She sat on the spot he’d cleared earlier, wincing as her tender ass came into contact with the hard, cool wood.
“Spread your legs.”
Her breath caught, and she followed his direction. His sharp, clipped tone did exactly what he’d hoped it would—threw her right back into the moment, bringing her submissive side to the forefront.
He stepped forward, coming to stand between her legs. He stared down at her, watching as her nipples tightened under his gaze. “Is that how you offer yourself to me?”
A small, strangled noise sounded from her throat as she lifted her hands from the surface of the desk and cupped her breasts, raising them toward him. Bending, he sucked a taut peak into his mouth, scraping it lightly with his teeth. Her head fell back, and her eyes closed, but she kept her hands where they were. He switched sides, teasing and tugging until she was biting her lower lip, trying to hold back her whimpers.
He wanted to soothe that bit of abused flesh with his lips and tongue, but that would be far too close to kissing. And that was off the table. He couldn’t risk any more of a connection with her than he already had. It was going to be hard enough seeing her every day, knowing what she sounded like when she came, knowing how her ass felt under his palm, knowing what her mouth felt like around his cock. He wouldn’t screw himself further by giving in to his desire to kiss her.
Pulling away, he sat and scooted closer to the desk. Lifting her leg, he placed her foot on the arm of his chair then repeated the process with her other one. She braced her hands behind her and watched as he absently stroked her inner thighs with his fingertips.
“Lay back.” After she complied, he added, “I’ve been dying to taste you.”
The only sound she made was a tiny gasp.
“Lift up.”
Wincing again, she raised her ass from his desktop. He slid his hands beneath, and she carefully lowered herself into his palms. Her flesh was still on fire. She’d likely be feeling that spanking all weekend long.
Using his thumbs, he spread her pussy lips, baring her to his gaze. She was so slick and swollen. Lifting her slightly, he swiped his tongue through her cleft, avoiding her clit entirely. Her flavor filled his mouth, and he groaned at the sweet taste of her. Raising his head, he met her eyes. Her gaze had been locked on his head between her thighs.
“I want you to play with your nipples. You’re going to come again before I fuck you.”
She trembled at his declaration, and he waited until she raised her hands and began to tug and twist the crinkled tips before he lowered his mouth to her pussy. He let his tongue dance along her slit, darting into her opening before retreating to circle her clit, but never touching it.
Every time he looked up, she was tormenting her nipples just like he’d ordered her to. He’d love to see her play with her cunt, fucking herself with her fingers, making herself come. Maybe they could do that next time. Except, he reminded himself, there wouldn’t be a next time. This was what they’d agreed to. This was all she wanted. And it was all he was prepared to give her. Disappointment settled like a rock in his gut.
Lifting her ass a little higher, he fitted her more securely to his mouth as he ate her out, teasing her, pushing her close to the edge then backing off. There was some perversely selfish part of him that wanted this to be the best sex she’d ever had. That she’d think of him anytime another guy went down on her.
Her hips canted toward his mouth in short little jerks as she got closer to her release. Every breath was a gasping cry that raked across his skin like nails. He was so close to coming right now, he wasn’t even sure if he’d get inside her before he did. He’d wanted to draw out her orgasm, deny her, make her wait, but if he did, he’d waste his one chance to be inside her. His one chance to fuck her like she wanted to be fucked. His only chance to lose himself in her. He’d never wanted this connection with any other woman the way he wanted it with her.
Rory took one more teasing pass along her cleft before sucking her clit between his lips and drawing rhythmically on it. On a scream, she drove her fingers through his hair and hung on, her nails scraping his scalp. The pinpricks of pain spurred him on to suck harder, make her come more violently.
Finally, the waves passed, and her hold on his hair loosened as she slumped back against the desk, eyes closed, breathing still heavy. “I’m really glad everyone is gone,” she finally said. “I don’t think I could have stayed quiet if I’d tried.”
He laughed, and her eyes flew open.
“You should do that more often.”
His lips quirked. “Make you scream?”
“Well, I wouldn’t complain about that, but I meant you should laugh more often.”
He just smiled at her and shook his head. “You didn’t follow directions, though,” he said in a firmer voice.
She stretched and pushed herself up to a sitting position, flinching when her ass shifted on the desk’s surface. “What?”
“You stopped playing with your nipples.”
“I’m sorry.” Her eyes widened. “I know you need to punish me, but…”
“But what?”
She shook her head. “I keep forgetting I’m not supposed to ask for things.”
“Did we set that as a limit?”
“No.” She shook her head, again.
“Then, ask.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you. But you can ask.”
She took a shuddery breath and lifted her eyes to his. “Please don’t let the punishment be not fucking me. Because I think I’d die.”
He dragged his fingertips along the damp skin of her inner thighs. “I’m not about to pick a punishment that would kill me, too. Stand up, and turn around.”
She climbed off the desk, grimacing a little as her skin stuck to the desk, and turned around. Her cheeks were a brilliant shade of red and still hot to the touch. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the heated flesh, and she shivered.
Stepping to the side, he brought his hand down on the abused flesh and was rewarded with a sharp cry. Lifting her ass a little higher, she dropped her forehead to his desktop. He repeated the action a few more times, each smack resounding loudly over her harsh breathing and her agonized cries.
He let his hand fall still then dropped to his knees behind her and pressed kisses to her tender skin before spreading her and sliding his tongue along her cleft, needing one more taste of her sweet cunt. Finally, he dragged himself away. The next time she came, it was going to be with him pounding into her.
Standing, he asked, “Are you all right?”
She nodded, her head still resting on his desk. “I’m fine.”
He trailed his fingers through her slick, swollen folds.
“Of course, if you keep doing that, I’ll be better than fine. Or…”
“Or?” he prompted when she didn’t continue right away.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Or, you could fuck me.” Seeming to remember her role, she added, “Please.”
The whimpered plea went straight to his cock and squeezed.
Chapter Nine
Tris straightened, unable to believe she’d just invited her boss to fuck her. It shouldn’t have surprised her given everything else they’d already done. But there was a part of her that had never imagined being this bold—least of all with Rory Brecken.
He reached around her and pulled open a desk drawer and grabbed a condom. She tried the smother the twinge of jealousy that poked at her when she thought of the other women he’d had in here. Enough that he’d apparently needed to keep condoms at work.
A shiver worked through her as she heard the crinkle of plastic, and she forced herself to put thoughts of anyone but Rory out of her head. This was a one-time-only deal, and she didn’t want it tainted with negative thoughts. She had a feeling she’d be reliving this in her mind for years to come, because god knew, no other experience was ever going to come close to this one.
Rory settled his hands on her hips and urged her toward
the desk. Stroking a hand up her spine, he gently pushed. “Bend over.”
His tone was at odds with his touch, but it still sent a tingle of awareness pulsing through her cunt. Without warning, his hand came down on her sore arse again, renewing the delicious, burning ache. She pushed into his touch, offering herself—silently begging for more of his rough treatment. She lost track of how many times his hand had fallen. All she knew was that her bottom ached, and she wasn’t going to be satisfied until he filled her.
He dropped to his knees behind her and ran his tongue up and down her pussy before pressing a kiss on the burning skin of her arse. Even though his beard was short and neatly trimmed, his chin and cheeks abraded her abused skin. As much as it scraped and increased the burn, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away from him. Knowing something would only happen once was a great way to remain in the moment.
Finally, he stood and dragged his cock along her cleft. The thick, blunt head sliding through her folds excited her in ways fingers and toys couldn’t. She was almost dizzy with anticipation, waiting for him to shove his way inside her.
He notched his shaft at her opening and paused. “You’re going to want to hang on to something, because once I’m inside you, I’m not going to stop until we’ve both come harder than we ever have or until you safeword.”
“I won’t—”
Her words were cut off by the sensation of his flared head breaching her channel. He was so thick, she swore she could feel every ridge—every vein—scraping along her inner walls. Out of self-preservation, she gripped the edge of his desktop and hung on.
“Christ, Tristan,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to her back once he was fully seated. “So. Fucking. Tight.” He’d barely breathed the words, but she’d heard them, and they settled into her soul.
Almost all coherent thought vanished when he withdrew, dragging his shaft through her slick folds, before pushing back in. There was no gentle build-up. No working up to speed. Just Rory slamming himself into her willing body. And she loved it. Nothing had ever felt as good as having him inside her. Not even his gorgeous mouth on her pussy, and that had been amazing.
Despite the rough pace, he kept his thrusts rhythmic and measured. Every stroke tormented her sore backside. His body hair scraped against her overly sensitized flesh, and a thin sheen of sweat coated their skin, heightening her already intense reactions.
His hands gripped her hips as he pounded into her, pounded so hard his balls slapped wetly against her pussy. She groaned, meeting his thrusts, squeezing him with her internal muscles. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth at the sensation.
She looked over her shoulder at him, needing to see him. His head had dropped back, and his eyes had closed. Seeing the strong column of his throat exposed like that woke something dark and primal in her, and she wanted to sink her teeth into his flesh. Claim him, like he was claiming her. Except, as much as it felt like he was claiming her, he wasn’t. He was just fucking her. She needed to remember that.
“You’re thinking too much,” he said, startling her from her tangent.
“What?” she panted.
“Focus on here and now,” he ordered, grabbing her ponytail and twisting it around his hand again. “Focus on the feel of my cock pumping in and out of your cunt. Focus on the fact that I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked, and you’re loving it.”
The sound of his arousal-clouded voice and the sharp tugging on her hair combined with his almost feral thrusting were nearly enough to send her over the edge. When he wrapped the fingers of his free hand around her throat, she lost it. He didn’t squeeze—not too hard, anyway. He didn’t need to. Just the pressure of his long, strong fingers around her neck did her in.
“Rory, please. I need to come. I can’t stop…”
“Do it.”
With those harshly muttered words, the need that had been coiling in her abdomen, snapped, sending mind-melting pleasure streaking along her limbs to coalesce in her spasming pussy. Her internal muscles rippled around his cock, clamping down on him. But he powered through, riding out her orgasm to reach his own. She was dimly aware of him stiffening then shuddering as his release washed over him, but he never let up pressure on her hair or her throat. He kept her on that edge even as her urgency died away.
Finally, he slowed then stopped moving, gently releasing her hair and her neck, and she lay flush against the desktop. His breathing was just as ragged as hers as he bowed his head, resting it on her back. She could feel his hot breath against her skin as his respirations slowed and eventually returned to normal.
He pressed a tender kiss to her spine. A stab of longing pierced her. That was as close to a real kiss as she was ever going to get from him. She stifled a sigh. She needed to get over herself. She went into this knowing exactly how it was going to be. She was an idiot to want anything else after the fact. Besides, Rory had literally made all of her fantasies come true—or at least a huge portion of them. She couldn’t ask for more than that.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he straightened and carefully withdrew from her body.
She lifted her head. At least, she tried. It suddenly felt as though it weighed three-hundred pounds, but she also felt kinda floaty and disconnected as if her head was a lead balloon that still managed to bob and drift above her body. “Yeah. I’m good.”
She turned her head to look at him. He’d disposed of his condom and had his pants back on already. How long had she been slumped here? “I’ll get dressed and out of your way in just a second. I know you’ve probably got stuff to do.”
He tucked some stray hairs that had come loose from her ponytail behind her ear. “Nothing that can’t wait.” He helped her up. “Why don’t you come sit down on the couch and rest for a minute?”
Leading her to the sofa with his hand at the small of her back, he guided her to a cushion and grabbed a blanket from the back and wrapped it around her. She plucked at the cotton fabric. “You have a blanket at work?”
He nodded. “Sometimes, I end up sleeping here.”
The floating feeling wasn’t abating. It was almost like being tipsy. But the mention of sleeping jogged something in her brain. “I should go home and sleep.”
“In a little while. You had a pretty intense first experience. Sometimes, it takes a little while to get your feet under you again. I’m going to get you something to drink.” He studied her for a moment. “And maybe a snack.”
She nodded, feeling like her head might topple off her neck. She wasn’t sure how long he was gone or if maybe she’d fallen asleep. All she knew is that when she looked up again, he was sitting next to her with a couple bottles of water and a slice of pizza.
“Where did the pizza come from?”
“It’s leftover from my supper earlier.” He unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to her lips. “Here, have some of this.” He tilted the bottle, and she swallowed greedily. She hadn’t even realized she was thirsty. But the water did help. It made her feel slightly less spacey.
Realizing she was suddenly starving, she nodded to the pizza. “Please tell me that’s for me. I’m unbelievably hungry all of a sudden.”
His lips quirked upward into that cute half-smile, and he handed her the food.
She took a bite and groaned. It was cold, but it tasted like heaven. She practically inhaled the rest of the slice and downed the water.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
She blinked and shook her head. “Yeah. That was crazy; I was so out of it there for a while.”
“Sometimes, that happens after really intense sessions. And this being your first…” his words drifted off.
“Right.”
He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was suddenly uncomfortable again, which was kind of nuts after everything they’d just shared.
She noticed the time on his watch and grabbed his wrist to check it. “How is it past midnight?” She’d been in his office over five hours already. “I should
probably get going. It’s late.”
“If you want, you can use my bathroom to clean up a little.”
What she really needed was a month long soak, but she’d take what she could get. “That would be great. Thanks.”
After she collected her clothes and got dressed, she exited the restroom to find Rory removing an SD card from her computer. “I uploaded all the files in case you still want to see them later.”
“Great. Thanks.” How did one go about saying goodbye to a one-night stand she’d see again on Monday? Maybe this was where it was going to get awkward. Should she thank him for a great night? It hadn’t been a date, so that seemed wrong. Should she pretend nothing had happened and try to operate within the parameters of the pre-mind blowing sex?
“I was thinking… I’m going to be asking Annie and Clover to participate in this project, too.”
A pang of irrational jealousy attacked her. Which was stupid. Clover was gay. Annie was married. And she and Rory were never going to have a relationship. Get over yourself, already, Tris. She cleared her throat. “Okay.”
“Would you be willing to come in and teach them some fencing moves? Maybe we can film the fight sequences with you and them rather than me doing it?”
“Absolutely. I can do that.”
“I’ll text them and find out when they’re available and let you know.”
“Okay.” They stared at each other for a few seconds before Tristan looked away and shut down her laptop. Apparently, they were going to pretend nothing had happened. She could do that. Maybe.
Rory touched her shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive home? I can take you if you’re still feeling a little shaky.”
“No. It’s fine. I’m all right. Really.”
“I need you to text me once you’re home.”
Her brow furrowed.
“You can either text me, or let me drive you home.” That firm tone was back.
“I’ll text you as soon as I get there.” Slipping on her jacket, she grabbed her computer and purse. “See you Monday.”
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