by Jaxon, Jenna
"Fucking nuclear. You're an exciting woman, Ashley." He tugged at her lips with his teeth and she melted a little more. "Such potential."
"Potential for what?"
"For absolute sexual abandon. Are you ready to take it to another level?"
Her slow breathing quickened. "I don't think I'm ready for—"
"Not anal intercourse. Not yet, anyway. Though a little anal play would get you more comfortable with the idea."
"I don't know, Hunter."
"Did you come good?"
"Yes."
"Did you like coming that good?"
Ashley sighed. "Yes, of course, I loved coming that hard. I can't even move I'm so spent."
"Then you're ready for the next level of abandon. Can I take you to lunch tomorrow?" He pulled out of her, leaving an emptiness she didn't want to contemplate.
She nodded and sat up. "That would be great."
"Why don't I pick you up at your office? We can go to that little café you eat at so often." He mounted the stairs, grabbed two towels and passed her one.
"You know where I eat lunch?"
"I know everything about you."
"Stalker."
"Prey." He buffed his back with the towel. His cock, stripped of its condom, now swayed limply against his sac.
My God, I am his prey. Only I want him to pounce. Right now would be fine.
"How does 12:30 sound?"
Too far away.
Day 4
Afternoon Delight
Ashley had just finished collating the incoming freshman files when the door to her office rattled open to admit Hunter. His crisp appearance in a forest green and white striped short-sleeved shirt and white shorts drew a wide smile from her. He always dressed sharp, or not at all. She preferred the latter, but for lunch this seemed the safer call.
"Hi, babe." He leaned against the door and surveyed the room, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across his face. "Nice office."
"Hi, yourself." Ashley grabbed her purse from a desk drawer and straightened, drawing herself up tall in her three-inch red stilettos. She had dressed with care this morning, knowing she would be seen with Hunter in public for the first time. The chic red and white linen dress would make her stand out--make them stand out.
"I'm ready." She crossed to stand in front of him, noting the gleam in his eyes. He must like her in this outfit.
"I can see that. I'm ready too." He grabbed her face and pulled her to him. His lips crushed hers, his tongue shot into her mouth before she could catch her breath. Not that she minded at all. He tasted of black coffee and the slight bitterness made her thirsty for more.
She dropped her purse to slide her hands up his back, raking it lightly with her nails through his cotton shirt. The vibrations of his answering groan resounded against her breasts. He disengaged his tongue and dragged it down her neck, nipping her skin every few inches. Each one caused a frisson of delight to sprint down her body. When he reached the juncture of her neck and shoulder, the nip became a full-fledged bite.
"Aah." She moaned softly, her panties dampening at the delightful pain. "Hunter, what are you doing? We're going out to lunch and I'm going to be miserable with wanting you."
"Hmm." He worked his mouth back up her neck until it pressed close against her ear. "I don't want you to be miserable, Ash. That would never do."
He lifted first her right then her left leg over his hips then cupped her ass with both hands. She immediately locked her legs around him and the hard line of his cock rubbed against her crotch.
"I have an idea." He walked them over to Ashley's desk. Hunter shifted her weight until one hand clasped her butt in the center. With the free hand, he set the lamp down on the floor, pushed a pile of papers toward her computer and plunked Ashley down on her desk. She shook her head at him, laughing.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like?" He pushed her torso back until she lay with her head almost touching her computer monitor, her body spread across the dark walnut wood. Lifting her hips, he pushed her dress to her waist and stared down at her tiny red thong panties. A smile spread across his face. "Now aren't we color coordinated today?"
Before she could open her mouth to protest his smug tone, he pulled a clear plastic packet from his pocket and held it up to reveal a red condom.
Ashley laughed, stopped abruptly and stared at the door.
"Are you crazy?" she whispered, trying to pull down her skirt and sit up. "Anyone could walk in."
"No one's going to walk in, Ash. Hunter pressed her back down onto the desk, his big solid body pinning her like a wrestler. "It's lunchtime during August. No faculty or students around." He loomed over her face, his eyes mere inches from hers. Her breasts rubbed his chest with every breath she took. God, she loved that feeling. Her nipples hardened as the friction increased.
"There are administrators and secretaries around. They might come by."
"Dr. Hawthorne is out of town. Chances are less than one in ten someone will show up." He rubbed his cheek against hers, a hint of stubble scraping her skin, the citrus of his cologne tickling her nose. "This is the next level of adventure, Ash. You game?"
"You really mean it." Her heart beat like the hooves of a runaway horse. If someone came in, she'd be more than humiliated and fired on the spot. "You could get kicked out of school."
His gaze never left her face, but his eyes sparkled even brighter at her words. He ground his stiffened cock against her pussy. "I'm up for it."
Ashley groaned. "Well, yeah, I kind of expected that."
"Time's wasting, babe. Are you in or are you out?"
One more glance toward the door. If someone came in…The image of her spread-eagle on the desk, Hunter pumping away with all his might, and that door opening made her twitch in unexpected places. The temperature in the room seemed to rise and she fought the urge to squirm on the desk. This was not last night with a 10-foot privacy fence, but a giant step up the adventuresome ladder. She hoped the rung didn't break.
"I'm in."
"Good. I've been anticipating this all morning." He lowered his head between her thighs and began to lick and nip the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. "I promise you'll never want to eat lunch the regular way again."
A deep hum began in her throat as he changed positions, rested his forehead lightly on the red satin covering her mons, and got busy with his tongue.
By the time he gets down to the real business, he can probably stick his little finger in me and I'll come. Ever since meeting Hunter she'd been horny as hell 24/7. This interlude would probably be no more than an appetizer; could she convince him to come over tonight as well?
He raised his head and she stared at his face, framed by the V of her thighs. His eyes possessed a dreamy quality she hadn't seen before. He glanced up and down her body, as if memorizing every inch of her, his gaze finally lingering on the thong that shielded her pussy. He grasped her legs, slid her toward his waiting face until his nose was embedded in her crotch. His deep breathing convinced her he enjoyed the smell of a woman. Well, at least her scent. He seemed to enjoy everything about her, and her feelings were mutual.
She glanced toward the door again. It was going on one pm. How would they ever do this quickly and quietly? Lunch would be ending soon. And she would not end this mealtime as frustrated as it had begun.
"Take my panties off, Hunter, and let's get on with this."
He chuckled deeply and ran his tongue along the junction of thigh and pelvis. Ashley squirmed outright, almost sliding off the desk. Rather than pushing her back into place, he allowed her feet to touch the ground. First toes, then the ball of the foot and finally the heel, her footing solid on the carpet.
"You giving up?"
"Hardly. Turn around." He continued to laugh softly as he pulled her into a standing position." He guided her until she faced the desk, her skirt ruched up to her waist.
"Now lean over." His hand on her back, he urged her
down until her boobs pressed the polished wood and she detected a trace of lemon Pledge. The desktop stood a little lower than waist high, so her rump now stuck up in the air--a full moon for anyone coming through that door.
"Beautiful." He ran his hands over her butt then traced the line of her thong along the crack of her ass with a single finger. He slipped his hand underneath the strand of fabric, slid his finger into her drenched slit to the hilt, then slowly out.
"Oh, so ready, I see."
God, more than ready. Between her heightened lust and awareness of the office door, she quivered on the brink of climax just from that one thrust.
He leaned toward her ear and whispered, "Are we ready for adventure?" His breath brushed her ear, sending chills down her neck.
"Oh, Hunter, please." Ash gripped the edge of the desk. If he didn't hurry and stick it in, he was going to miss the show.
"I'll take that as a ‘yes.'" He straightened and a zipper whirred. His cock, hard and hot, prodded against her. The ripping plastic and snick of latex unrolling conjured the vision of his dick, now matching her thong, bobbing in the air directly behind her butt. He leaned forward, sliding the length of it up her crack. Ashley moaned and gripped harder.
His hand at her thong, he pressed into her again--his thumb this time, going by size. He let it linger, rotating it, driving her wild with trying not to explode.
"Hunter." Her plea came out a cross between moan and hiss. "I'm going to come without you if you keep this up."
"No, you won't. You want to wait for the big finale." He withdrew his thumb, trailed it up to her asshole and circled that, spreading her juices there.
Every muscle in her body clenched; passion drained away as though he had pulled a plug. "No, Hunter, stop. I don't want you to do that." She kept her voice down, but tried to rise off the desktop.
"Shh." He rested his free hand—the other continued to circle her anus—on her back and circled in counterpoint to the other, pushing her back onto the wood. "I won't fuck you in the butt until you ask me to."
She relaxed. One tension released allowed another to build. The light touch on her asshole made her pussy throb, wanting more.
"You have to trust me, Ash. I won't ever harm you."
"Umm."
Hunter's soothing tone, coupled with the slow massage of this thumb, allowed her to unclench her muscles and he moved her legs apart. He shifted her wisp of a thong and slid his dick all the way home in one sharp thrust. Ash rocked forward then pushed back, her pussy frantic for more. He groaned above her and began to pound out an equally frantic rhythm.
Their position couldn't be called comfortable with the edge of the desk wedged against her thighs, and the force of his slamming cock hovered between pleasure and pain, but the orgasm building promised an explosion of Fourth of July proportions. He circled her asshole with his thumb— nearly as effective as rubbing her clit. And if he pushed in a little bit, like he had in the shower…She wiggled her ass in anticipation.
His satisfied chuckle sounded loudly in the room filled only with the slap of his balls on her thighs and the creak of the desk. He pressed his thumb inward on his next stroke, which he slowed so digit and dick kept pace. The slide outward, just as slow, pushed her to the brink. One more would topple her headlong into an orgasm she'd feel for days to come.
The doorknob rattled.
Ashley's stomach dropped and breath hung suspended mid-inhale. She snapped her head to the right, her gaze pinpointed on the dull brass knob.
Hunter stilled, dick still embedded, thumb resting lightly on her.
Her face must have drained of color because her whole head felt numb. She was going to be ruined royally. How fast could she slink out of town?
The knob rattled again.
"It's locked."
Ashley flinched. His whisper sounded like a canon in her ear. When had he leaned over her? A flicker of calm stole through her as she willed whoever stood on the other side of that door to go the fuck away now. After a moment, footsteps on the corridor tiles receded and Ash slumped, too weak to brace herself. Hunter ran his hands over her ass and nuzzled her neck.
"Adventure's completed, I think." His deep voice held more than a hint of amusement. "Let's finish the other with a bang." Amazingly, his dick had remained rock solid.
She just wanted to slide under her desk for the rest of the day. Maybe by five she'd stop shaking. At least her mind told her that. Her body, however, was being uncooperative. The adrenaline rush had given way to a need to feel Hunter fill her again and again. To complete more than just the adventure.
He nudged deeper inside her and her body sang, from toes to fingernails. Passion re-ignited as she whimpered and stretched out across the desk. His thumb returned to its resting place and slid inside.
"Yes, God, yes." She burned anew as he resumed his dual penetration, thumb and cock. Her belly tightened, legs staggered to hold her up, and she bit down on her wrist to keep from screaming his name as he rocked her to the edge of oblivion.
"Let go, Ash." He slammed hard into her pussy, thumb pistoning in her ass with fast, hard strokes.
Every cell exploded as her butt and pussy came together in deep, drenching pleasure. Her body stiffened with the shock of the all-consuming orgasm, then relaxed, spent far beyond anything she'd experienced before. Hunter slumped over her.
Carefully, she disengaged her teeth from her wrist, staring at the red ring of marks. "Did you come?" she whispered. She'd been so far gone she hadn't noticed.
"Fuckin' ay," he whispered back and kissed her cheek. With a groan, he raised himself off her and pulled out.
Ashley straightened, careful to steady her legs. She pulled her dress down and turned to find Hunter zipping his shorts. Satisfaction lit his face, his mouth a lopsided grin.
"You were fantastic, babe." He locked his lips on hers, fiercely possessive as he shoved his tongue inside.
"You were pretty fantastic, yourself.” With an effort, she lifted boneless arms to circle his neck. God, he was incredible. She leaned her head against his chest, overwhelmed with weariness. She wanted to sleep for a week. Preferably, in the same bed as Hunter.
"You still up for lunch?"
It was her turn to chuckle. She might be exhausted, but she was also starving. "I think you'd better feed me if you plan on me making it all the way to Friday."
"Me too." Amazingly, his eyes gleamed with passion once more. "Seduction is hard work on an empty stomach."
Ashley smiled back at him, her heart speeding up just at his look. "I think it may have just gotten easier."
Day 5
Burnin' Love
A leather gym bag slung over one shoulder, Hunter strode toward Ashley's door. He smiled. The small bag would make Ash curious, maybe apprehensive. He hadn't told her about the adventure he'd planned for their date tonight. She'd expect a huge step up after yesterday's almost public sex. His smile became a chuckle. That part of the thrill hadn't been in his plan, though it had cranked up his libido to a boiling point.
Halfway up the sidewalk, he stopped and closed his eyes, savoring the memory of Ashley's beautiful butt as he thrust into her. God, the woman was the sexiest bit of ass he'd ever had. And if he had his way, that's exactly where he'd be in two days. His dick tented his dark shorts and he groaned. "Soon, very soon," he muttered, and started toward the house again.
Why this particular woman played havoc with his mind and body he had no idea. Beautiful, intelligent, and mouthwatering described most of his past girlfriends. He couldn't put his finger on the "something else" Ashley possessed, but it drove him wild. If he could keep her off guard and interested, she'd be his completely by Friday night.
"Not fuckin' soon enough, either." He adjusted the bag and knocked on the front door.
It opened immediately, revealing Ashley’s face, lit up with a smile big enough to eat him with.
Eager. Excellent.
"Hi, Hunter. Come on in." She held the door for him. Her white linen sl
acks and sleeveless shell top suggested an oasis compared to the blast furnace he stood in. He brushed a kiss over her lips passing by her.
"You look cool and delectable." He wrinkled his nose at the smell of alcohol on her breath. Damn. Not tonight.
Her smile didn't waver, but she glanced at his bag and raised an eyebrow. "Did you stop to work out on your way over?"
He shook his head and draped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to him. "I promise not to get sweaty without you."
"Then what's the bag for?"
"Our colorful evening ahead."
"That's an awful lot of condoms." She frowned, dark brows furrowing over her petite nose.
"I've got stamina, but not that much." He laughed and crushed her to his chest. "There's other stuff in there, too."
She pulled back to stare into this face, her eyes narrowed to slits. "What kind of stuff?"
"You want to find out now?" He shifted the bag in his hand, just enough to let it rattle.
Ashley's blue eyes widened, and she took a step back. "I can wait. Go on, sit down."
He sank onto the brown suede sofa, the only furniture in the living room except for the coffee table, and dropped the bag on the floor. She headed for the kitchen, turned back in the archway to ask, "You want something to drink?"
"Iced tea?"
"Long Island? Sure."
He frowned and shook his head. "No, no alcohol. I don't drink, remember? Just plain iced tea."
"Sure. Got that too." She disappeared into the kitchen and he heard cabinet doors opening then banging shut.
Probably making herself another drink too, exactly what he didn't want. Especially not tonight. His excitement ebbed. He'd really been looking forward to tonight's fun adventure. But her drinking changed everything. She might believe she only drank at parties, but that wasn't the case now, was it? Did she drink more than he'd thought? She needed to understand that alcohol wasn't the answer—to any question. Well, he'd make the point obvious tonight. After this adventure, depending on her response, he'd know if Ashley was the woman he believed her to be.
Clinking ice preceded her reappearance, a tall iced tea in one hand and a short highball glass in the other.