All In:Playing the Fool(17)

Joe stood up, suddenly towering in front of me. His hands went to my shoulders, guiding me backwards.

"Lay down, and don't you dare move your hand," he said as my head and  back hit the desk, leaving my legs still hanging over the edge.         

     



 

All of my breath whooshed out of my lungs seeing him standing between my  parted legs, and my heart stopped when he grabbed both of my hips bones  with his big, warm hands. His thumbs pressed down and eased underneath  the waistband of my panties, before he grabbed the sides and yanked them  down.

"What are you doing?" I sat up on my elbows and asked in shock, but I  was definitely not going to protest. I wanted him, and I was so damn  horny I was dying to get some relief.

"Do you want me to stop?" Joe asked with a cocky smile and a raised dark  eyebrow, pausing with my panties around my upper thighs. "Because you  know I will as soon as you say the word."

"No," I said automatically. "Don't stop."

Grabbing my right hand (that had moved away), he pressed it back against  my now bare pussy. He continued to apply pressure on top of my hand,  forcing me to touch myself.

"Relax, Lacy. I'm just going to watch, I'm not going to fuck you."

I wasn't sure if I was relieved or offended. Why the hell not? I wanted to ask, but the reasons were pretty obvious.

Slowly, so damn slowly, Joe shimmied my panties down my thighs  one-handedly, past my knees, to my ankles, before he slipped them all  the way off over my heels. His other hand was still pressing on top of  mine between my legs, applying delicious pressure that I had no choice  but to rock against.

Leaning over me, he pressed his hand down even harder on mine.

"Oh God," I moaned softly as my body began to tense.

"Don't you dare stop touching yourself until you come," Joe said. No  sooner than the words left his mouth, pleasure burst from deep inside  me, sending me flying. His hand on mine continued guiding the movements,  prolonging the wonderful sensation for as long as possible.

"That's cheating," he said. "I'm going to move my hand and sit and watch until you get yourself off again."

A sound embarrassingly close to a whimper left my lips when he pulled  his hand away along with my own. His eyes stayed on mine when he brought  my fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. His eyes closed and he  made an "mmm" sound when he pulled away.

"Will's right, you do taste amazing."

I was still reeling over his gesture and comment when he put my hand  back between my legs and sat down in his chair. Now I was laid back and  completely bare, right in front of his face. But he wasn't done  positioning me yet. His hands locked around the straps of my sandals on  both ankles.

"Scoot back," he said, and after I lifted my hips and complied he sat  both of my heels down flat on top of the desk, spreading me even wider  in front of him. It felt like I was getting my yearly physical, only I'd  never been this turned on at the gynecologist's office.

My knees met as I automatically tried to hide myself from view, but Joe  was having none of that. He grabbed both knee caps and pushed them open  wide.

"Keep your legs open and get to work," he said with a smile. I  tentatively began touching myself with my fingertips, and finally  satisfied, he started the movie over. I couldn't really see him or the  movie lying flat on my back, but I could hear it.

"Push your fingers inside your pussy," he ordered. I did, gasping and  moaning at the feeling of my wet arousal. I rubbed some of the moisture  over my swollen clit.

"You're soaking wet, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah," I told him, my eyes closing as I touched myself.

"Push them inside, deeper."

"Oh," I moaned and my back arched on its own volition when I followed  Joe's directive. I was so turned on by what he was telling me to do  while he watched, but I was also frustrated that he was so close to me  and wouldn't touch me. I wanted it to be his fingers, or the hard cock  in his hands, instead of just my own hand. Or even better, his mouth.

"Are you imagining your fingers are his tongue licking you?" he asked.

"No," I exhaled the word as the pressure gathered inside me again. The  heel of my hand was putting the perfect pressure on my clit, while my  fingers penetrated my opening. "Not his … but yours," I told him.

"Goddamn it, Lacy. You're fucking killing my already thin self-control,"  he groaned. "And just so you know, if it was my tongue between your  legs you wouldn't be capable of speaking a single word in the English  language."

My moans on his desk echoed the ones on the movie.

"And if my mouth was on your pussy, do you know where yours would be?"  he asked. "Wrapped around my cock. I bet you'd suck me so damn good too,  wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I answered in the affirmative and in ecstasy, as another orgasm had pleasurable convulsions rocking my body.

Coming back down, I heard Joe groaning. I sat up to watch as he got  closer to his release. My mouth fell open when I noticed he was actually  coming in my stolen panties.         

     



 

Joe threw his head back and growled when he finished. "Fuck, woman. That was better than most of the sex I've had in my life."

"I needed that," I said with a smile, feeling the happy, relaxed endorphins take over my body.

"Me too," he agreed with his own satisfied grin.

"Well, boss, I guess I better get back to work. That is, unless you need anything else from me," I joked.

Joe leaned forward, grabbing my hand and sticking the fingers that had  just been in my pussy into his mouth, sucking them again. I couldn't  hold in my gasp when I felt his tongue lick all around and between them,  clearly an imitation of putting his mouth somewhere else on my body.  His eyes closed again, and he moaned in pleasure before he pulled them  out.

"New office dress code just went into effect. No panties allowed."

"Oh really? I must have missed that memo," I laughed.

"That's why I helped you lose yours. I'd hate for you to get written up by HR for non-compliance."

"Thanks for looking out for me," I laughed as I stood up and fixed my  dress. This was what I loved about Joe. After what we'd just done there  was no awkwardness between us, just the urge to do it again, and soon.

"Just to warn you, I'll be conducting panty searches every day from now  on," he said with a big smile and a wink, standing up to fix his pants  and shirt.

"Looking forward to it, sir," I said seductively as I put an extra sway in my hips and headed for the door.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then headed back to my office.  Joe was standing just inside the door, waiting for me. Looking at him,  you'd never know he'd just gotten himself off.

"Thought you might want this back. Otherwise I won't be able to get any  work done," he said, holding up the flash drive of the video.

"Thanks."

"And thank you for sharing," he laughed before he wandered off, leaving me wanting more.

On Wednesday, Joe asked me to flash him my bare breasts, which I did. On  Thursday, we had phone sex in our own respective offices, and Friday we  spent half a day in the large conference room in firm required  meetings. We were forced to watch videos on conflict resolution, racism  in the work place, and sexual harassment of all things. Sitting across  from Joe in the chairs at the back of the darkened room, I slipped my  heel off and rubbed his cock with my foot until he came in his pants. He  had to go home during the lunch break to change, but he didn't really  seem to mind the inconvenience.





Chapter Eight




Will



After a long, boring Friday of doing service calls for idiot customers  one right after another, I was beat. I headed over to Dylan and Jules's  apartment since they'd invited me to have dinner with them. I also  wanted to vent a little about the injustices of the world. Since when is  a man told who he can and can't fuck? To say I was pissed after the  long week since I last saw Lacy would be an understatement.

Imagine my surprise when I walked in and found her at my sister and Dylan's place.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, maybe a tad too harshly,  after Jules let me into their apartment. "What the fuck is wrong with  you two? You know Jess and Joe could lose their jobs!" I yelled. My best  friend and sister had apparently decided to play matchmaker, despite  the consequences.

"Hi to you too, cranky ass," Jules said when she headed back to the living room, where Dylan and Lacy still sat.

"Will, we had no idea that you would be here when Lacy was stopping by," Dylan lied unconvincingly.

"Bullshit! Are you that set on getting Jess to come work for you that you want to get her fired?" I asked him.

"I need an assistant, and I can pay her a shitload more. We could use  general counsel too, if Joe's interested," Dylan replied coolly.

Lacy just sat quietly on the couch, looking equally surprised to see me there.