by Claire Kent
“It’s a big deal to my mother. She’s never going to let it go, and she’ll always guilt me for not doing what she wanted. If he ends up losing the election, it will be all my fault.” She sighed, her shoulders drooping. “And my dad’s going to be disappointed. He won’t say so, but he will be.”
“Everyone disappoints their parents eventually.”
“Yeah. I guess so.” She looked over at him. “Did you ever disappoint yours?”
“All the time.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back, and it felt like they’d shared something in the gaze.
Matt was suddenly worried that he was in too deep with her. Obviously he’d known it had gone beyond the casual for him, but he shouldn’t be feeling this much, wanting to comfort and encourage her. He’d known from the beginning that this had to be only about sex, and he’d kept telling himself his interest in her was controllable.
But he was starting to wonder if that was true. He was starting to wonder if there was any way out of this for him—when Elizabeth finally walked away, as he knew she eventually would.
He had to do something quickly, before there was no way out.
He needed to shift things back to sex, or he would just fall in even deeper.
He reached a hand out to her, and Elizabeth moved over to him and he pulled her into his lap on the chair. He’d wanted her there, but as soon as she settled on top of him, he got worried when she seemed clingier than normal, nestling against him and twining her arms around his neck, as if she wanted him to hold her.
He wanted to hold her too, but that was just too dangerous.
That wasn’t what their relationship could ever be about.
Matt’s body reacted to the feel of her squirming against his chest and his groin, but he was deeply worried about the way his heart was feeling. “Maybe you should have a little fun, to distract yourself from the annoyance.”
She gave a huff of laughter. “I’m not sure sex is in the cards for me tonight. I’m very annoyed.”
“At least give me a chance.”
He’d realized now what he needed to do to feel more in control, more like his normal self—so instead of putting his arms around her he neatly rearranged her body until she was sitting on his lap, facing away from him.
“Um,” Elizabeth began, glancing back at him as she stabilized herself with her hands on the arms of the chair. “You’re not getting any ideas, are you? I’m not really in the mood.”
“Of course I am.” He reached around her until he could cup one of her breasts. He squeezed it and then slid his fingers along the full curve until he could rub her tightened nipple through the fabric. “And you will be too, soon enough.”
He heard Elizabeth hiss softly in response, but she shifted around until she could see him better. “Seriously. That door isn’t locked. What if someone barges in?”
“No one is going to barge in.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “And why are you worried this time? We’ve done it twice before with the door unlocked. You had no complaints then.”
Matt hadn’t stopped fondling her nipple, and he suddenly gave it a pinch that caused Elizabeth to gasp and arch her neck back in surprised pleasure.
But she managed to reply, “Well, I wasn’t facing the door then. I wasn’t actually thinking about it.”
Smiling, Matt said, “So this time you get to face the door and think about what will happen if someone decides to walk in.”
No one was going to come in. None of his staff would enter the office without knocking first and waiting for a reply—not even Robbie.
But Elizabeth didn’t necessarily know that. And he knew that her anxiety would make things more exciting for her. He hadn’t yet had his fill of watching how the pleasure he gave her and the thrill of these experiences overcame her natural inhibitions. Plus, his body’s response was providing the needed distraction from the worrying state of his heart.
He turned her forward in his lap again and began to massage her breasts with both of his hands.
Her head falling back as she reacted to his touch, Elizabeth asked, “Everyone knocks first, right?”
“Generally.” He leaned forward so he could speak into her ear. “You never know, though. Sometimes people are in a hurry.” He slipped one of his hands down to her knee. He caressed his way up her bare thigh, pushing up her skirt as he went. “I know how the idea of getting caught turns you on.”
Elizabeth started gripping the arm of the chair as his fingers deftly stroked farther up her inner thigh. She was breathing erratically, and her cheeks were once more deeply flushed. “It does not. You’re the perv who likes to do all the kinky stuff.”
Matt moved his free hand back up to her breast and—with some slight pressure—he got her to relax backward, so that she was sprawled against his chest. One handed, he undid two of the buttons of her top, so that he was able to slip his hand under the fabric and glide his fingers across the satin of her bra.
Her nipple was even tighter than before, as he twirled it. And even without that proof of her arousal, his other hand had now reached her groin. He cupped her, felt how hot she was there and how the satin of her panties was growing damp.
He felt another rush of masculine satisfaction and another tug of pressure from his cock.
“If it helps you to pretend that, you’re welcome to do so.” He made sure he was rubbing his jaw against hers as he spoke. “But we both know the truth.”
Elizabeth moaned, low and guttural, as he started to apply pressure against the damp spot on her panties. Still reclining on top of him, she reached up and behind her with one arm, settling her hand at the back of his neck. As her body became more and more responsive, she fisted her hand in his hair. “And what’s the truth?”
“That this is what you want.” His voice was huskier than usual because of the pulsing pressure from his cock. “That as much as you try to fight it, you’re always going to come back to me.”
Even as her mouth had fallen open and her hips had started pumping up toward his hand, she hissed, “Your ego must be the size of Boston by now.”
Matt chuckled and released her breast so he could shift her hand from his hair to the front of his pants. He adjusted Elizabeth’s body to give him more room, and then he guided her hand in a massage against his insistently throbbing cock.
The stimulation offered some relief, and he let out a breath that was more textured than he’d intended. She gave him a sly glance over her shoulder and increased the pressure of her hand.
He stopped her with his fingers around her wrist. “I don’t think so. I have a better idea.”
“It better be good,” she said, still trying to grind her arousal against his hand.
“It is. Lift up for a minute.” As he spoke, he moved his hands down to the top button of his jeans.
Elizabeth did as he said, raising her ass until he was able to unzip and free his cock. He didn’t move from his position in the armchair, however. Merely slid down a little for a more advantageous position.
Since she already had her skirt bunched up, he tugged on the thin strip attaching the front and back of her panties. “Why don’t you get rid of these?”
She slid off her panties and then tore open a condom packet and rolled it on over his cock before he put her back in position.
He pulled her down until her ass was hovering above his lap. He held his erection upright until he’d lined himself up at her entrance. Then he helped her lower herself down, sheathing his hard cock in her wet warmth.
She released a long breath as she settled herself over him, and Matt realized that he’d exhaled too, a sigh that had almost matched hers.
“Spread your legs some more,” Matt told her, stroking up her thighs until he’d reached the soft flesh of her hips.
Elizabeth was fit and in good shape, but she was also curvy. He’d never realized before how much he liked that. And not just her breasts. The feel of the soft flesh of her thighs and her hips was an entirely new kind of enticemen
t for him.
Elizabeth parted her legs more and braced herself with her hands on the arms of the chair so she could get more leverage with which to move over him.
His cock pleasurably stimulated by the wet clasp of her internal muscles, Matt leaned back again, relaxing as his eyes slid up and down the back of Elizabeth’s body. “How is it?” he asked, wanting to hear how much Elizabeth was enjoying this.
“Good,” she breathed, gripping the arms of the chair more tightly and starting to rock her body over his. “God, it’s going to be good.”
He huffed out a laugh at the surprise he could hear in her breathless tone. Moving his hand back up to her half-opened shirt, he found and fondled one of her breasts. “Didn’t I tell you?”
Elizabeth groaned as he twirled her nipple in a way he knew she particularly liked. Even her slight motion above him was stimulating his cock, and he was fighting the urge to buck his hips up into her. He wasn’t a boy anymore, but he’d had a long, draining day and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out.
So he let go of her hip and reached around, stroking and exploring until he found her clit.
He rubbed it in hard, tight circles, matching the massage with the way he was rubbing her nipple.
“Ah!” Elizabeth gasped, her body suddenly tensing on top of him with a jerk. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Her last words were almost swallowed on another raspy breath.
When he felt her starting to shake and heard her familiar, helpless whimpers, he abruptly eased off her clit.
Shifting both hands to her hips, he started to guide her suddenly urgent motion, prompted by her interrupted orgasm.
She started to ride him for real, bracing herself with her hands and feet and pumping her pelvis over him in a fast, choppy staccato. “That was mean,” she panted, some of her hair slipping out of its clip as she tossed her head.
Matt let himself make small thrusts upward, his pelvis connecting with her ass in muffled slaps. His cock kept pushing into her tight pussy, and the pressure in his balls kept increasing. His grip on her hips stabilized her and slowed her down when her motion became too clumsy.
He heard a hissed-out word that sounded like “yes.” Only afterward realized it had come from him.
Focusing away from the erotic bouncing of Elizabeth’s ass in his lap, he centered his concentration and murmured, “It will be better this way. Delay will just increase the pleasure.”
She tried to mutter a complaint, but the sensations were quickly overwhelming her. The clip falling out of her hair completely, auburn strands started to stick to the damp skin of her cheeks. “Yeah,” she huffed out. “Yeah.”
“You’re going to come so hard because I’m making you wait for it.”
The verbal interaction was as important and as erotic to Matt as the physical sensations. And nothing exhilarated him more than watching how all of Elizabeth’s reserve and inhibitions slipped away as she lost herself in sex.
He wasn’t fool enough to think that merely pleasing her body was enough to accomplish this. Pure sensation could only do so much. But Elizabeth wanted to let go, she wanted the part of herself that had always been held back to finally be set free. And she was doing it through him, through sex.
He had no idea why she’d chosen him to work out her issues and find this new side of herself, but he wasn’t going to let her down.
If she wanted hot sex, he would give it to her—as much as she wanted, for as long as she wanted.
He would give her anything she asked for.
“Yeah. Make me come.” Her voice was shrill and choppy, and she was obviously becoming winded from her effort and her rising pleasure.
Her head jerked to the side, her face twisted, frantic sobbing sounds coming from her throat, and he realized she was about to come again.
Since he’d recovered his focus, he decided there was no reason to have it end so quickly. He was likely to come when she did, and he wanted this to be something she would remember.
So he halted the pumping of his hips and tightened his hands on Elizabeth, forcing her to stop bouncing and hold still.
“Eh!” Elizabeth gasped in outrage, trying to squirm out of his grip. “You sadistic ass. I was gonna come.”
He wrapped both arms around her and straightened his back until he was embracing her from behind. It was partly to hold her still and partly to keep her from getting so angry that she got up and left. “You were really exerting yourself. I thought you needed a rest,” he breathed against her hair.
“Liar.” But her squirming eased to a slight rolling of her hips, and she rested her arms on his. “You just like to torture me.”
His laughter blew against her hair, which had become slightly damp from her perspiration. As he’d straightened up, his cock had shifted its angle inside her, and he was feeling new pressure start to build up in response. “I’ll admit that, if you admit how much you enjoy my brand of torture.”
“I do not,” she began, then he cupped and squeezed her breast again. “Fuck, Matt, if you don’t let me come soon I’m going to scream.”
“Is that a promise?”
She actually smiled in response to his dry humor, but then he noticed her eyes darting over to the door again. “Are you sure no one is going to walk in?”
“I’m not sure of anything.”
With a sigh, Elizabeth started to ride him again, this time more rhythmically. “They better not come barging in and see me like this.”
“There you go again. Pretending the thought of being caught doesn’t make you hot.”
“It doesn’t,” she insisted, her head ducking down as she sped up her rhythm.
“Yes, it does.” He closed his eyes for a moment as he felt a sudden burst of sensation shoot through his cock. “You want someone to see me fucking you.”
“No. I. Don’t.” She was losing her breath again, and her body was tightening. Her breasts began to slap against her chest as she bounced. She must have found some better purchase for her feet, since she seemed to have more leverage than before.
“You do.”
She was whimpering now and bouncing over him frantically. He was careful to hold her firmly, making sure she didn’t pump so erratically that his cock slipped out. “Not. True.” She was tossing her head, and her fingers were trying to fist in the leather.
“Of course it is.” His own voice was growing breathless as he began to thrust up into her again, the building pressure of his impending climax becoming irresistible. “You need this. And you want everyone to know it.”
Her head jerked to the side, her chin tucking against her shoulder. And he could see that she was biting her lower lip as she whimpered and panted in desperation.
He was panting too, although he was attempting to control it. His body was flooded with an almost unbearable heat, and his vision was starting to glaze over as he tried to fight the swell of sensation. “Tell me,” he demanded, his hips starting to jerk, needing more friction to feed the demands of his cock.
Elizabeth released her resistance with a sob as her body began to shudder and quake. “Yeah. Yeah. Need this. Need you!” She made some loud, incoherent mewling sounds. “God, Matt, please!”
He let out his breath in a harsh whoosh and bucked his pelvis so that his cock made a hard thrust inside her. “Let me see you come,” he rasped, feeling his own climax finally overwhelming him. He thrust upward again, pulling her down to meet the force of it. “Come for me.”
Elizabeth cried out, her body starting to spasm and her face twisting with what looked like agonizing pain.
The sudden brutal clench of her inner muscles around his cock was all that Matt could take. He felt the pleasure draw up in his balls and force its way out in pulsing waves that leveled him for the moment. He made a rough sound as he came hard and violently, the sensations ripping through his whole body.
Any restraint he had left was lost in the flood of rich satisfaction that washed over him as the spasms of his cock and the convulsing o
f her body finally eased.
Elizabeth collapsed on top of him, half naked and utterly exhausted. “God, that was good,” she gasped, hot and sweaty and gorgeous and debauched.
“Oh yeah. It was.” He wrapped an arm around her and stroked her hair. “Do you feel better now?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. I feel so good.”
He felt good too, but he still felt that knot in his gut telling him that he could distract both of them with sex temporarily, but he couldn’t hold back the truth forever.
This was far more than sex for him. There was no sense in denying it to himself anymore.
And on Saturday it would be one month since he’d issued the challenge. Which meant whatever he had with Elizabeth was going to end.
Unless he could think of some way to convince her otherwise.
—
The following day Elizabeth walked around her classroom while the children in one of her art groups made figures with clay.
Most of the children were making animals or cars, but one little boy, Darren, had made a person.
The kids in this group all had behavioral problems, and art therapy was one method the school was using to work through it. In reality Elizabeth had little chance to do anything except teach them how to mold with clay and then let them do it. Her job didn’t allow much opportunity for genuine therapy.
She knelt down next to Darren’s desk. “That’s really good, Darren. Who is that?”
“Dad.” The word was muttered, and he didn’t look up at her. He never met anyone’s eyes.
“Nice. I see that you’ve given him a hat. Does he normally wear one?”
“A baseball cap.”
“You did a good job with that. It’s a really good detail.”
Both of them stared at the clumsy clay figure, and then suddenly Darren reached over and pounded it down with his fist, flattening the clay completely onto his desk.
“Why did you do that?” Elizabeth asked calmly, although she was startled by the sudden violence of the action.