My fingers shakily went to the buttons to the vest of my uniform. My eyes watched his as my fingers continued the routine on my blouse. The heat of his gaze burned down my torso. Once the final button was undone, his hand moved to my shoulder.
I trembled as his fingertips brushed over my skin, pushing back the clothing and a few strands of my hair. He peeled the clothing off my body and revealed a gray jersey fabric bra.
How was I supposed to know I would be fucking someone on a table in a private room at my job? If I had known, I would wear something less comfortable and sexier, but you do not get heads up for these kinds of things.
Though I was rolling through my embarrassment of the under I wore, Don did not look bothered at all. He kissed my shoulder and pushed the strap down my arm. His right hand supported his weight on the table. His left went behind me to unclasp my bra. His nose brushed against mine and he took the initiative to start up another kiss.
This one was slower. Sweeter. I ignored the pops that came along with the release of my breast. I moaned when his large and warming hands went to my waist. And I gasped when he pulled my waist forward pressing my core against the mound hardening beneath the zipper of his pants.
His soldier is hard and ready for war.
His hands traveled to the front of my pants and went for the button and zipper. I looked down to watch his fingers and he followed my gaze. I leaned back on my hands as he pulled my pants and panties down my legs and from around my ankles.
Leisurely, he dropped them. His lips met mine as he grabbed my thighs and kneaded them. The more he squeezed the closer his thumbs moved to my center and the further he spread my legs. He pulled away and stared at me.
"What's wrong" I asked.
"You are so tense," he explained with a frown.
"Well, it is hard not to be. I am naked at work, on the clock with my boss in between my legs half naked."
He smirked at me. "There is no need for you to worry. There will not be any repercussions for your actions here tonight. You have done well in your work. Now, allow me to do the same."
He pulled back and kneeled on one knee. He gripped me behind my knees and pulled me forward. In response, I fell back from my hands to my forearms. He threw my legs over his shoulder, eyes never breaking the contact they held with mine. He ran his hands up my thighs and back down again, moving my legs so that my ankles would interlock behind him. His right hand came up to rest right above my pussy. His thumb and index finger spread to my lips. My eyes rolled as I threw my head back. I was so wet I could feel my juices drip.
"Such a work of art" he said. My eyes opened and I looked down at him to see him staring at my southern lands. He leaned forward and placed an ever so gentle against the jewel of my treasures.
"You're teasing me," I whined.
"Proper work of discipline for leaving, wouldn't you say?"
I opened my mouth to speak to him, but his tongue slipped from his lips. Starting at the base of my entrance it dragged upwards and flicked at my clit with a curl.
I jerked, a movement that resulted in my legs coming together but he grabbed my thigh with the hand that previously spread the curtains to the star of his show, and dug its fingers into the muscle there, prying them back open.
"Mm," he hummed. "No... don't you dare." His eyes came back up to meet mine and he cracked a smile so sinister I almost feared for my life. "Keep them open for me, love. I have work to do."
His other hand was wrapped around my other thigh. His mouth opened and he pulled me in. It felt as if his mouth covered the entirety of me. His tongue lapped at my entrance again, splitting me in half and diving in, only a little. Then it pulled back out and twirled around my clit, end in a suck.
I cried out, my legs threatening to close. He growled at me, but it only made it worse. He continued to eat me – no – devour me whole.
My hands went to his hair, curling. My moans came ad infinitum. I tried to open my eyes, but I found it difficult. At any crack they made I would catch him watching me, eyes speaking of entertainment. He was enjoying this but there was no way he was more than I.
I could feel his head bob in and out with such rhythmic movements. With each in he made, I teetered further over the edge. With each out he pulled I prayed for the in.
"More," I cried out. "Do not stop! Give me more, please..."
As if my wish was his command, he sucked hard and licked faster. My hips began to rise off the table, but his hand left my thigh and pressed against my torso, bracing me against the table.
"Fuck," I screamed. "I cannot -
His remaining hand on my thigh squeezed as if telling me to release and I did.
I released ragged breaths and fell back on the table. He stood from his kneeled position and pushed me further on the surface so my waist would not hang off the edge.
I perk at the sound of clinking. My eyes opened and I raised my head to see him undoing his belt and pants.
"You are so delectable I could put you on a plate and serve you up for dessert" he grumbled. His dick sprung from his pants. Its girth reminding me of the aches and pains I felt the morning after our first time together.
It was all making sense now.
"Would you" I asked. "Serve me for dessert?"
"No" he said stepping forward. He placed his head at my trove. I moaned as he rubbed against me. He pushed in, ever so slowly. "I do not share what belongs to me."
He pulled out and propelled back in, earning a squeak from my lips. He grunted as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"So... fucking tight," he hissed.
I ly on the table, hands above my head, body moving up and down with every thrust he made. It amazed me how enamored I was. I had to be. I was not the kind of girl to lay with a man twice when I barely knew him.
"Oh my god" I whined out. "Don't stop, don't stop – don't stop!"
And to be doing so while at work! The only other place I had sex was in bed with an ex. Never on a dining room table in public. And never with a stranger.
"I want to hear you scream," he hissed.
"Th-there's people…"
"I don't care," he growled. "You will scream."
But being here under him, I began to remember. The reason we had so many rounds a month ago. The reason his eyes were filled with so much desire and lust when he looked at me. The reason I did not deny him this evening. There was a hunger that was never satiated. It brought us back together, starving for more. Like an addiction.
Don is a danger for me.
"Fuck … harder. Do not stop…"
"Then scream," he said. I looked up and saw his amber eyes. He was demanding this of me.
I released a small one and in returned he growled disapprovingly. His hand ended up on my throat. Not threateningly. "I want you to scream for me, Lia." His hand traveled up to chin, his thumb slipping past my lips, hooking into my mouth. I closed my mouth around it, relishing the last of him on my tongue. Exquisite. My tongue curled and flicked at his thumb and the smile of a devil graced his flawless face. He then removed his thumb and replaced it with his index and middle fingers pried into my mouth, forcing it open. It was as if he were testing to see how much I could take in my mouth. The taste of him on my tongue and the feeling of him filling me whole, thrusting in like the demon lord he is… it was driving me so close. I could feel it rake through my body, boil in my veins, burn underneath my skin. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my tongue danced along his fingers.
"Tell them who you belong to," he growled in my ear. "I wanted to hear it come from this pretty mouth of yours."
I moaned around his fingers, suckling on them, tongue flicking carelessly around the digits. His fingers were yanked out as he thrusted harder. Unable to handle it, I screamed. I continued to scream. I grabbed at his arms, unable to contain the feeling. I was unsure of what to do with myself. My body ached for release, and I wanted to provide it so much, but it seemed like he knew exactly what to do to prolong it right at the edge. I wanted to fall, but I wanted him to be the one who pulled me off the cliff.
"That isn't good enough, Aurelia," he sung out, teasing me. "Scream it! Who do you belong to?"
"You..."
"Louder!"
"You" I yelled. My eyes were closed so tightly, yet tears were able to fall freely down my face. It was not from pain, but because I have never felt something so amazing.
"Good girl" he praised. "And whose pussy is this" he grumbled.
"Yours!"
"Someone's good at following directions," he said. He leaned down on top of me and prolonged his strokes. He kissed my cheek and held my chin. "Now cum for me."
And with one single but invigorating push, I did just that. He came not too long after me. I lie on the table, working to catch my bearings and calm my beating heart. Tears stained my cheeks.
As the clouds began to clear and the haze of lust left my mind I came crashing down to reality. Was it amazing? Absolutely! There is no doubt that Don is the best I ever had. But... I could not keep this up.
There is something about this man.
I sat up and watched as he grabbed his clothing off the floor. He made sure to grab mine as well and handed it to me. I gave a smile of thanks and took them.
That something is dangerous.