by H. Q. Frost
He smiled at her, sliding his fingers into the back of her hair and pulling her face toward his. It was a pleasant, teasing, pussy throbbing kiss and he intended it to be. She looked up at him when he pulled his face away and he saw it in her eyes, that needy, helpless, lustful stare. Everyone was out of the office so he could take her right there, and if he didn't, he risked her getting overwhelmed and cutting. He pushed her to the reception desk and pulled up her dress. Before she could say anything he had two fingers inside her and she sharply inhaled while thrusting her body against him.
"This pussy is always ready for me, Lily."
Her grip on his arms clamped tighter and she slid one hand to his wrist; he moved faster, rubbing harder. An inhale gasped into her lungs and her nails dug into his flesh as she exploded around his fingers, dripping to his palm with a relieved moan. By the back of her head, he yanked and forced his tongue into her mouth all the while keeping his two fingers inside her to feel the throbbing muscles squeeze him. With a lecherous grunt he lifted her to the desktop and dropped to his knees. His face went exactly where she needed and she spread wider, holding the back of her thighs so she could watch him. His tongue slid into her and her flavor assaulted all his senses, making his cock throb as he lapped every drop all the way to
her ass.
Pulling his favorite sounds from her, her moans got louder as he sucked her clit between his lips. Her legs wrapped to the back of his shoulders and he sucked harder while her head fell to the desk with a thud.
"Ian," she moaned shoving her fingers through the product in his hair and gripping tightly.
Feeling his small chuckle vibrate over her was enough to set her over. Her thighs trembled as she fought to keep them open. His hands wrapped under and over her legs holding them apart so he could get to her until she couldn't take it anymore. She let out a squeak and thrust upward to get away from his tongue.
He slowly got to his feet, staring between her legs, able to see her pussy pulsing. When her legs fell closed he pushed them back open then the sound of his belt clanked through the empty office. The head of his cock slid over her swollen clit, making her peep, then he teased her, pushing in only slightly.
"Mmmm." She laughed. "Baby, give it to me." She pulled at his hip.
He teased again but this time she didn't playfully laugh, she let out a desirable moan. Holding the base of his cock, he pulled his shirt up to see himself halfway inside her.
"Ian," she moaned, staring up at him.
"Tell me what you want, Lily."
"I want you," she whined and he pushed a little farther. "Please give it to me. God, please, baby!" She tried to thrust toward him but he pulled back. "Ian!" She let out a lusting cry and he shoved himself inside as far as he could go.
A lascivious scream ripped from her and he bent over her, holding himself up by the desk with his hands.
"This what you want?" he asked, thrusting hard enough to nudge her forward with impact.
"Yes! God yes!" she screamed as her hand twisted around the bottom of his shirt.
"Tell me, Lily." His taunting, deep voice made her whimper.
"I want you, I want your cock. I want you to make
me come." She fixed her eyes on his. "Give it to me."
He held her hips at her bent thighs and pushed harder and deeper making her skin slap off his.
"I'm gonna," she breathed. "I'm gonna," she said louder. "Oh fuck! Ian!" she screamed, gushing around his cock.
Feeling the intense flow, he smirked; she hadn't come that hard around him in a while. He stopped moving and stared down at her as she panted, her eyes closed and her hand on her chest. He directed his eyes to his cock then leaned back a little to see the mess they were making on and down the side of the desk.
"Mmm," he grunted in a low tone, the tone that she couldn't resist.
She sat up grabbing his chin and kissed him, still able to taste herself on his lips.
"I'm not done with you." He forced her back to
the desk. Grabbing her ankles he put her feet on the desk ledge and watched her legs fall open. "Best thing I've ever tasted," he breathed, shoving his face into her sopping pussy.
"Ian," she peeped pushing his head away from the
overly sensitive area.
Holding the base of his cock he very slowly slid his head from her pussy down to her ass and stopped. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at him, wanting it, but afraid of the pain from his intrusive size. He'd often play with her ass but never try to get in it. He slid his cock back up between her pussy lips for lubricant and slowly was back at her ass. She propped herself up on her elbows staring at him, waiting to see what he'd do. His eyes stayed fixed on the head of his cock pushed to her tight hole. She used the desk to push onto him, silently telling him to do it.
He brought his eyes to hers and they weren't wary and wide anymore, they were fiery and seductive. He gripped his cock firmly and very slowly eased himself in, carefully inch by inch watching her facial expressions. It wasn't what she expected and she started to wrap her head around the new feeling.
"It hurt, baby?" he whispered, staring at his cock already a few inches in her tight ass.
"No," she lied about the painful pleasure.
"More?"
She reached down, spreading herself open and nodded. Carefully, he slid in more while watching her face and stopped when he saw a slight discomfort.
"You want me to stop?" He didn't want to stop.
"No. I want you to fuck my tight asshole." She stared at him so sweetly, too sweetly. It was like that was the gift she was offering him for the things he let her do.
He wanted to take advantage of his gift and he pushed himself a little
more than half way in and began rocking slowly. He grabbed her leg and propped it onto his shoulder, panting while kissing her calf.
"Fuck, Lily," he quietly moaned and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Harder, Ian." The sternness in her voice made his eyes pop open. "Fuck me harder." It was a demand.
He stilled from almost slamming into her upon her demand. He didn't want to hurt her and wasn't sure if she realized what she was asking for.
"Fuck me."
Taking it slow, he began to move again and when she let out a moan and her eyes closed, he pumped faster. Both pleasure and pain pulsed in her and she didn't know which to give in to. She let go of her ass and slid her hand to push a finger inside her. His eyes shifted from her fingering herself to his cock probing her ass.
"More, baby," she moaned and he looked at her face to see how sure her statement was.
Her eyes were tightly closed and he could see she was enjoying it. He pushed in deeper and she began to pant incoherent words as her fingers slid to her clit, circling.
When her mouth opened and her eyes went wide he saw the oncoming of her orgasm. Attempting to say something, all that came out of her was breathy pants.
The last thing he thought was she'd come from anal but she was about to and he couldn't hold back anymore. He felt her muscles tighten around him and he quietly grunted, holding himself up by the desk but still thrusting until she was orgasming. She let out a built up screaming moan and he watched as she squirt at the same time.
"Fuck," he whispered, more to himself while he watched her come undone fully.
Watching what he did to her made the high from his orgasm diminish quickly and he was aroused again but was slowly losing his erection. He wanted to do it again but the way her hips convulsed and jerked told him she was spent. While pulling out, he grabbed her hand, pulling her up to him so he could embrace her.
"Fuck, baby," he hummed pushing his lips to hers.
"Oh my god, Ian," she breathed looking into his eyes then began to laugh and put her hand to her face. "Oh my god," she said again and he smirked, not sure why she was laughing.
In a fit of laughter she pushed herself from the desk onto shaky and weak legs making her wobble slightly. Ian held her up, wishing she'd fill him in on what
she found so humorous.
"Lily," he finally said.
Her laughter began to die down and her grip on his arm
while he held her up began to loosen. When she finally stopped laughing she looked up at him then threw herself up into his arms. He stumbled back slightly while she ravenously kissed him with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around him he didn't need to hold her, she wasn't going anywhere.
She pulled her mouth away and leaned her forehead to his, closing her eyes. "That was the best thing I've ever felt," she breathed.
"Anytime I'm in any part of you it's the best thing I've ever felt." He kissed her lips softy and she loosened her legs to stand.
"Oh god." She giggled looking at the mess she made on the desk. "We have to clean that."
"Just leave it," he joked.
She hurried to the lunchroom for bleach wipes and Ian removed the unsalvageable paperwork. When she returned she looked at his still un-tucked shirt and saw a wet spot that she then pointed out to him.
"I'm headed to the gym." He shrugged with a grin. While wiping the desk down she kept humming and couldn't stop smiling. "It's clean, baby." Ian chuckled pulling her to stand upright and lean back into him. "I fucking love you, Lily."
She chuckled and spun to face him. "I fucking love you, Ian."
Justin called Ian about Corgy Popper. "Who the fuck is he?"
"I don't know. He showed up when I wasn't here. Lily's been dealing with him."
"You're okay with this? You're okay letting her prostitute men, and…" He didn't know how to say it without coming off as overbearing and jealous.
"And?"
"They'll be around, she'll be dealing with them like she does the girls. Dressing them, they'll be naked around her I'm sure—"
Ian interrupted him with a burst of laughter. "You jealous, Borg? You don't trust her." Though he hated the idea, and it worried him too, he was going to spin it as Justin's insecurity. "I trust Lily, I think her life's pretty damn good right now and she wouldn't fuck that up." It was a lie, all of it. He thought he didn't do enough for her, he didn't trust she wouldn't be drawn to other men. After all, he was the first real man she'd been with.
"I trust her, I don't trust them."
"Whatever, man. I keep a good eye on my wife."
Justin was silent a minute. He was going to blow off the wife comment that time because he had to ask Ian something else. "I need you to do something for me."
"Fuckin' kidding?" Ian snickered and laughed again. "You're her problem, not mine."
"It benefits both of us, asshole. My dad said an acquaintance has a date with her. I thought she stopped that? I didn't have the chance to talk to her yesterday about it." He paused briefly. "We were too busy." He let out a small chuckle
and hoped the jab hurt. "You need to say something."
"Man," Ian huffed putting his head into his hand bent on his desk. "You said you'd fuckin' handle this, and if you ever insinuate to me again that you fucked my wife, I will make sure you have permanent damage done to your cock."
Justin chuckled. "You want to touch my cock too, Jacks?"
"You're a fucking dead man when I see you next, Borg."
"Is that a promise?" He chuckled again. "Listen, fuck twat, just say
something. Say I told you she said she wouldn't."
Ian thought about it. "Yeah, I will."
"Jacks, let me know what transpires."
"No." Ian hung up.
"So your schedule is kind of packed," Tash told Lilith cautiously.
Worry for deceiving Justin had her dazing in Tash's direction for a minute.
"Lily?" Tash waved her hand, bringing her back into the room. "You okay? You don't want the date?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Hey, Lily." Ian rounded the corner. "Tash, give us a minute?"
"Sure, Mr. J." She grinned at him, thinking something completely opposite from his intentions.
Ian closed the door and sat across from her. "I missed you, baby." His stare on her was intense.
"I missed you too." She smiled and picked up a folder from her desk. "I have to dress Tonya for a date in a minute. She's getting really big." She chuckled. He stared at her, just studying her face, her small laugh, how every time she did let out a small laugh she looked down. "So," she continued awkwardly while he stared. "What's up? I don't have time to fool around."
"No, I just came in to tell you I'm happy you're not doing dates anymore. Justin told me you said you wouldn't anymore." He smiled at her.
"You talked to Justin?" she immediately asked while she tried to figure out what else to say.
"We talk often, Lily. Common interests." He winked.
When she chuckled nervously and looked away Ian couldn't help but smirk with a breath released from his nose.
"I heard you snap at Tegan earlier and Tash about your coffee. Something wrong?" He thought maybe it was the guilt from lying.
"Justin won't come to the New Year's party tonight," she very carefully said. "Baby, if you don't want to talk about these things, we won't."
"You know you can tell me anything." He really wished she wouldn't. "I like our relationship is built off friendship."
"I do too." She grinned at him, a genuine grin.
"So you're upset because he's not coming and you're taking it out on the girls?"
"Not intentionally, Ian. Geez, don't make me sound like a huge bitch."
"I didn't mean it like that." He did. "Did you talk to him about it? Tell him how important it is to you?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And why won't he come?"
"Because of you. Why do you guys hate each other? You didn't hate each other before me."
"We don't hate each other, Lily." He shifted uncomfortably while saying it; he wanted to hate him, but he just didn't. "It's not easy and you know it won't be easy for him seeing you with me—"
"But we—"
He silenced her by putting his finger up. "I know we're not going to be open about us but I will be kissing you at midnight, no one will stop me. If you want it to be discreet then you better be in a bedroom because I'm kissing you where you stand." He stared at her with a challenging look.
There were times she liked when he looked at her like
that, showing he was going to stand his ground, but she knew she'd get her way.
"Of course we're going to be kissing, Ian." She smiled at him. "I just wish Justin was coming, especially because I'm going to show up to my work party without my boyfriend? The girls are going to ask."
"Tell them he had some stupid shit for his work." He waved his hand at her and stood.
He was trying to brush it off, he thought it was for the best, but when he looked at her he frowned. He would do it for her, he couldn't believe Justin wouldn't.
"Baby." He squatted next to her chair and kissed her cheek. "We're going to have a great night."
She stared at her desk realizing how it must come off to him, her seeming like he wasn't enough to make her happy.
"I know." With a spin of her chair her arms went around his neck. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be tonight, beautiful." She let out a small chuckle.
Ian grinned pushing his lips to hers.
"Mrs. Luxe?" Tanya loudly knocked and they both jumped.
"I'll meet you in Vanity, Tanya." Lilith called out. "We really need to stop this but the other night before we left." Her fingertips traveled over his smooth jaw to his ear. "That was amazing, baby."
He let out a groan while his cock vividly remembered. "Don't talk about it." He kissed her forehead and stood. "I jerked off four times that night, Lily." The stern look on his face made her laugh.
"Four times!" she boasted. "I thought you didn't really jerk off anymore?"
"I don't, but fuck, when I left here I just wanted a repeat and I couldn't get my boner to go down. It was amazing for me too. You're amazing, beautiful."
After she drew a heart in the air with her fi
ngers he
did the same.
"You too." He walked out leaving the door open.
"Lilith!" Ashley snapped at her when Lilith zoned out in the mirror for a third time. "The fuck's with you, titty witch?"
"What?" Lilith burst into laughter, bending at the waist. "Titty what?" She continued to laugh and Ashley chuckled.
"I just made that up. I could write greeting cards."
"I'd buy them for every occasion." Lilith giggled.
"I know you would. You're my titty witch." The girls grinned at each other. "But seriously, babe, what's wrong? You're lagging and zoning and I'm not sure you want to go tonight."
"I want to go, I'm just disappointed Justin really told me no he won't come." Lilith faced Ashley. "Midnight with Ian is going to be incredible but it would all be perfect if both of them would be there. I don't think they really understand that there are certain times I really need them both and this! Bringing in a new year that I hope is way better than this year that's passed, this is important to me. I need him, it hurts he won't come and only because of Ian. Ian doesn't even hate him—" Lilith paused when Ashley stopped applying eyeliner to give her a skeptical eye. "He says he doesn't. Ian just wants me to be happy. I couldn't have a better husband but I just want to ring in the new year with my two-three favorite
people."
"That's right, bitch titty witch, you better not forget about me." Ashley grinned applying mascara.
On his way into the bathroom to see if the girls were almost ready, Ian heard her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and walked to the counter grabbing his phone.
JACKS: You're a real fucking dick Borg. Why the fuck are you around if your prime focus isn't keeping Lily happy? Stop wasting your time man, let her go so we can move on together because I'd do anything for that woman. I'd never tell her I won't come to her work party and all because you'll be there. Grow a fucking pair Borg. Leave my wife alone so I can
finally pick up the pieces.
He sighed hitting send. He was upset Lilith was hurt, and annoyed he meddled so much in their relationship to keep them together. A queasy feeling took over thinking he shouldn't have sent it because what if Justin changed his mind and showed?