Jace let out a muffled moan as I continued to stroke his hand over the lace against my hot, wet core. I let my eyes trail down his person where they paused over the tented bulge in his pants. At the sight, I throbbed in need. Shit. What started out as my trying to tempt him to the point of no return had me wishing I'd just sat in the chair like he'd wanted. In my attempt to get him so wound up he wouldn't be able to resist me, I had myself a quivering mess on his desk.
I let his hand fall to his lap and his lips parted in raspy breaths as I lifted my butt from the desk to pull my panties from my hips. Slowly, I pulled them down my legs before throwing them to the floor. Jace's eyes were trained on my sex. I knew I was wet. I knew he could see how ready I was for him. And, I knew I should be ashamed of my state of wanton undress - but I wasn't. With Jace, this was right. It was perfect.
I reached down to his lap for his hand once again and positioned my feet on the arms of the chair. I guided his fingers to my wetness and he gasped upon contact. He wasn't the only one. I moaned aloud before catching my bottom lip between my teeth and biting hard. I rubbed my clit with the pad of his finger and he let me. I was practically masturbating in front of him with his own damned hand. But, goodness did it ever feel good.
My clit was swollen and throbbing. I needed penetration and I needed it now. Without looking up into his face, I watched his hand as I moved his fingers down to my opening. I chose two fingers before curling his others into his palm. He knew what I was going to do, and he let me. Slowly, I pushed his fingers into me. Unable to help myself, a small whimper fell from my lips as I moved my hand to his wrist, wrapping my fingers around the circumference. I pulled him out before sliding him back in, working myself into a frenzied high with his fingers. Jace didn't pull away, or try to control the pace and I reveled in the borrowed control. I licked my lips, tilting my head back as I rocked my hips against his hand, riding him, thrusting his fingers inside and out. Good God, this was fucking amazing. Feeling his skin against mine as I worked an orgasm from myself was so personal, there was nothing like it. It was fucking amazing. Mind blowing. Sexy as hell.
I was panting heavily, my body beading with sweat as I quickened the pace, climbing higher. I let my eyes look to Jace's and I found he was watching me. His eyes were filled with something I had never seen before and I knew he was as amazed as I was by my actions. But he was also turned on as all hell. Beads of sweat lined his forehead and his lips were tense, his jaw stiff. He was trying hard to stop himself from taking over. Just the sight of his barely restrained control had my orgasm bursting to the surface. I threw my head back as my back arched and I pushed my hips into his hand. I shattered around him, convulsing around his fingers. He stayed embedded within me. I held him there as I exploded around his fingers. When I pulled him out after drawing out the length of my orgasm as long as I possibly could, he took charge. He licked me from his fingers before standing. He held the phone between his shoulder and ear as he undid his pants and sat back down. My stomach clenched with newfound need for him at the sight of his hard long length spilling from his pants. I wiggled off his desk before crawling in his lap. He was still on the phone, talking gruffly to whoever was on the other line. How didn't they know what was going on? How could they not hear the husky desire in his tone? I didn't care as I straddled his lap. His hand moved around my back and he unclipped my bra, pulling it from my shoulders. I only had my thigh-highs on now. I lifted myself up on his lap and he caught my breast in his mouth, suckling the nipple before biting gently when he had to release it to reply to a question asked on the phone.
I smiled at the obvious annoyance in his eyes, but I knew he still couldn't hang up. He had to finish his conversation. But I had to finish what I'd started. I fisted his cock in my hand, positioning him at my opening. I looked into his eyes - and slammed myself down onto his shaft. A gasp of air toppled off my lips and his eyes widened as he fought the urge to groan loud. My mind cleared of everything once he was inside me, and I rode him without mercy. I shoved my hands into his hair, pulling the strands as my body tightened around him. His hips flexed in the chair, causing his cock to hit me at a new angle. He was so deep - but not deep enough. I needed him hard now. My breasts bounced as I moved, rocking my hips against his, taking him as deep as I could. My breathing was shallow and raspy and my skin was moist. I was fighting my need to moan his name into the breathy silence when his hand slid up my belly to cup my breast. He rolled my already hard nipple between his fingers, pulling a moan from between my lips. I threw my head back, pressing my breast into his hand. I wanted to scream out his name, but before I could do anything I heard the only part of the conversation that mattered.