by Kim Linwood
It takes effort not to tear them off.
My fingers stroke softly over the fabric, and I lean forward to capture her gasp with a kiss. There’s no gentleness in the way I plunge my tongue into her mouth. I’m drowning and she’s the air I need to live.
Claire’s not just along for the ride, though, and that’s one of the things I love about her. She meets me stroke for stroke, demanding more. She lifts away from the chair just long enough for me to push her blouse off her shoulders and slip it all the way off. Stripping her is like Christmas morning, opening my favorite kind of package.
I separate from her long enough to watch how her beautiful, full tits bounce as I pull the bra off. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” I don’t give her time to respond before I’m back at her lips, teasing them open with my tongue. My hands skim from her waist, to her sides, and finally capturing her breasts. Rolling her nipples between my fingers, I make her groan into my mouth.
The scent of her skin and arousal drives me crazy. I need to taste the rest of her.
My lips explore her fine jawline with soft kisses. There’s a slight tinge of saltiness to her skin, intoxicating me. Making me want more.
“Declan,” she moans in my ear. “We can’t do this. Not here. Not in the office.”
“Oh, I think we can.”
“We shouldn’t.”
I can tell she’s conflicted, but I can also feel the race of her heart and the wet heat between her legs that’s begging me to keep going. Not once has she pushed me away. Instead, she arches into my hands, pressing her big tits deeper into my palms. This mix of nervous innocence and desperate lust only turns me on more, knowing that she’s letting me lead her out of her comfort zone.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” I murmur while I kiss my way down the hollow of her throat. She leans her head back with a gasp, exposing herself to me like an animal submitting. I find it ridiculously sexy. “Nothing bad anyway.”
She grinds her hips against me while my lips trace a soft path along her collarbone, but she doesn’t stop her damn objecting. “We could go back to your place.” She moans softly. “It’s not far, right?”
The way she’s writhing against me, we’d be lucky to make it to the elevator. “Babe, if we go out there right now, everyone is going to take one look and know exactly what’s going on. You look like a woman who’s about to get fucked, and I’m not about to put a briefcase across my cock like I’m a fucking middle schooler with a boner.”
Claire looks down and her eyes go wide. “But...” She licks her lips and her voice trails off, distracted. Watching her makes me want to see that mouth wrapped around me. “What if someone comes in? Like Carl, or your dad.”
“Then we better make this fast.”
I stand up, flick open my belt and tug my pants down far enough to release my throbbing cock. She eyes it with nervous hunger. In a second, she won’t have time to worry about anything but when I’ll let her up for air.
With a quick reach, I wrap my fingers in her sexy red hair until I have a good grip, then pull her face right towards me. My cock is practically brushing against her lips. “Open.”
She doesn’t hesitate, engulfing me with wet warmth. Gripping her hard enough that she hisses softly, I force her harder against me, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. Hot and wet, with a greedy little tongue. I’m in fucking heaven.
I guide her with my fist in her hair while I flex my hips, fucking her. She moans around me, sending vibrations racing up my shaft. Jesus, if I don’t watch it, I’ll go off. I know I said fast, but that’s way too fucking soon.
The strands of her silky hair slide softly through my fingers. I tighten my grip and pull her closer, only stopping when I catch in the back of her mouth. She coughs, but doesn’t try to pull away, still working her tongue along the underside. And I thought I couldn’t get any harder.
“Jesus, you’re driving me crazy, babe.” The sight of her bobbing and the sway of her breasts might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’d almost convinced myself that our night together couldn’t have been as electric as I remembered. That if I had her again, I’d realize she was just another girl and get over whatever hold she has on me. Now I’m pretty sure I didn’t give her enough credit.
She’s about to get fucked, but we might both end up screwed if this goes bad.
My balls tighten. Shit. I yank her off by her hair. Her eyes pop open in surprise and she looks up at me questioningly, wondering what’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong. It’s too fucking perfect. Any more of that, and I’m done.
“Stand up, babe. Over here.” Impatient, I half yank her to her feet.
She whimpers, but it doesn’t sound like a protest to me, not with the way she’s licking her lips and looking at me with half-glazed eyes. Pushing her roughly over my desk, I position her with her head down and her ass up. She grunts, but then she grabs onto the far edge and looks back at me over her shoulder, a clear challenge in her eyes. I let my eyes trail down her smooth back until I reach her skirt.
I can’t fucking wait. My hands are fucking shaking as I unzip her and tear it down over her hips. Something rips, but I’ll worry about it later. The skirt falls in a pool around her ankles when I let go and the only thing left covering her curvy ass is a pair of lacy panties. I tug them down to just above her knees before I plant my hands on her cheeks and pull her open, exposing her to me.
“What are you—” I hear the shock in her voice, and that spurs me on.
Leaning in, I stick my tongue right into her wet pussy, tasting her sweetness. She stops making words, whimpering and writhing against me as I eat her out. Spreading her legs as far as her panties will allow and arching her back.
Her whimpers turn to moans, and her moans turn to gasps as she gets closer and closer to the edge. Shit, the whole office is going to hear her. I pull back, laughing at her soft whine of complaint. “Babe, we’ve got to shut you up if we’re gonna do this.”
Maybe I was wrong earlier, because in one way I am like a boy scout.
Always prepared.
I grab a condom out of my wallet and pull it on. She starts to raise herself up to see what I’m doing, but I push her back down. “Nuh uh. We’re not done, babe.”
Tugging her panties down the rest of the way, I ball them up in my hand. I get in position behind her, lodging just my tip inside. She moans deep in her throat and I can feel the tightness of her body trying to coax me deeper. Not yet.
I lean over, placing a kiss on her shoulder blade before saying, “We’ve gotta do this quiet. Open up.”
She turns her head to look at me, her eyes going wide when she sees what I have in my hand. For a second I think I’ve gone too far, but she opens for me. I push the soft fabric into her mouth, then cover it with my palm. She tries to say something, but it’s just a mumble.
“Here we go.” I sink my cock all the way home in one deep stroke.
We both groan—hers muffled—as I break one of my promises, coming back for more. Everything about our relationship is fucked up, except for the fucking. I don’t care. There’s no way I’m stopping now. Pulling out almost all the way, I slide back into her, my hips hitting her ass with a fleshy smack.
I fuck her hard, rocking her against my desk. It’s solid, but it creaks with each violent thrust. Claire’s nostrils flare as she breathes harshly around my makeshift gag, and she grips the edge of my desk so hard her knuckles whiten. I slow down for a second to make sure she’s okay, and she snarls, slamming herself back against my cock.
Fuck she’s perfect.
Keeping the gag in place with one hand, I let my other roam over her curves, sliding underneath to squeeze her tits or grab her hips for leverage. The sound of her whimpering moans drives me wild, and the way she pushes back at me, meeting me thrust for thrust is so fucking sexy.
Suddenly, she goes tight, her moans turning into a single low whine that borders on a growl. She stays perfectly still, quivering beneath me while I fuck her through her orgasm. Her slippery pussy squ
eezes me until I can’t take it and drive deep one last time with a groan. She’s still quivering in the aftershocks of her orgasm, and her inner muscles are milking me dry when I collapse over her, breathing heavily and my heart pounding like a fucking jackhammer.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted to go without a condom so much in my life. I want to feel our wetness together, my slippery heat in hers. Making her mine. Only mine. Over and over again.
My hand relaxes and she spits out her panties. “God, my mouth is dry.” She gasps it out, still catching her breath. “And you’re freaking heavy.”
I laugh, and pull away reluctantly. I’m usually the one looking for the door before the sweat is dry, but for once I wish we had time to just be still together. Across my desk? Yeah, right. Tying off the condom, I toss it in my wastebasket. The cleaner can think what he wants.
Claire looks suddenly lost. Even after what we just did, her arm crosses over her breasts as she tries to cover herself while searching for her clothes. The wildcat from a few minutes ago is gone. No, not gone. Just hiding until it’s safe to come out again.
I help her pick up her things, giving her the illusion of privacy as she tries to clean up. She frowns at a little dangling hook on her skirt that I must have missed. “Shit.”
“I’ll pay for that if you want.” Hell, I’ll buy her new clothes every day if it means I get to tear them off her.
She shakes her head. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
There’s something about how awkward things are now that I don’t like. One night stands are easy. You never have to stick around for the small talk or the feelings. I don’t know how to do this. Is this dating? I didn’t make any promises about a relationship.
Better make sure it stays simple.
I shove aside my confusion and give her what I hope is an easy smile. “You might want to wait a bit before going out there. Personally I’m a big fan of the well fucked look, but I’m not sure it’s in this season.”
“Afraid people will talk?” She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it down as best she can. “Wouldn’t want to give them the wrong idea. They might think there’s actually something between us.”
“Exactly.” I’m relieved she feels the same. “This is just... convenient. An on-the-job perk I guess. It’s not like we’re actually together.”
“Right. I’m a perk.” Her eyes narrow as she buttons up her blouse.
Shit, something is going wrong already. “No. Yes. I am too. A perk, I mean.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it, thinking. Finally she shakes her head. “You know what? I thought maybe I could do this, but it turns out I can’t. If you want to pretend that I’m just some convenient perk then go right ahead. I’m not going to stick around while you figure out you’re full of shit.”
“Where the hell did that come from? We fucked. That’s it. We’ve done it before, and we’ll do it again. Don’t make this anything more than it is.”
As far as I’m concerned, we both know the score. We work together, our parents are getting married, and while we have a good time, half the time we end up angry at each other. Even if I was going to suddenly turn into the relationship type, this wouldn’t be the one I’d bet on.
In some ways I wish it was, but it’s not.
Claire’s face goes white with anger, her eyes flashing. “We’ll do it again alright. But not with each other. Have a nice day, Declan. Thanks for the wakeup call. For a second there I almost thought you were human.” She gives her clothes one last check, and walks out.
The click of the door might as well have been a slam.
I feel like I did something wrong, but I don’t know what I could go back and change, aside from never laying eyes on her in the first place. But fine, if she wants to act like she’s so high and mighty and wasn’t just right there with me begging for my cock, I’ll let her pretend.
It’ll make it all the sweeter the next time.
Claire
I don’t know who I’m more annoyed at, Declan, or myself.
That first night I had an excuse. I was on the rebound. He was super hot. The math was easy. But even knowing what an ass he is, I went back for more. And he’s still super hot.
It was amazing. Again.
Except I’m nobody’s dirty little office secret, and I sure as hell won’t be anybody’s on-the-job perk. I need to start thinking of him as an addiction. Recognize and accept that my judgment is totally whacked around him, and move on as quickly as possible before I go in for my next fix.
Maybe I need some rules too.
Rule number one: Stop sleeping with my stepbrother.
Rule number two: Re-read rule number one every morning.
My phone rings, and like the idiot I am, I take it without checking who it is. “Hello?”
“Claire. It’s me.”
Rule number three: Block my ex-boyfriend’s contact in my phone.
Okay, that isn’t so much a rule as it is something I should’ve done ages ago, but maybe it would be a good basic rule of thumb going forward for all ex-boyfriends, so I’ll leave it.
“I told you to stop calling me. That night at your parents’ was the last time.” I groan in frustration. Was Michael always this dense? “Don’t make me take out a restraining order.”
He laughs softly, and there’s a sliver of menace in the sound that raises the hair on my arms. “I wouldn’t do that.”
What kind of creepy movie line bullshit is this? “No? Tell me one good reason why not?”
“I’ve been watching a movie a lot lately. It’s a really good movie. The star is fucking gorgeous.”
“So what? I don’t see what this has to do with me.” I should just hang up on him.
“You’ve always been too modest. Don’t you remember your big debut?”
“Remember what? I don’t remember any—” I go silent, because suddenly I do, and it’s bad. Like really bad. “You promised to delete that right afterwards.” I feel sick to my stomach.
“You’re so beautiful. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” He laughs again, and this time I know why it sounds so mean. “You know what? It’s really embarrassing, but I’ve jerked off to that movie a whole bunch of times. What’s not to love? Your beautiful face, your wet mouth. God, that clip’s so fucking hot.”
Oh Claire, come on. If you love me, you’ll do it. I love you. I’ll never let anyone see this.
I’d never been comfortable with what he’d asked me to do. Not once. Now I know why. I’d been so stupid. So naïve. I’d thought I was in love. With a deep sigh, I ask the inevitable question. “What do you want?”
“I want you back.” So simple and yet so impossible.
There’s no way, and him making this call just confirms why. “I can’t. It’s too late. You know that.”
“It’s not too late.” His voice gets agitated. Angry. “You can come back, and we’ll be happy again. Living together like before. Why is it too late?”
“Michael.” I don’t even know where to start. If he can’t even see the problem, how do I make him? “You cheated on me. In our own bed, even. I can’t trust you anymore. Not to mention you’re trying to blackmail me into loving you.”
For a long moment he’s silent. Did he hang up? No, his breathing’s still there. Finally, he speaks. “It’s not my fault you drove me to this, and trust can be rebuilt. In fact, do you know one thing you can trust me one hundred percent on? That I will send this clip to anyone who might be interested if you don’t give me a chance. I hate doing this to you, but you’re not giving me a choice.”
He’s lost it. He’s finally gone off the deep end. “Can you hear yourself? If you try anything I’ll call the police.”
“No, you won’t.” The certainty in his voice is unnerving. “I’ll send this right to your new boss. How do you think stepdaddy dearest will feel about your little internship then? How about the Admissions Department at Stanford? Your mom. Your friends from college. We were together for
a long time, Claire. I know all of them.” He pauses. “Your new stepbrother. I’ll make a special cut just for him. I bet he’ll love it as much as I do.”
“Don’t do this. You can’t make us work this way.”
“Just give me a chance. That’s all I’m asking. We’ll start off easy. Simple date, no big expectations. Try to rekindle what we had.”
The idea of spending a whole evening with him makes my skin crawl. It was bad enough before when I was just mad, but now he’s taken an all-out turn for the creepy. What do I do? It’s easy to threaten to call the cops, but I have no experience that covers this sort of thing, and I let him take the video.
The only thing I can think to do is appeal to his own self-preservation. “You’re all over that movie too. I’m sure you’d get tons of dude points for starring in homemade porn, but have you thought about your own career? If you spread it, I’ll make sure your name is right there with mine.”
“Please, you don’t think I’ve edited the clip? You can’t tell I’m in it and nobody cares about some random dick. It’s you they’ll be watching. I’ve even slapped on some titles and credits so it looks like you did it for an amateur site. You’ll look like a wannabe porn star.” He laughs softly. “I’ve thought of everything. Don’t make me use this. I really don’t want to. Seriously.”
I take a moment to come to terms with dyeing my hair, changing my name and living in a shed, because seriously. Fuck him.
He must take my pause for indecision. “Come on, Claire. My parents would love it if we got back together. They don’t blame you for that scene at the party. Not you, the daughter they never had. Imagine how happy they’ll be.”
“No.”
“What?”
“I said no. Do it. Ruin my life. I’m not the one who messed us up, and I know you don’t know this, but I’ve had a really bad fucking day. So do whatever you think you have to, because whatever it is would still be better than getting back together with you.” I close my eyes, pushing down the tightness in my chest and taking a deep breath.
My life is over, but suddenly Declan doesn’t seem like such a bad guy. Relatively speaking. I laugh, because it’s that or cry, and I’ve already done that once today.