Bossy(42)

The way she’s writhing against me, we’d be lucky to make it to the elevator. “Babe, if we go out there right now, everyone is going to take one look and know exactly what’s going on. You look like a woman who’s about to get fucked, and I’m not about to put a briefcase across my cock like I’m a fucking middle schooler with a boner.”

Claire looks down and her eyes go wide. “But...” She licks her lips and her voice trails off, distracted. Watching her makes me want to see that mouth wrapped around me. “What if someone comes in? Like Carl, or your dad.”

“Then we better make this fast.”

I stand up, flick open my belt and tug my pants down far enough to release my throbbing cock. She eyes it with nervous hunger. In a second, she won’t have time to worry about anything but when I’ll let her up for air.

With a quick reach, I wrap my fingers in her sexy red hair until I have a good grip, then pull her face right towards me. My cock is practically brushing against her lips. “Open.”

She doesn’t hesitate, engulfing me with wet warmth. Gripping her hard enough that she hisses softly, I force her harder against me, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. Hot and wet, with a greedy little tongue. I’m in fucking heaven.

I guide her with my fist in her hair while I flex my hips, fucking her. She moans around me, sending vibrations racing up my shaft. Jesus, if I don’t watch it, I’ll go off. I know I said fast, but that’s way too fucking soon.

The strands of her silky hair slide softly through my fingers. I tighten my grip and pull her closer, only stopping when I catch in the back of her mouth. She coughs, but doesn’t try to pull away, still working her tongue along the underside. And I thought I couldn’t get any harder.

“Jesus, you’re driving me crazy, babe.” The sight of her bobbing and the sway of her breasts might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’d almost convinced myself that our night together couldn’t have been as electric as I remembered. That if I had her again, I’d realize she was just another girl and get over whatever hold she has on me. Now I’m pretty sure I didn’t give her enough credit.

She’s about to get fucked, but we might both end up screwed if this goes bad.

My balls tighten. Shit. I yank her off by her hair. Her eyes pop open in surprise and she looks up at me questioningly, wondering what’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong. It’s too fucking perfect. Any more of that, and I’m done.

“Stand up, babe. Over here.” Impatient, I half yank her to her feet.

She whimpers, but it doesn’t sound like a protest to me, not with the way she’s licking her lips and looking at me with half-glazed eyes. Pushing her roughly over my desk, I position her with her head down and her ass up. She grunts, but then she grabs onto the far edge and looks back at me over her shoulder, a clear challenge in her eyes. I let my eyes trail down her smooth back until I reach her skirt.

I can’t fucking wait. My hands are fucking shaking as I unzip her and tear it down over her hips. Something rips, but I’ll worry about it later. The skirt falls in a pool around her ankles when I let go and the only thing left covering her curvy ass is a pair of lacy panties. I tug them down to just above her knees before I plant my hands on her cheeks and pull her open, exposing her to me.

“What are you—” I hear the shock in her voice, and that spurs me on.

Leaning in, I stick my tongue right into her wet pussy, tasting her sweetness. She stops making words, whimpering and writhing against me as I eat her out. Spreading her legs as far as her panties will allow and arching her back.

Her whimpers turn to moans, and her moans turn to gasps as she gets closer and closer to the edge. Shit, the whole office is going to hear her. I pull back, laughing at her soft whine of complaint. “Babe, we’ve got to shut you up if we’re gonna do this.”

Maybe I was wrong earlier, because in one way I am like a boy scout.

Always prepared.

I grab a condom out of my wallet and pull it on. She starts to raise herself up to see what I’m doing, but I push her back down. “Nuh uh. We’re not done, babe.”

Tugging her panties down the rest of the way, I ball them up in my hand. I get in position behind her, lodging just my tip inside. She moans deep in her throat and I can feel the tightness of her body trying to coax me deeper. Not yet.

I lean over, placing a kiss on her shoulder blade before saying, “We’ve gotta do this quiet. Open up.”

She turns her head to look at me, her eyes going wide when she sees what I have in my hand. For a second I think I’ve gone too far, but she opens for me. I push the soft fabric into her mouth, then cover it with my palm. She tries to say something, but it’s just a mumble.