The Intern Vol. 2(7)

"Just tell me why you're doing this."

I grab her blouse and pull it down her arms. I toss it down next to her skirt. I unsnap her bra and add it to the collection.

I palm both of her breasts in each hand firmly. She moans as her body leans into mine, her body arching deeper against me.         

     



 

"You left yesterday morning without a word." I squeeze her breasts harder.

"I had class."

"You bailed like a one-night stand would."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you?" I free one hand and lower it down her stomach.

"Yes," she pants out.

"You humiliated me, Ceci." My hand slips under her panties, a finger making its way inside her. "Leaving me like that."

"Like you're humiliating me?" she counters. I begin rubbing her clit as I  palm her breast harder. I synchronize the moments together, teasing and  torturing both sensitive areas at the same time.

"You don't think having that conversation with your professor humiliated  me, Ceci? I'm the soon-to-be CEO and you made me look incompetent."

"You acted like you understood," she breathes out, trying not to react to how she is really feeling.

I spin her around and push her until the back of her thighs hit my desk. I lean over her until my lips are barely touching hers.

"I said I wouldn't tell, I never said I wouldn't make you pay a price."

"I apologized." Her breathing quickens, but her eyes are strong, determined.

"I don't appreciate being made a fool." I lean harder against her so she  can feel me through my pants. I run both of my hands up her legs and  grab hold of her thighs. I spread them wide and fit my body inside. "Do  we have an understanding?"

She leans back on her hands and arches her body up for me. "Yes, Mr. Leighton."

"Good girl."

I lower my mouth and kiss my way down her neck and chest until I reach  one of her breasts. I pull it into my mouth and devour it. One hand  rests on her back, holding her in place. Her head falls back as a deep  moan escapes her throat. As much as she wants to fight it, she can't.

"You're going to need to keep it down," I warn as I move to her other breast and suck on it harder.

She gasps on contact. Her body relaxes against mine as her back arches again, fully giving herself to me.

I smirk at how hopeless her body is to my touch. My mouth makes its way  lower toward her panties that are utterly useless in the first place.

I grab her panties and slide them to the side. I rub a finger up and  down her pussy, curling a finger deep inside her. She's slick and  dripping with want. "Jesus … you were waiting for me."

I kneel in between her, kissing up her exposed thigh. Her body already begins trembling and I've barely touched her yet.

"I guess your body doesn't agree with your mind," I say amused. "Or you secretly love being humiliated."

I look up at her as she bites her lip hard- preventing her from  screaming at the pleasurable torture I'm causing her. It fucking turns  me on to see her like this-greedy and ready.

I close the gap between us and devour her pussy. I continue rubbing her  clit as my tongue circles inside of her. Her body jerks at the intensity  of my mouth and finger working her. Her hands are holding her up behind  her, but the way her body arches into me, she's practically falling  flat on the desk.

"Oh, god … I-I can't-"

"Hold yourself up," I demand. I curl two fingers inside of her, making her hips buck forward.

"Bentley … yes … " she moans, her eyes closing as her head falls backward. "Oh, god … yes … oh, my god … "

"Sweetheart … " I say in a firm tone. I stand up while keeping my fingers  in place, bringing my face to hers. "You're going to let the entire  floor know what you're up to."

"I don't care … let them."

"You want to test that theory?" I ask, curling my fingers inside of her harder and deeper. "How loud can you get?"

"Fuck … Bentley … God, yes!" she all but yells. I didn't think she  would-she's testing me just as much as I'm testing her. I close my mouth  over hers, kissing her fiercely as she lets her moans rivet down my  throat. The vibrations are intense and keep up the rhythm my body has  against hers.

"I love when you scream my name," I break the kiss and whisper against  her ear. "However, I'd rather hear it with my dick inside of you."

"I don't remember that being in the company handbook."

I lick a trail up her neck and ask, "Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no," she immediately responds. "Oh, god … yes … so fucking good."

"Lean back," I tell her. She drops her elbows and lays flat on my desk.  She's perfectly laid out for me in just her panties and stockings.         

     



 

"Jesus, Ceci … I'm tempted to take you just like this."

"I'm not stopping you."





Cecilia



Bentley grabs me, pulling me up to his chest. He tells me to wrap my  legs around him, and I comply willingly. He carries me to a sidewall  that isn't visible from the door. He's eerily silent as he crushes his  body to mine as he kisses my neck and grinds against me. I wrap my arms  around his neck, pulling him in closer.

One arm releases me as he reaches for his back pocket and pulls out his  wallet with a condom. I watch as he unzips his pants and rolls it on. He  aligns our bodies up perfectly and moves my panties out of the way  before entering inside of me.

"Oh, my god … " I gasp at the size of him pressing inside of me. My body  takes him inch by inch, opening up wide for him. It's only been a couple  of days, but I already missed the way it felt to have him. It feels  like nothing I've ever had before and now that I have it, I don't want  to know what it's like to not feel him.

His tongue licks a path from my chest to my neck. He sucks lightly as he  thrusts inside me, over and over again. My thighs tighten around him,  begging him for more. He spreads his feet farther apart, stretching my  walls wider for him. He grinds deeper, reaching all the way inside of  me. My fingers claw at his back. My nails dig into his skin, marking him  as he fucks me harder.

"Ahh, yes … Bentley … oh, god … fuck, yes." I can't control the random screams  that escape my throat. My mind is beyond coherent thoughts.

He palms my mouth, muffling the moans and screams. "You have to stay quiet," he warns.

"I can't … " I pant.

He smirks, proud that he pleases me beyond control. His mouth grabs  mine-his kisses fast and raw as he brings me to climax. I orgasm all  around him as I moan deeper into his mouth.

His body begins to tense, his release not too far behind, when a loud  knock interrupts us. He palms my mouth again and leans into my ear,  "Don't move."

I breathe heavily into his hand, nervous that someone's about to walk in and catch us.

His hips don't get the memo, though. He continues a slow, sensual  rhythm. My eyes widen at him in question-what the hell is he doing?-but  he ignores me. His free hand grips my hips as he continues driving deep  inside of me.

The knock continues as my heart beats loudly. So loud that I'm sure the person on the other side of the door can hear it.

"Don't tense up," he says softly. "I'm not going to stop fucking you."

I try to relax my body as he stretches my walls again, pumping harder  inside me. My hips beg to move with his, but his firm grip securely  holds me in place.

The door opens and my breathing stops. I lean firmly against the wall,  hoping to God that this person doesn't round the short hallway in his  office.

"Sweetheart … " His voice breaks me out of my panic attack. "You feel so  fucking good. I'm not stopping until I'm done with you." I swallow,  hearing the seriousness of his words. "It's the evening cleaning crew … "  he informs me. "That's no reason to stop."

I want to laugh and cry at the way he doesn't seem to mind that we're  about two seconds from being busted. Apparently, it was turning him on  because I could feel him stretching wider inside me.

"Mr. Leighton?" A woman's voice asks.

"Shh … " he moans against my ear. "She'll just grab the trash and vacuum.  Less than five minutes." I can tell he's trying to reassure me, but it's  making me panic even more.

Both of his hands secure me in place on my hips as he jerks hard and  fast inside me. My head falls back as he moves smoothly inside me, my  eyes closing as he brings me to another orgasm.

The vacuum sounds just as another one ripples through me. I cup my mouth  with both hands, trying to hold in the moans of pleasure that sweep  over me. I try to bite my lip and keep it in, but the feel of him  releasing inside me puts me over the edge.

"Oh, god, Ceci … fuuuuuuuuuck … " he moans hard against my ear. He's much  quieter than I am, but as soon as the vacuum stops, I force the moans  down my throat instead of releasing them.