“Oh my god, so that’s where my panties went,” she drawled. “I just can’t seem to keep track of them. They just keep falling off.” She put on a fake pout and batted her eyes at him.
Carter’s eyes darkened in appreciation of her response. A subtle movement of his hand caught her eye, and her mind registered that he’d just turned the lock to the office door. With that small gesture she felt the heat pool between her legs as the certainly of what was about to happen set in. As hot as the phone calls had gotten her, and as much as she’d loved hearing his voice telling her do things over the phone, each encounter had left her yearning for his actual touch and the physical feel of his body against hers. Her fingers itched to take him in her hand and stroke him hard. Her mouth wanted to surround him, her tongue to enjoy the taste of him.
“There’s something else I’ve been missing, though,” Abby continued, and then paused before admitting, “…you.”
With that, Carter crossed the floor in an instant, and before Abby even processed that he was moving, she was wrapped up in his embrace. It was like the fantasy she’d imagined just moments before, but, oh, so much more. It was so much more intense and satisfying to feel his body against hers, his hands exploring her curves. The moment he touched her, she felt her body melt into his, molding along the contours of his body, evidencing her desire to be as close to him as possible. His hand slid up her thigh, and when it met no barrier between his fingertips and her skin, confirming she was bare beneath her skirt, he growled in satisfaction. His hand slid around to cup her ass in his palm and he pulled her still closer to him. She felt his own arousal pressing hard against her, and wiggled her hips to tease him and draw him deeper into her core.
“I missed you, too,” Carter murmured into her hair, as he breathed her in, and then his lips were on hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, claiming her and moving around in a way that suggested other parts of him in her and the way he could make her respond and feel. She gave back as much as she took. Her own tongue reached out to meet him, and she let her teeth scrape gently along his bottom lip, tugging gently, and when he groaned his approval, a little rougher. His hands began roaming over her body, sliding up the insides of her thighs teasing her by just grazing over her with the lightest of touches.
Abby gasped out his name as he touched her, begging him with her voice and the writhing of her body to give her more, touch her more deeply, but he continued to tease and frustrate her by giving her just fingertip touches. Her own hands were exploring his body, though they were hampered by his suit jacket and shirt, and lower, his pants. Still, she moved them over the contours of his muscles, sliding over his chest, and then down his torso and then lower until she could grasp his hardness in her hand and stroke him through the fabric of his pants. She felt a surge of power run through her when she heard the moan escape from him, and felt him twitch beneath the movements of her hand. When she reached her other hand to the front of his pants and began to undo the clasp and slide down the zipper, Carter grabbed her hands roughly and pulled them away.
“Jesus, Abby, you do this, and I won’t be able to hold back.” Carter’s voice was edgy with barely controlled restraint. “I’m about one second away from being too far gone to stop this. So if you don’t want this, don’t want me to fuck you hard, right here, right now, then you’d better move your hands and walk out of here. Because if you don’t, then I’m going to…” Carter broke off to suck in a deep gasp of breath as Abby ignored his warning and eased the zipper down from his pants and stuck her hand inside his boxer briefs to grab him firmly in her fist, working her hand up and down his hard length.
“Or what, Carter,” she countered. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to bend you over that desk, and I’m going to tell you to pull your dress up and spread your legs for me. And then I’m going to tell you to spread your pussy lips for me. I’m going to bet that you’re wet for me right now. Am I right, Abby?” And to check, he suddenly thrust two fingers up inside of her, and smiled when he felt how slick she was.
He pulled his finger out and ran them over her mouth, spreading her liquid heat over her lips, before bending his head towards her and licking the moisture off.
“And after you’re spread yourself open for me, I’m going to fuck you, hard. This won’t be some slow, romantic seduction…I don’t have the restraint or patience to fuck around with romance and flowers. Instead, I’m going to fill you, I’m going to take you, and we’re both going to get the release we’ve been needing since the night we met.”
Abby felt delirious with need, and in response to his declaration, she stepped out of his embrace, lifted her skirt up around her waist, and bent over onto the desk. With her ass exposed, she slowly spread her legs, as far as she could, and though she knew her pussy lips were already open, and could feel the air against her clit and the wetness that was practically dripping out of her, she slid her free hand around her back, slid her index and middle fingers down each side of her clit to spread her lips open even wider. She’d never had sex from behind, and hadn’t realized it would make her feel so exposed and vulnerable. She also hadn’t known it would be so hot. Another new experience for Abby was touching herself like this in front of a man, and to explore the opportunity a little more, she ran her fingers up and down the folds of her pussy, and slid one finger into her opening, thrusting it in and out, feeling for herself how wet she was.
With that, Carter lost all control. He bit off a curse, before freeing himself from his shorts and pants. Amazingly, he had enough sense left to pull out a shiny package from his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling on the condom, and then with a single, rough push, he was inside her. He was bigger than she’d expected, and Abby felt a brief pang of panic that it was too much, that she wasn’t ready. It had been a while for her, and Abby felt like she needed a moment for her body to accommodate his size. But before she could ask him to slow down, he was pounding into her. He made good on his promise; he was neither gentle nor romantic. He pushed into her hard and deep, going further with each thrust. And though Abby thought that she’d need time to get used to this new position and the new sensations it brought, she found instead that she was pushing her hips back into him with each thrust he made into her. She whimpered as she tried to encourage him even farther inside of her. He grabbed her hip with one hand to help her match his rhythm, and his other hand snaked around under her to rub against her clit while he rocked into her. The light touches from before were gone, and his fingers were tough and demanding against her, squeezing and pressing, leaving no option for Abby’s body to deny him a response. Abby’s hands gripped the edges of the desk to keep herself steady and remind herself that she was still in the world, while she felt the orgasm building inside her. She tried to slow it down, to hold off for a few moments longer, but Carter felt her response as well, and gave her no relief from his touch. Her own body betrayed her by thrusting itself harder against him against her will.
“Oh my god, you feel so fucking good. You’re so tight and hot and wet.” He gasped into her ear. And he pushed himself into her harder and faster.
The climax continued to grow in Abby, she was just on the edge of it when Carter squeezed her clit between his index and middle fingers, and pulled her hips against him. Abby was thrown over the edge, she cried out his name on the gasping breath, “Oh god yes, Carter. Oh god! Fuck!” And the orgasm rocked through her body. Had she been standing, her knees would have given out under her, and she would have crumpled to the floor as wave after wave of sensation roared through her. Her body gripped his cock inside of her, milking out his orgasm as well. She felt his climax surge, and he gave one last powerful push before going over the edge himself. Her hips were still rotating under him, as her climax continued to pulse through her, her body’s contractions pulling him into her. His fingers were still working over her clit, slower now as her body finally began to settle. He leaned over her from behind and bit her gently on the neck, a
nd rested his body against hers for a few seconds. Then he straightened and pulled out of her, leaving her wet, swollen pussy exposed again, and she could feel that it was still pulsing from her orgasm. He could certainly see that. Abby felt suddenly self-conscious and as her mind returned to sanity, she began to feel embarrassment creeping in. And to top it all off, her knees were still weak, and she wasn’t even sure she could stand up just yet. Suddenly, she felt his arms around her waist, pulling down the skirt of her dress, and smoothing it down over her ass and legs. He seemed to sense her confusion and uncertainly, so didn’t speak to her. Instead, he held her by the waist again, and supported her as turned her around and folded her into an encompassing hug.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered into her neck. Then, “Have dinner with me tonight.”
He pulled away slightly and cupped a finger under her chin to tilt her face up to his. As he held her gaze, she nodded mutely at him, even as she recognized he had issued a statement rather than a question.
Cater nodded with satisfaction. “Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.” He gave her just the lightest of kisses against her lips before he stepped away from her then. “Take a few minutes in here. As long as you need.” He smiled smugly at her, knowing that he was leaving her in a state from which she’d need some time to recover. “I’ll see you later.” With that, Carter opened the office door and left, pulling it shut behind him.
Chapter 17
In the quiet and solitude left behind, Abby was able to finally ground herself again. Without a mirror around, she had to make do with using his computer screen as a mirror. Though her reflection in the monitor was faded, she could still see her flushed face, swollen lips, and mussed up hair. I look like I’ve been fucked, she thought to herself.
Without her purse, she had no makeup to cover up the pink flush staining her cheeks, and no brush to smooth her tousled hair. She looked around for her panties, but they were nowhere to be seen. In the end, the best she could do was run her hand through her messy locks and straighten her dress. With a deep breath for confidence, she walked out of the office with her head held high and her shoulders square. She could feel Lorraine’s curious stare at her as she walked by, and was sure the woman knew exactly what had just gone on in that office. But Abby refused to let any of her inner self-doubt show, so she smiled an open and generous smile at the nosy woman staring at her, and walked back to her own desk. She grabbed her purse, made sure to keep her steps steady and even so it didn’t look like she was running, and walked out the front door.
With each step, she could feel the slick wetness from her pussy causing her still-engorged lips to slide against each other and against her clit, bringing renewed pangs of sensation surging through her. Each stride was a tactile reminder of what had just happened. She could only hope that there wasn’t a wet spot on the back of her dress to really advertise to the whole office what she’d just done. But more than worry about what her coworkers might be thinking, she had an entire other concern on her mind. Because she had just had the best sex of her life, with a man with whom she’d shared some of her most private secrets and with whom she’d exposed her most vulnerable sides, both physically and mentally, and emotionally. And she knew, at that moment, that she was hopelessly and deeply in love with him.
Chapter 18
With a frustrated sigh, Abby stripped off another top and threw it onto the growing pile on her bed. Why did everything look so awful on her tonight? All her clothes felt either too plain, or too slutty, or too frumpy to wear on her date this evening with Carter. Of course, Carter had already seen her naked, but now she wanted to look sophisticated and sexy, classy with just a tough of slut…but nothing too obvious.
Oh god. Abby noticed her hands shaking and paused to take stock of her racing heart. What she needed right now was a little help from her BFF. She knew from experience that Leah could discover in Abby’s own closet the perfect outfit that Abby would never consider on her own. More likely, though, and what Abby hoped would happen, is that Leah would bring over something of her own for Abby to wear. While the girls weren’t quite the same size…namely Leah was much shapelier than Abby, Leah’s expansive wardrobe always seemed to have enough pieces that fit Abby just perfectly. And Leah’s superior sense of style was just what Abby needed to get the right look for tonight.
The only problem was that if she called Leah for help, she’d have to actually talk to Leah. Normally that wasn’t a problem; she and Leah talked all the time. But today was different. Leah would use her crazy sixth sense to divine that something was up with Abby. Abby might resist Leah’s interrogation about what was up for a while, but eventually she’d crack and spill what she’d done with Carter that afternoon. And Abby wanted to keep that to herself, at least for a while so she could relive it in her mind without the event being changed by anyone else’s thoughts or words about it.
But this was an emergency, so Abby gave in and called her friend. Plus, she reasoned that she and Leah had been even more open with each other than usual lately, and given Leah and Jackson’s new activities, she doubted anything she told Leah about what she and Carter had done would shock her friend. Even if she did manage to shock Leah, she knew her friend would never judge her.
“Lees, you busy?” she asked when Leah answered. “I need you!”
“What’s up?” Leah asked her.
“Um, well, so I have a date with Carter tonight, and I can’t find anything to wear!” Abby wailed into the phone. “Can you come over and help me?”
“Wow,” Leah responded. “A real date? Like, not a random hook-up in a bar?” Her giggle told Abby that it was a joke.
“Haha…funny. Yes, a real date. With dinner and everything. And I need the perfect outfit, which means I need you to help me pick it out. So, are you coming, or am I destined to go out with the hottest guy ever in a tweed suit or something equally horrible?”
“The fact that you probably do have a tweed suit in your closet is argument enough for me to come over and give you the help you so clearly need. What time is your date?”
Abby told Leah she had two hours before Carter was picking her up. Leah gasped at the quick timeframe, leaving Abby slightly chagrined that her friend thought she needed more than two hours to make Abby look presentable. Before Abby had time to squawk her protest at that thought, though, Leah had already promised she was on her way over.
“Ok,” Leah declared when she bustled in a few minutes later, arms full of clothes, one bag of makeup and another of jewelry. “First, the music. A brand new playlist just for this occasion.” She connected her phone to Abby’s speakers and the loud, rhythmic beat of a fast-paced, dance-inspiring song burst across the room. “Now, five minute dance party to calm your nerves. You have way too much pent up energy that needs an outlet, and this is way more fun than running laps.”
Five Minute Dance Party was a ritual the girls had started in middle school, when they discovered they shared an eclectic taste in music. While Leah’s tastes ran more towards the hard rock and heavy metal genres, and Abby preferred the rhythmic trance-like tunes, both women could belt out the lyrics to both Taylor Swift and Sugarhill Gang if the occasion called for it. And, they each agreed that there was something so freeing about dancing wildly and singing out of key to their favorite songs when no one was watching or listening.
For the next few minutes, the girls bounced and swiveled and swirled around to the music. Abby felt her heart swell with gratitude to her friend. What would she ever do without Leah, who knew exactly how to calm her down and always came through for her? After a couple songs, the girls fell onto the couch, panting, breathless and laughing. Abby felt immeasurably calmer and more in control of her emotions. And though Leah gave her a few shrewd looks, she didn’t pressure Abby to spill about what was going on with her and Carter, though Leah clearly knew something new was up.
After catching her breath following the dancing, Leah started pawing through Abby’s closet. As usual, she clucked her tongue
at most of the clothes there, her face screwing up in full disgust at a couple of items. Approval was granted to just a measly few items, most of which, Abby noted, had been gifts from Leah. Realizing this was not the time to insert her opinion, Abby mutely watched Leah work. Finally, Leah settled on a pair of fitted black Capri pants that she paired with a slinky, silver top with spaghetti straps. She added a light-weight silvery-gray cardigan from the pile of clothes she’d brought with her, and completed the outfit with high-heeled silver wedge sandals and a chunky, draping necklace.
Make-up and hair were next, though Leah kept both simple. She left Abby’s hair down, and highlighted her eyes with smoky eye shadow, mascara, and a touch of lip gloss. Then Leah led Abby to the full-length mirror hanging from her bedroom door. Abby gasped at the image reflected before her. She looked like a completely different person…she looked sexy and sleek, but in an effortless way. As if she actually rolled out of bed looking like this. She threw her arms around Leah and thanked her over and over.
“Oh my god, I look so good!” Abby exclaimed. “Thank you so much!”
“No probs,” Leah answered. “Have fun tonight. And I’ll be expecting you to spill the deets when you’re ready. No pressure, though.” Leah ended with a smile.
“And remember,” Leah continued. “No more than one glass of wine at dinner.”
Abby hugged her friend again, and showed her out. She still had about ten minutes before Carter showed up, so she walked around restlessly while she waited. She tried to sort through some bills, and straighten up a bit, but really she just walked from one room to another without accomplishing anything.
Minute by minute, her nerves began to return. Also as she paced and fluttered about, she had plenty of time to relive the experience from earlier in the day. She felt a faint soreness between her legs that reminded her of how thoroughly he’d taken her earlier that day, and she remembered in excruciating detail how amazing her orgasm had been. As she walked and remembered, a feeling of desire began growing again. Finally, just after seven, her doorbell rang, and she sighed in relief that the wait was over. Whatever else might be in store for the evening, at least it was finally starting.
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