Playing with Her

by Erika Wilde

She heard the breath rush from his lungs as he took in her skimpy, barely there attire. “Jesus, Jill,” he said, his voice sounding shocked and strangled, though his intense, molten gray eyes glowed with appreciation.

  Her stomach tumbled with desire. Her figure wasn’t model perfect and she no longer possessed a young, nubile body. She’d given birth to two kids and while she watched her weight and did yoga five times a week, she had full breasts and curves that were soft and supple and womanly. And right now, with him devouring her with his gaze, she felt sexy and incredibly exhilarated.

  She skimmed her fingers along the lace edge of her bra, then trailed them down her belly, to the thin band of her panties. “Do you like it?” she asked oh-so-guilelessly.

  “Hell, yeah, I like it,” he growled deep in his throat. “A lot.”

  He’d yet to touch her, and that’s what she wanted most of all. He was watching her as if he wasn’t certain what to expect because this was so out of character for her, so she didn’t hesitate to show him. Stepping between his spread knees, she braced one hand on the armrest so she was leaning over him, grabbed his deep purple tie with her other hand and pulled his mouth closer to hers.

  “Good,” she breathed against his lips. “Because I bought it with you in mind.”

  She slid her mouth against his, feeling his initial surprise, which thankfully didn’t last long. With a groan that sounded like the sweetest of surrender, he buried his fingers into her hair and did what he did best . . . he took control of the situation.

  His mouth claimed hers, firm and insistent, his tongue hot and demanding as he deepened the kiss. She moaned softly, resisting the urge to crawl onto his lap and let him have his way with her, which he no doubt expected, because she always let him lead and bent to his will.

  Not that having Dean in charge was a bad thing, but today was all about switching things up, being adventurous and spontaneous, and showing him she wanted more sexually. That she was open to a whole lot more than sex in the bedroom, and there were fantasies she wouldn’t mind fulfilling with him.

  She kissed him back just as passionately, feeling the hunger growing in him, the molten need . . . and then, abruptly, he grasped her hair tighter and pulled her head back, ending the kiss. Breathing hard, he stared into her eyes, looking dazed, a little confused, and excruciatingly aroused by her bold and brazen behavior.

  “Jillian . . . what the hell are you doing?”

  His voice was soft and dangerous, a subtle warning that he was on edge. Clearly, he was fighting the urge to give in to the lust burning in his gaze because they were in his office, with co-workers just beyond the closed door.

  Yeah, she’d definitely thrown him off balance, and she liked having that advantage.

  “I’m seducing you,” she said, and gave him an equally alluring smile. “Is it working yet?”

  He took the hand she’d braced on the chair and flattened her palm against the hard length of his erection bulging the front of his slacks. “What do you think?”

  “Oh.” Her eyes widened in feigned innocence, and she gave his thick shaft a firm squeeze. “I didn’t mean to get you so hot and bothered.”

  He raised a dark brow, amusement and daring etching his ruggedly handsome features. “Now that you have, what are you going to do about it?”

  His gruff demand sent swirls of sexual heat spiraling straight down to her stomach. This was what Jill wanted, for Dean to play along and allow the fantasy to unfold into hot, tantalizing reality. She let her lashes fall half-mast and licked her bottom lip, summoning the words she’d never, ever, said to him before. “I’m going to suck your cock and make you come.”

  Dean’s mouth opened, then snapped shut again, his jaw tense. Her husband was rarely at a loss for words, but her candid, explicit reply rendered him shocked and speechless. The slow burn of excitement in his eyes, however, assured her that he was fascinated by her brazen transformation.

  Thoroughly enjoying her newfound power, she knelt between his spread legs and began unbuckling his belt, anxious to make good on her promise. He watched her through hooded eyes, his breathing deepening as she unbuttoned his slacks, opened the zipper, then tugged his pants and boxer briefs low on his hips so that his fierce erection sprang free.

  Knowing he still needed to be presentable for the rest of the day, she pushed the hem of his shirt up to his chest and out of her way, and couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and place a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss against the taut muscles just below his navel.

  “Oh, fuck . . .” he rasped, like a man on the verge of insanity.

  Smiling to herself, she trailed her damp lips lower. The intoxicating masculine scent of him aroused her, and the taste of him—all hot, hard male—saturated her senses and made her insides clench with need.

  Gripping his shaft firmly in one hand, she wrapped her lips around the swollen crown of his dick, taking him into her mouth just a few excruciating inches. She swirled her tongue along the tip, then took him deep, until her lips touched the base of his cock and the sensitive head rubbed enticingly against the back of her throat. She swallowed, wrenching a groan of pure ecstasy from him.

  She slid him in and out of her mouth, stroking him with her tongue and adding just enough suction to keep him on edge. His hand cupped the back of her head, but he didn’t push or thrust into her mouth the way she knew he instinctively wanted to, the way she wanted him to. Didn’t grip her hair tight and use a little force to make her give him what he needed the most. He held back, always in control, when she was dying for him to dominate her and take whatever pleasure he desired the most.

  Another time, she promised herself. For now, she made his orgasm her ultimate goal. She continued blowing him, increasing the friction of her fingers along the hard column of flesh, and deepening the wet suction of her mouth as she doubled her efforts to make him come. His entire body tensed, and he gasped a warning, tightening his fingers in her hair to pull her head away.

  She refused to release him. His hips jerked wildly, and she felt the tell-tale pulsing of his cock in her mouth give way to a surge of warmth that she didn’t hesitate to swallow. With a hum of feminine power and delight, she finished him off, until she’d wrung him dry and he sagged back against his leather chair, dazed and temporarily wasted.

  She remained kneeling in front of Dean, back arched slightly, hands resting on her thighs, waiting patiently for him to recover, because she wasn’t done seducing him just yet. He glanced down at her, and she watched as his gaze darkened as he took in her very subdued, obedient-like pose, something she suspected would rouse him all over again.

  Oh, yeah, he liked her subservient demeanor. A lot. They’d never played at being dominant/submissive, but there had been enough instances in the bedroom when he’d displayed just enough aggression to give her the indication that he was on the cusp of tipping over into a more authoritative role sexually, yet was denying his true nature and had been for years.

  But exploring those D/s themes was for another day, another time, when they weren’t confined to his office with the possibility of being interrupted.

  Still wearing her red lacy bra, G-string, and fuck-me stilettos, she rose to her feet and leisurely skimmed her hands down her stomach, smiling to herself as his sinful gaze tracked the direction her fingers were heading . . . right into the waistband of her panties.

  “I have another surprise for you,” she said huskily.

  “I don’t know that I can handle another surprise,” he said, though he hadn’t looked away from where her fingers had disappeared.

  She laughed softly. “Oh, I think you can.”

  Hooking her thumbs into the thin strings at the sides of her hips, she pushed her panties down and let them fall away, revealing her freshly waxed mound.

  He groaned his appreciation, and she teased him a bit more, grazing the tips of her fingers along the smooth, newly naked flesh. He’d always wanted her to go completely bare, and she’d never had the nerve. But she had to adm
it that getting a full Brazilian wax had been quite liberating.

  He flashed her one of his patented bad boy grins . . . the same one she’d fallen hard and fast for back in high school. The same one that still had the ability to make her weak in the knees now.

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d think today was my birthday.”

  She tipped her head to the side, letting her long dark hair tumble sexily over her shoulder. “Would you like to see . . . everything?” she teased.

  “Hell, yeah,” he said without hesitation. “Sit on my desk, spread your legs, and show me.”

  His demand ramped up her own excitement. Pushing aside the papers and files he’d been perusing when she’d arrived, she lifted herself up onto his desk, so that her legs were dangling. But she didn’t give him the view he’d asked for . . . not just yet. He was still sprawled in his leather chair, much too far away, his body deceptively lax.

  She crooked her finger at her husband. “Come closer. You’re too far away and I want to make sure you get a very good look.”

  “You’re fucking killing me,” he muttered, though there was unmistakable humor in his voice as he rolled his chair closer.

  Before she could open her legs, he wrapped his long, strong fingers around one of her ankles and placed the stiletto heel on the leather armrest of his chair, then did the same to her other leg, spreading her indecently, shamelessly wide.

  “Do not move your feet,” he ordered as he sat up in his chair, which brought him intimately close to the crux of her thighs. “Lean back on your arms so I can see every smooth, waxed inch of you.”

  She did as he asked, bracing herself on her forearms and exposing herself even more to him.

  His nostrils flared, and his eyes blazed with lust as he looked his fill. “That is so fucking hot,” he said as he slowly traced a finger along the lips of her sex, which was now hyper-sensitive to his touch. “You have such a gorgeous pussy.”

  His coarse words, spoken so reverently, thrilled her, made her feel giddy with the knowledge that he liked what he saw.

  His fingers dipped into her core and spread the slick moisture along the folds of flesh, all the way up to her aching clit, stroking her slowly, expertly. She bit her bottom lip as her thighs began to quiver, while he glanced up at her face, taking in the thick fall of her hair, then the swell of her breasts nearly spilling from the scrap of lace barely covering them.

  “You’re so soft, so smooth, and very, very wet.” He pushed two fingers back inside her body, sliding his thumb against that sensitive nub of flesh once again, teasing and tormenting her.

  “Sucking you off does that to me,” she managed to reply, and it was the absolute truth.

  “I think I need to return the favor,” he said, and moved even closer. He draped her legs over his broad shoulders, then dipped his head and trailed moist, suckling kisses up the inside of her thigh.

  Watching him go down on her was so decadent and erotic, how he closed his eyes as he nuzzled his way toward her pussy, the way he blew a hot gust of air on her wet folds, and that first leisurely lick of his tongue that made her body jolt in shock before he settled his mouth completely over her and sucked her clit.

  The surprising scrape of his teeth added another dimension of delightful bliss. She moaned out loud as pleasure, fast and fierce, lashed through her. Unable to support herself any longer, she laid back on his desk, her back arching off the surface as his tongue continued to flick and swirl and his long fingers pumped deep inside her, heightening the searing, relentless sensory assault.

  Her body tingled with needs so intense she felt as though she was going to explode. And then she did. Her hips bucked against his tenacious mouth as her orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath for a moment before releasing it in a soft, keening cry. Tremors quaked through her, one after the other, and she rode the wave for as long as it lasted.

  Her climax had literally left her reeling, and she was vaguely aware of Dean lurching to his feet. Wrapping his strong arms around her thighs, he hauled her bottom to the very edge of his desk, then slammed into her with such shocking force she felt as though her world had tipped on its axis.

  She sucked in a startled gasp as he began to thrust, impaling her hard and incredibly deep. Each rapid plunge of his hips shoved her higher and higher onto the desk, until she felt as though she was going to slide off the other side.

  Eyes wide, her arms flew out to her sides to grab onto something to hold onto for the wild, unexpected ride, and ended up knocking over a photo frame and some kind of paperweight. Both landed on the floor with a loud thud and clatter of noise—enough to draw attention from anyone outside the office.

  She cringed, but Dean didn’t stop moving. His arms banded around her thighs, keeping her legs wide open so he could watch as he pumped in and out of her in long, solid strokes. The man was very visual, and he liked to see everything as he fucked her.

  The intercom on his phone beeped, followed by his secretary’s concerned voice. “Is everything all right, Mr. Noble? I heard a loud noise and wanted to make sure everything is okay.”

  “Everything is fine, Gail,” Dean replied in a surprisingly normal voice, even as he surged into Jill once again with a grinding motion of his hips that forced her to bite back a telltale moan. “My wife accidentally knocked a few things off my desk.”

  Jill’s face flamed in mortification as he disconnected the call and smirked knowingly at her.

  “You are so bad,” she said, trying not to laugh.

  He slowed the rhythm of his thrusts, as if wanting to savor the pleasure, his own gray eyes glimmering with humor as he met her gaze. “Would you have me any other way?”

  “No,” she replied honestly, because she wanted to see a whole lot more of this incorrigible bad boy who didn’t hesitate to screw her in his office, with people right outside the door.

  “I also didn’t expect you to get hard again.” She smirked right back at him, though she loved that she’d turned him on that much.

  “That’s what going down on you does to me.” He licked his still damp lips, the lazy in and out of his shaft making her restless for more. “I love the way you taste. Like ripe juicy peaches and cream. I could eat you for hours.”

  A full bodied shiver coursed through her, and her inner walls clenched tighter around his shaft. The man certainly had a way with words.

  “Show me your breasts,” he murmured.

  There wasn’t a front clasp on her bra, so she lowered the straps down her arms until the panel of lace fell away. Knowing how much he liked watching her touch herself, she cupped both mounds of flesh in her hands and squeezed them together, then tugged on her nipples until they turned into hard pink pebbles. She rolled them between her fingers, and flicked the taut, sensitive tips with her thumbs. The quickening of his thrusts told her how much he enjoyed the show.

  “What do these taste like?” she asked, her voice a sultry, playful purr.

  “Like sweet cherries,” he drawled huskily.

  Reaching up to him, she slid her fingers into his silky hair and drew his mouth down to her breasts, the length of his strong, muscular body now pressing hers more firmly into the hard wooden desk. “Lick them.”

  He dipped his head and slid the flat of his soft, velvety tongue over her aureole, then nipped at her with his teeth and sucked her into his mouth. The hot, wet sensation shot an arrow of desire straight down to where they joined, where his thrusts were picking up pace and becoming more insistent. More urgent.

  She wrapped her legs around his hips and slid her hands beneath his shirt and up the slope of his spine, urging him on. With a low, feral growl, he lunged upward and kissed her, sealing their lips and buffering her soft moan of need.

  His hot mouth devoured. His wicked tongue pillaged. Roughly, he shoved his hands through her hair, wrapping the long strands around his fingers, holding her captive as he ravaged her mouth with the same edgy, desperate way he took her body.

  Deeper and deeper
. Harder and faster.

  Her fingernails dug into his muscled back as he plunged, again and again. Everything about him was hard and strong, all primitive, animalistic, carnal male. The incredible power of his passion sent another orgasm rippling through her body, and thank God he still had his mouth locked tight over hers or else her scream of pleasure would have undoubtedly been heard by all.

  Dean was right behind her with his own release, a guttural groan vibrating from deep in his chest as his body jerked hard against hers. He collapsed against her, both of them breathing fast as they tried to calm their racing hearts.

  In time, he lifted off her and straightened, his clothing as askew and rumpled as his hair. He helped her off his desk, picked up her discarded clothes from the floor, and handed them to her.

  “Go ahead and use the bathroom to get dressed,” he said, nodding his head toward the private quarters connected directly to his office.

  She disappeared into the luxurious bathroom, decorated in sleek black tile and chrome accents. She cleaned up and put her panties and dress back on, then glanced in the mirror above the sink. Bright blue eyes, a few shades darker than her normal sky blue, stared back at her. Her lips were swollen from Dean’s kisses, and her complexion was flushed with sated passion. She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, incredibly pleased with the way her visit with her husband had played out. His response had been better than she’d imagined.

  She stepped back into his office and found him sitting in his chair, all tucked in and zipped up. His hair was still ruffled from the way she’d clutched those thick strands in her hands just minutes before, and she loved that he wasn’t like one of those prissy metro-sexual males who had soft, manicured hands and untouchable hair that was always in place. Dean was a man’s man, rugged and alpha and secure in his masculinity, without any excess trappings. He was bold, confident, yet always a gentleman.

  Those more gallant, honorable qualities had their time and place, but just as men preferred a lady in public and a whore in private, Jill had come to the conclusion that she wanted a rake and a libertine in the bedroom, and all of the down and dirty, risqué acts that came with her husband being an assertive, demanding lover. And in order to get what she desired, she had to ask for it. Demand it. Take it as her due as Dean’s wife.