“No, no problem.”
I smiled as I plopped her butt on the desk and pushed up her narrow skirt, nudging her knees apart. I bracketed her sweet face in my hands, brushing soft kisses and nibbles over her lips. Sliding my grip to the back of her neck, I kissed her deeply, slipping my tongue past her lips. She clung to me as I laid her back, sliding her skirt to her waist. I trailed kisses down her throat then stepped back, bringing her knees together to slip off her lacy thong—nice—I paused to admire the matching grey garters holding up her stockings.
I knocked her knees apart with pretend roughness, watching her lips part as my other hand dropped to my fly. She was so fucking sexy with her glowing cheeks and heels in the air. My eyes drifted down her body, past the conservative skirt bunched around her waist. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her ass to the edge of the desk. I crouched over her, taking out my cock. I looked her in the eye as I found her entrance. “Can a bathroom fuck you on a desk in the middle of the day?”
I shove into her slowly, steadily, not stopping until I was buried balls deep. She felt so fucking good. Fisting her hair, I took her mouth in a bruising kiss. With my face buried against her neck, I began sharp, abrupt thrusts into her until there was only skin slapping skin, heavy breathing, my occasional grunts and her gasps. God, I love her so fucking much.
She was quiet, too quiet. I ineffectually pinch her nipple through her thick sweater. Lifting my head, I looked down at her. Fuck, tomorrow I was going to buy her some nice silk shirts thin enough to see her tits jiggle with every slap of my balls.
She gasped, surprised when I pulled out. “Baby, we’ve talked about this. You gotta to tell me when I’m not doing it for you.”
“It’s just… You work here. What if Mel or Tom figure out what we’re doing? Or you get a phone call?”
I grinned. “I’m pretty sure Mel’s aware. She’s probably holding my calls.”
I snagged the desk chair with a foot and dragged it under me, watching her turn the prettiest red as I made a show of adjusting it to just the right height. “Relax your legs sweetheart; just let them rest on my shoulders.”
I playfully lapped and poked at her, savoring her clean, spicy scent until she was a hot gorgeous mess. “Oh God.”
I lifted up my head and grinned at her. “Yes, I am a god, but you can still call me Mat.” Then I got serious. Going down on her, sucking and licking. When I felt tiny pre-orgasmic shivers, I kicked the chair back and shoved inside her, holding her in place as my balls slapped her ass. I pounded into her as her fingers curled over the edge of the desk in a white knuckled grip, her body clenching with each thrust. Her muscles clamped down when I thumbed her clit. She came hard around me, writhing as I powered through her orgasm, working her clit relentlessly.
“Oh God Mat… Please. It’s too much. I can’t…”
“You can.” I gritted my teeth as my balls drew up. “And if you ever want off this desk, you will… Again.” She moaned, surrendering a second time and I came hard, pulsing into her quaking body.
I rested my forehead on hers, both of us panting. I started shaking as jocularity got the better of me. “Sweetheart, when you can show me a bathroom that can do that, I’ll settle for third place.”
“Fine, just so long as you respect my ride.”
“Baby, even I know nothing can replace a woman’s first love.” I dragged her off the desk, falling back, praying the chair wouldn't roll out from under us. “The most I can hope for is a ménage a trois in its back seat.”
While straightening our clothes, we engaged in a cute tug-of-war over her panties. Laughing, I held them out of reach, playfully grabbing her ass when she tried to climb me like a tree to drag my arm down. She finally gave up with a huff, her cheeks a lovely pink.
“Hey, don’t be mad.” I coiled my arms around her. “Just thinking of you bare underneath that skirt, knowing how easily I could slip my fingers inside you, maybe raise that hem and take you fast and hard against the window, or bent over… well hell, all kinds of things… gets me hot.” Mmmmm… sweetness, by the way your breath just caught, it gets you hot too.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The Road to Hell and Best Laid Plans
I was useless for the rest of the day. I couldn't sit at the desk, much less work at it, without remembering the pounding I took as I held on for dear life. Of course, the fact that Mat refused to return my panties didn’t help. I shifted uncomfortably, recrossing my legs, pressing my thighs together. He look up every time the chair creaked, and whenever he caught me looking back—which was often—he’d snake the tip of his tongue over his lips, keeping me red faced and horny.
I guess I’d better let my minion know she'd get nothing from me today…
“My faithful minion, the road to hell is not paved with good intentions, but best laid plans… I’ll try not to get waylaid… again… and have the answers you seek waiting for you Monday morning… Angie”
I closed my laptop. “All done sweetheart?”
“No.” I scowled, blushing. “I didn’t get a darn thing done. Thanks to you.”
“What did I do?” He grinned, my panties dangling from his fingers.
“You know it’s hard to buy that innocent look when you’re smirking.” I glared at him. “And the laughing doesn’t help either.”
“You just make me so happy. C’mere.” He smothered me, ignoring my indignant squirming, his biceps squeezing my head like a vice as his arms flex around me. Yelping, he released me with a pout, rubbing his chest where I nipped him.
“Please… Your wounded act is even worse than your innocent one.” A determined look entered his eyes. Uh oh… “So did you get anything done?” I backed away.
“Not really.” He stalked forward. “You see there was this hot number at work giving me the eye all day.” My ass bumped into the edge of the desk. “Even though she was dressed all prim and proper, all I could think about was how sexily her garters framed her pussy when I was fucking her on my desk.” He spun me so fast I didn’t have time to think, pushing me down until I was pressed flat on the desk with his chest weighing heavily on my back. He rested his hands on either side of my head and growled in my ear, “And now I’m wondering if they frame her ass just as nicely.” Oh, God. I pushed back against him, and he returned the favor, grinding against my butt. A hand slithered up the back of my leg, pushing up my skirt.
“Hey Boss, I’m hea… Oh fuck!” The office door slammed shut. “I’m so sorry.”
“Oh fuck?” Mat leaned back and started laughing. “I guess that’s better than oops.”
“It’s not funny,” I hissed. This was so embarrassing. God what she must think.
“Of course it is. I wish I could’ve seen the look on her face. I’ll bet it was priceless.”
“Jesus Mat, you work here.”
“Yeah, and?”
“What are you going to say to her on Monday?”
“Probably nothing, unless she brings it up. It’s good to be the boss.”
“But…But…”
“Baby, don’t worry about it. Mel’s not only an employee; she’s a friend. She’ll razz me about it and I’ll buy her silence with chocolate. It’s not as though I’ve never caught her looking foolish.”
“You’ve walked in on her having sex?”
“Well no, not that foolish. But I did catch her taking a selfie quite a ways south of her face once. She was reminding her husband it was their anniversary and she, quote: ‘expected him ready and raring to go when she got home.’” Mat tugged a lock of my hair. “Will you send me a sexy selfie on our anniversary?”
“Uh, not likely.”
“I’ll send you one.”
“Oh, you’re too kind.”
“Well, I aim to please. So I’m guessing more desk sex is out right now?”
“You’re guessing rightly, the magic has left the building.”
“Well then wench, I’ll see if I can’t coax it back at home. Hey, wanna hit a happy hour for beer and snacks o
n the way? It’s Friday night.” Mat twirled my panties, yanking them out of reach when I made a grab for them.
“Oh grow up.” I huffed.
“I’m not the one that needs to grow, short stuff.” Mat grinned, relieving me of my computer as he held the door for me.
We ended up at Kelly’s Pub in Old Town, a local bar that catered to an older crowd interested in pool, darts and some of the best artery clogging food around. Now I was leaning sleepily against him as the elevator shakily carried us out of the darkness, my belly full of fish and chips and Guinness.
He chuckled a soothing rumble under my cheek. “Home Sweet Home, babe.”
I tightened my arms when he tried nudging me towards the bedroom. “No… Sleeping right here.”
“But baby doll, I’ve been waiting all day to get you out of these work clothes.” His hands dropped to my waist. I felt a tug then my skirt slumped down, pooling around my feet. His trousers abraded my skin as his hands warmed my ass, reminding me all I had on down there, was the garter belt holding up my stockings.
Remembering his hot breath on the back of my neck as he pinned me to his desk, its hard edge digging into my hips as he ground against—maybe I’m not so tired after all—I slid my hands behind his neck and pulled him down, noticing the how different his coarse, prickly chin was to the velvety hardness of his head. His shoulders bunched as I lifted my legs around his waist, only to release them when he sank onto the sofa, kneeling so he leaned back. I raise my arms and he stripped off my sweaters, tossing them over his shoulder.
“Oh sweetness, I do love your underwear.” He grinned, snapping a garter strap against my thigh.
“Hey, watch it buster. They’re called delicates for a reason.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll replace what I damage.”
“Really. Do you have any idea how much this stuff costs?”
“It can’t be that much. It’s not like there’s a lot of material.”
“The garter belt alone was over two hundred dollars.”
“You’re joking.” Holy fuck, who spent that kind of money on underwear?
“No joke. La Perla doesn’t come cheap. All told, I’m currently wearing about eight hundred dollars’ worth of underwear, so go easy on the lace, buddy. And I want all my pilfered panties back.” She straddled my lap with her hands on her hips.
“Baby, I know you’re trying to look all tough and shit, but it’s kinda hard to take you seriously when you’re not wearing any panties.” Oh shit, she’s turning red. Must… not… laugh…
“I think we need to come to understanding if this arrangement is going to work out. If you mess with my ride, my underwear, or disturb me when I’m crunching data, you do so at your own peril.” my eyes dropped to the lavender grey lace covering her breasts—what would you call that color? It might be good for the exterior stucco on the winery project—I could barely make out her shadowy nipples—God, her tits are perfect. “Mat… Mat… Up here.”
“Huh? Sorry baby were you saying something?” Oops, I've done it now. She’s getting seriously pissed. God, it’s just too easy. “Sorry, I’m just messing with you babe. Ride… underwear… data… got it.” I brushed the back of my hand over her breast. “It just occurred to me, this would be a great exterior color for the winery project.” It was fascinating to watch her nipples tighten behind the cloth.
She opened her mouth then closed it. Started again then faltered, looking completely befuddled and oh so cute. “You’re the most exasperating man sometimes.”
“I know baby and you’re a saint for taking me on.” I hugged her, waiting for her to soften. “Allow me make it up to you.”
I twisted to the side, laying her on her back, so I could gaze down at her. Her nipples peaked through the lace cups and there was all that smooth skin. My jaw clenched at the sight of her bruised throat. I nibbled along her collarbones as she stroked my head making me sigh with pleasure. I loved having her hands on my head. I inched my way down to the lace belting her waist, biting the slice of skin below it. More lace encircled her hips where satin straps were attached with little satin roses. I rubbed my face against slick stockings like a cat as I admired her dark curly triangle—worth every damn penny.
I slid my shirt off with a smile, relishing the way her eyes devoured me, following my hands to my fly. She was an open book. When she realized I was watching her watch me, she reddened, covering her face with her hands, embarrassed.
“Stop looking at me.”
“I like looking at you.” Toeing off my shoes, I removed my trousers and returned to her warmth, enjoying all that softness. “And I love you looking at me the way you were just now, like I’m something special.”
Motherfucker! The theme from The Exorcist erupted just when I was getting ready to fuck her cross-eyed and she shoved me off. I couldn’t help noticing that her garters framed her ass perfectly, just as I’d imagined. “Ignore it babe.”
“I can’t, it’s Mom.” Fuck—well, at least she got the ringtone right. “Hey Mom… I’m fine… Really… No… No, we don’t know, they haven’t caught him… It’s okay, I’m not alone… I’m staying with Mat… I can’t stay with you. We always end up fighting… Yes, we do… Of course I love you… Mom… Mom…” Angie looked at me helplessly, getting more and more agitated. Then she turned away, sort of folding in on herself. Her chin dropped, her shoulders rounding as she hugged herself. “Mom… Please…”
The woman I loved began caving in right before my eyes. That’s the only way I could describe it—oh, hell no, this shit ends right now—I strode over and trapped her against me, firmly taking the phone out of her hand. “Stephanie, Mat…”
“Oh, my God, Mat, give me the phone.”
I mouthed no, tightening my hold. “No I don’t think I will. You’re upsetting her… Like I give a shit. Look, here’s the deal. Angie’s living with me now… Actually, Jack’s okay with it… As I was saying, Angie’s mine, and if you want to continue having a relationship with her, you’ll have to deal with me… Oh, but I can, and I will… From now on, you will treat Angie with respect. If you can’t be supportive, and think of anything nice to say then you’ll shut the fuck up ‘cause she deserves better than what you’ve been giving her. Oh, and since we both know I got your number, I will be present for all future visits… Uh huh… Try me.” Fucking cunt. I hung up, feeling a little guilty at how much I enjoyed that.
“Oh God. Mat, what are you doing?”
“Protecting my woman. And. You. Are. Mine. Every time you’re with her, you come home a mess.” I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I mean it Angie, I won’t allow anyone, not even your mother, to hurt you or put you down.”
I tensed, expecting a fight, but she surprised me. Whispering thanks, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, she went soft. I held and rocked her until I noticed her chilled skin. “Go put something warm on and we’ll catch up on current events with Jon Stewart and Cobert.”
She sniffed. “You do realize that’s comedy, not real journalism.”
“Just because an event is shown through a humorous lens, doesn’t make it untrue… Go.” I gave her a gentle push, eying her retreating ass with regret as I gathered up our clothes strewn about the living room.
“You sure you don’t want to come with? Running’s good for the mind.”
Running, right. “No, you go ahead. I’ll just slow you down, or trip and you’ll laugh.”
“Would I laugh?” I could see the grin he was fighting.
“You already are. Besides, I still haven’t analyzed the data Les sent me.”
“Okay babe, I’ll be back in a couple of hours or so. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Ooh kinky… We’ll explore that when I get back.” He promised, delivering a heated, lingering kiss that reminded me what his idea of a good breakfast was. When he finally let me draw a breath, I was a hot, wet, puddle of goo. And my face got prickly when his smile told me he knew exactly where
my mind went. Grinning, he grabbed the front of the tee shirt I’d swiped from him, and dragged me in for another hard kiss, his hands slipping inside his stolen boxers to cup my ass. He’d just laughed earlier when I told him he could have them back in a prisoner exchange for my kidnapped panties.
I fired up my laptop to the sound of the downstairs fire door banging shut. I refilled my coffee while it booted up, adding two extra spoonfuls of sugar—he sure likes his coffee strong—then settled down to work.
Time became meaningless, anticipation growing as I waited for my eureka moment. I could feel it coming. It’s like fishing. It starts with a nibble, a gentle vibration running up the line. You pull on it, just a little, testing, teasing. Waiting. If you made your move too soon, you’d spook your prey. Focus on the line, on the tip of the rod. Wait for the strike, the sudden tug, the brief dip at the end of the pole. Set the hook with a jerk. It’s a big one. You can tell by the way the line’s playing out. The pull overcomes the drag and the reel buzzes. You have to be careful now or the line will snap—
Typing furiously, my mind was too busy dancing to notice the persistent buzzing. It finally broke through my concentration—they’d just have to wait—and the buzzer was sounding continuously by the time I added the last period. Rude much… Oh shit maybe Mat forgot his keys.
I saw the intercom button just as I was about to stab the door release. “Yes?”
“Angelina, I’ve been ringing for the last ten minutes.”
Shit. “Hey Mom, I’m working. What are you doing here?”
“Well, I was worried after last night’s phone call. Are you going to let me in, or are we just going to talk through the box?”
“Oh, sorry.” I pushed the door release and sent the elevator down, waiting nervously for her to arrive. Perhaps once she saw Mat’s place, saw how talented he was, she'd lighten up. The elevator clanked to a halt. Its doors separating, revealing my mother looking somewhat disheveled. I was stunned. I'd ever seen her with as much as a hair out of place.
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