back down to hers. His hands found her hips before moving up to brush the sides of her breasts. He took a step back and looked at her, breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed.
"I don't like Pete," he said simply.
She couldn't stop the smile spreading across her face. She enjoyed his possessiveness.
"Who ended it?" he asked as he ran his hands over her thighs.
"He did," she murmured as she watched his hands slide under her dress. She instinctively parted her legs for him.
"He's an idiot. You're a fucking goddess."
He gently pushed her further back onto the desk and pushed her dress up, exposing her lacy underwear to him. He got on his knees in front of her and pulled her underwear to the side, just as he had that first night. He cupped her pussy in his hand.
"I've missed this," he growled.
She wanted to tease him, to tell him it had been less than a day, but she had missed it too. His touch, his possession. She nodded and pushed back against his hand.
His finger found her clit and circled it gently. She moaned softly.
"Did Pete ever make you feel like this?" he murmured, his breath against her pussy.
She shook her head.
He lowered his head and replaced his finger with his tongue. She whimpered as he placed a leg on each of his shoulders and slid his hands beneath her, lifting her to his mouth.
She knew anyone could walk in at any point but found she just didn't care. Not when he swirled his tongue over her clit like that. He lowered his tongue and started to fuck her with his tongue. She looked down and found him looking up at her. She ran her fingers through his hair and leant back, just submitting to the tortuous pleasure of his tongue.
"Luc..." she moaned as she felt her orgasm starting to build. His tongue found her clit again and he started to fuck her with his fingers. He flicked and twisted his fingers as he sucked her clit and Jenna felt her body start to tremble. The sensations built until she fell apart against his mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure shook through her body as he continued to lick her, prolonging her orgasm.
As the waves eventually subsided, he lifted his head and got to his feet and kissed her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and loved how naughty it felt. Anyone could have opened that door and caught this delicious man eating her pussy and she just didn't care.
He pulled away and she pouted in disappointment. He moved to the other side of the desk and took a seat opposite her.
"You need to eat," he told her as her still shaking legs managed to move her from the desk to her chair. How could he think of food now? He hadn't even cum.
He shrugged off his suit jacket and unpacked their lunch and she was surprised he had bought burgers from the deli down the street. She had him down as a lobster and caviar kind of guy.
He took a bite of his burger, his eyes on hers. She had never found watching a man eat food to be such a sensual act but she couldn't take her eyes of him.
"Is it good?" she asked as she began to unwrap her own.
"Mmm hmm," he confirmed. "Not as delicious as the first course though."
