by Cathryn Fox
“I have been,” she whimpers and tries to buck against my hand. I pinch her clit, and her resulting moan rubs my dick. “I almost locked myself in here so I could touch myself.”
I gulp air, and lean over and lift her, until her back is pressed against my chest. I turn her, grip her hips and set her on my desk. “I want you to show me.”
Her eyes are a bit wide, unsure. “Don’t go shy on me now, Liv. You want to experience everything, then you have to be open to everything.”
“You’re right,” she said, and slides her hand between her legs, but I need them wider so I can see her finger in action.
I grip her pants, tug them down her legs and toss them away. My fingers bite into her thighs as I spread them, open her wide.
“Show me,” I command in a soft voice.
She rubs her sweet clit, circling her finger around it, and bracing one arm. I rip into my pants, and shove them to my knees. She moans louder, encouraged by my words.
“Don’t you dare come. I want my mouth on you for that.”
Her hips lift, and she slides a finger inside her tight hole. I stroke my cock, and grunt at the sexy sight before me.
“That’s it, just like that.” I take in her closed eyes. “Open your eyes, babe, look at me.” For some reason, I want her to know it’s me in this room with her. I don’t want her fantasizing about anyone else. Her eyes go wide when she sees me with my hand on my dick, and her lips part. She swipes her tongue over her parched lips, and my cock twitches to fuck her breasts and come down her throat.
All in good time.
She wiggles her sweet ass on my desk, leaving a burning imprint in my memory. I’ll never be able to look at the damn thing again without thinking about this moment, how gorgeous she looks as she rides her fingers. I let her finger-fuck herself for a moment, then step back up to her. I take her hands, and flatten them against the desk. “They stay here now. Your orgasms are mine.”
“Oh, God, Jesse.”
I run my hands up her inner thighs, her heat scorching my flesh. “You’re so close, babe,” I say, and press the pad of my thumb to her clit. Her body quivers and she arches up to provide better access to her sweet spot.
I slide a finger into her and bend to take her clit into my mouth. I suck her deep, nibble on her engorged nub and one of her hands goes around my shoulder. She grips at my shirt, explores me with her fingers, squeezing my taut muscles as I take her higher and higher.
I want her hands on my body, but I’m not about to stop what I’m doing to remove my shirt. I lick her clit, lap at it with my tongue and slide another finger into her. She cries out my name and her fingers rake my skin through my shirt, and a second later she’s coming all over my hand. She pulses around my finger, and I growl as her sweet taste floods my mouth. I drink her in, not wanting to miss a drop as her moans seep under my skin, and my cock thickens impossibly more.
Once I finish tasting her and her body settles from the pleasure, I drag her from the desk and set her on wobbly legs, ready to make her come for me again.
“You good?” I ask, when she quivers.
“So good,” she murmurs, and I’m seconds from bending her over my desk when she drops to her knees. She takes my swollen cock into her and I watch her face, take in the fascination in her eyes. She’s inexperienced, but the curious, excited way she’s looking at my cock—like she’s never really seen one up close and personal before—sends a thrill through me. Yeah, she had me in her mouth last night, but the lights were off.
“You like him?” I ask, and she lifts her chin to smile up at me.
“Leaving the lights on was a good call.” She runs her fingers over me, tracing my thick veins. “You’re so soft to the touch.” She circles my crown, and bends forward to lap at the pre-come pooling on my head.
“Fuck, Liv, that feels good.”
“What else do you like?” she asks.
“I like anything you do.”
She slides a hand between my legs and captures my balls. “How does this feel?” She gives a little squeeze.
“Tighter,” I instruct. She grips a little harder and chuckles when my cock jumps in front of her face. “Yeah, just like that.”
She grips me by the base and runs her hand up and down the long length of me. “What about this?” she asks.
“Pull me toward you.”
She does as I request, and I grip her hair and tug, needing to hang on. All I want is to bend her over and watch my cock slide in and out of her, but this…this is too damn good to stop. Besides, she wants to learn and that’s what this is all about right?
She takes me into her mouth, and my hips instantly jerk forward, and I nearly gag her. I pull back, and she glances up at me.
“How can I take you deeper?”
Fuck me sideways.
“You don’t have to do that.”
She shrugs. “What if I want to?”
“Babe,” I say and cup her cheek.
“Yeah.”
“Relax your throat. If you do that, I can try to slide into it. If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” she says.
“You like learning new things, huh?”
“I’m a good student, remember.”
I do remember, and that thought reminds me she’s leaving here in a couple of months. But I can’t dwell on that right now, not when her mouth is on me again. Sweet baby Jesus, this woman can give head—whether she realizes it or not.
She bobs forward and once again she chokes, but she’s not one to give up so easily. Her hands snake around me, and she cups my ass, pulling me into her hot mouth. After a few tries, her throat relaxes and I damn near lose my mind, when she takes me deep, deeper than I’ve ever been taken before.
I’m so hard and thick with desire, I’m not sure how I’ll hang on. I grip her mess of hair, wrap it around my hand and rock into her, just a couple more pumps until I can get into her sweet pussy.
My cock aches for release, and with every ounce of strength I possess, I tug on her hair, and pull her off my cock. She leans back, heat and anticipation in her eyes.
“Are you going to bend me over now?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I pull her up to her full height, and plant my mouth on hers for a deep, hungry kiss as I slide a hand up her shirt and cup her breasts. She arches into my touch, and I remove one hand and put it on the back of her neck. I deepen the kiss, tangle our tongues, unable to get enough of her. She grinds against me, and I break the kiss, turn her around, and push her forward until she’s splayed across my desk, her sweet ass poised my way. My chest against her back, I fall over her, and growl into her ear.
“I have never been so turned on in my life.”
She whimpers. “Same.”
I touch her ass, grab a fistful of her creamy lushness and squeeze. She wiggles and moans, and when I give her a little slap, she yelps. I chuckle as I bend over her and press my mouth to her back. Peppering her with kisses, I slide my hand between her legs, and slide two thick fingers into her dampness.
“You’re soaked,” I tell her. “So hot and ready for my cock.”
“Please” she murmurs, and rubs her upper body against my desk. I’d love to have her completely naked, but taking her like this, with her shirt on and my pants barely off, comes with its own excitement. It’s easy to tell she likes it too, and this is all for her.
Yeah, right.
This is for me too, and I’d be a fool if I didn’t believe it.
I grab my cock, and run it over her sweet slit. She pushes back trying to get me inside when I come to an abrupt halt. The world suddenly closes in on me.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “We can’t do this.”
She goes still for a second. “It’s okay,” she says, and when she tries to lift, I hold her down. “You’re right, it’s a bad idea.”
“No, it’s not a bad idea,” I say, even though it is. “I want to do this, Liv. You have no fucking idea how much, but I don’t have any condoms here.�
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The only audible sound is her heavy breath as she goes quiet, like she’s considering that.
She takes a sharp intake of breath and blurts out, “I’m clean.”
My heart lurches. Is she suggesting what I think she’s suggesting? Would having sex without barriers—with her—be a good idea?
“I’m clean, too. But ah…kids. Maybe someday, but ah…” I say, even though I’m sure that will never happen, considering I have no time for that in my life and I’m pretty particular who I let into Lucas’ life. “Are you on the pill?” I ask, and pray her answer is yes. I swear if I don’t get inside her, something is going to rupture.
“No, but….”
“There are other things we can do, Liv.”
“No. I want this and chances of me getting pregnant are slim to none.”
My heart nearly stops. “Liv?” My God, why is this the first time I’m hearing about this? I’m about to ask when she speaks.
“I want you inside me,” she says, her voice a pleading whisper. “Please, Jesse.”
“I want that too.” My cock rubs against her ass, and as sensations rocket through me, I struggle to think this through, to make the right decision.
“Please, Jesse,” she begs again, and I put my cock at her opening and slide into her, burying myself deep. I groan as her sweet cunt grips me hard.
“Yes,” she cries out and claws at the desk. I grip her ass and jerk forward, going as deep as I possibly can. My eyes shut against the intense pleasure as it pours through my body. “So good.”
I inch out, glance down at my wet cock, glistening in the overhead light, and feeling a little frenzied, drive back into her again. She rocks against the desk, her cries filling the room. I swallow, but control is a thing of the past. I push, hard blunt strokes meant to take her there quickly and when I reach around her and apply pressure to her clit, she breaks.
Her hot cum singes my bare flesh, as I rock into her. I grip her hips hard, my fingers biting into her curvy flesh, and as much as I want to prolong this, I can’t. Heat bursts through me, and I seat myself high inside as I fill her with my hot cum.
“Jesse,” she cries out. “That feels—”
“I know what it feels like,” I say as I collapse on top of her.
“What?” she asks, obviously confused as I cut her off.
“It feels like more,” I say, and lift her. I spin her around. “Now, what was it you said about riding me in my chair?”
11
Olivia
I steal a glance at Jesse as he drives me home. Honest to God, sex with him is incredibly hot and completely satisfying, yet I still want him again. Who knew underneath my sensible clothes a wild woman existed? I guess it took this man’s touch to bring her to life. Now that she’s alive, she’s sort of ruling my head…and maybe my heart.
Ugh.
I can’t go there. I won’t.
“Liv.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re quiet.” He casts me a glance. “Doing okay?”
“Just thinking.”
“About?”
Oh, about how crazy I am for you, how I have to move shortly, and even if I didn’t, we couldn’t be together anyway. There are numerous reasons we can’t be together, and the fact that he wants kids, and I can’t have them, was just one more.
“Hey,” he says, and reaches over to give my knee a squeeze. “What’s on your mind?”
“Colin,” I blurt out. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea here. You know, that I might just be using Colin as an excuse to sleep with him. What would Jesse think of me if he ever found out now. Sure, we’re both having fun, but honesty is important, to both of us.
“Right,” he says. “I was thinking about Colin too.”
“You got a crush on him?” I tease, anything to lighten the mood.
He gives a humorless chuckle. “If you’re leaving in a couple of months, and you guys do end up together before that…” He puts both hands back on the steering wheel. “Have you given your distance any thought?”
“Actually, no,” I say. It’s the truth. I’ve not given any thought to being far away from Colin. From Jesse, yes. But not Colin. “I guess we cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“Okay.” He stares straight ahead, hits his signal, and pulls into my driveway.
“Thanks.”
I’m about to reach for the handle, but he stops me. The dashboard light illuminates his face, as intense blue eyes full of questions lock on mine.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” I say, and brace myself. Does he know? Does he know I’m into him, and not Colin?
“You said you can’t have kids. You never said anything like that to me before.” I nod, and stare straight ahead. “If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. It just really took me by surprise.”
“I found out a few years ago. I have very painful periods.” He nods like he understands that. “I had some tests done and found out I have scarring in my tubes from endometriosis. Chances of me having children are pretty slim.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, his hand sliding across the seat to capture mine. “But there are other ways if you want children.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say lightly as my insides coil into a tight knot. “There’s always in vitro, but it’s costly, not a sure thing, and I kind of need a guy for that.”
“True.” He looks down, like he’s giving it serious consideration. “You want kids, don’t you?”
“I just sort of put the idea aside, you know. I have school, Dad. Those are my priorities right now, so I don’t see it happening anytime soon, or maybe not ever.”
“I understand.”
He looks like he’s about to say something else, but my throat is tight and I don’t want to talk about me anymore. “What about you, Jesse? You said maybe someday you’d like to give Lucas a sibling.”
“Yeah, and like you I don’t see it happening anytime soon, or maybe not ever.”
My heart squeezes, hurts for the man who lost so much and had given so much up. I hate that Kylie hurt him. Does he still love her? Does he hope one day she’ll come back?
“You’re not really on the market anymore,” I say. “Lots of women are disappointed in that.”
He chuckles. “You know I have to be careful.”
“I do.”
He rolls his shoulders, and while the movement is supposed to be relaxed, it’s not. “It’s going to take a special woman to put up with me.”
“She’ll be the lucky one. You and Lucas are amazing.”
He swallows. “Not everyone thinks so.”
“Do you…miss Kylie?” I ask, and take a breath.
“She left us. It was her choice. I’m not interested in having her back in my life, but it’s not fair that Lucas doesn’t have her in his. He has his challenges. Not every woman is up to those challenges.”
“Yeah, I know.” I take a breath, let it out slowly, and take in his profile. “The right woman is out there, Jesse. You just have to open your eyes and find her.” He doesn’t answer, he just stares ahead and nods. “Thanks for the lift,” I say, and his hand goes to my shoulder. He toys with my hair.
He leans toward me and my lips tingle. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I say, a bit breathless as his touch goes right through me.
“Seems so far away,” he says and my heart hitches.
“Too far.”
“I’m never going to look at my desk the same way,” he says, lingering in my driveway like he’s not ready to break the connection just yet.
I chuckle. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“Fun though, huh?”
“Yeah.”
He glances at my house. “Your father is watching us.”
“Probably wondering what’s taking me so long to get his dinner up.”
He laughs. “Yeah, or maybe he’s waiting for me to kiss you. I guess we shouldn’t disappoint him.”
This can’t be real—for a million reasons.
I break the kiss and steal a glance at the window to see the curtain fall. “We definitely gave him a show.”
“I don’t think he’ll be trying to set you up after that,” Jesse says with a grin.
“I’d better go before he tries to cook and burns down the kitchen.” I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you will,” he teases, and I get the sense that I’m going to be seeing a whole lot of him tomorrow—with the lights on.
It’s crazy to think I agreed to that, but everything in his touches and kisses, the way he worshipped me, told me I had nothing to hide. This man likes all my jiggling parts, and makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world when I’m the sole focus of his attention.
I step into the house and Dad is whistling a tune as he flicks through the stations. His smile is big and wide when I walk into the room. He’s happy, and I love seeing him happy. He deserves it, but I really hope this doesn’t have anything to do with Jesse and me.
“Did you win at bingo this afternoon?” I ask.
“Nope. Didn’t go. Decided to go tonight instead.”
“Why are you so happy?”
“Can’t a man be happy?”
“Sure. Did you happened to get out and get me a key made?”
He frowns. “Ah, forgot. Sorry.”
Once again, I worry about his memory and health. “Are you hungry?”
He rubs his stomach. “Always.”
I had put a pot roast in the crock pot before heading to work, so now all I have to do is cut the vegetables. “About thirty minutes, okay?”
“Need any help?”
“Nope, I’m good, thanks.” I make a move to go, but stop when he raises his brow at me. “What?”
He turns the volume down on the TV. “You and Jesse, you’re pretty hot and heavy, huh?”