“Oh not good, Andrea,” he chided, massaging skillfully as her breath hitched. “Don’t girls like you have some secret tricks to bring you into the moment? Make an asshole like me think you’re dying for me to fuck you up against a desk?”
She wished she did have some trick, not to get excited, but to stay dry. She was going to let him have his “last fuck” and she wanted it to be as cold-blooded as possible, painful even, not just emotionally but physically, so she could hoard the pain for some future night and use it to make her strong enough to resist the memory of Evan Reynolds because she herself hated to cry, bathroom or no bathroom.
But as he’d proven every time he’d gotten his hands on her, remaining indifferent to this particular man was for some reason beyond her. The light manipulation of her clit with his middle finger, his lips against her ear, nipping at the lobe, the feel of his powerful erection against her bare bottom—all of them combined to bring a sudden rush of moisture between her legs, which he discovered with an approving croon when he slid one finger up her pussy. A second finger joined the first, pushing against the walls of her vagina, and the cool of the wood against her cheek felt hot now.
“That’s better. And don’t worry, I’ll make it quick. I know you’ve got important work for the main Mr. Reynolds to get back to.”
She should have stayed quiet, let him use her, but again, she’d never been much of a submissive. She used to be much better at playing one, though. Gripping the edges of the desk, she raised her head and said over her shoulder, “You sound like a spoiled little brat, jealous of his daddy or his big brother.”
Evan withdrew his fingers swiftly from between her legs and she heard what she knew must be the inevitable condom coming out of his pocket or wallet or wherever, and his jeans being shoved down his thighs.
“Do I?”
The thrust of his hot cock inside her from behind a moment later shoved her forward and she didn’t try to stop the momentum, closing her eyes, balancing her palms on the desk top. All the way inside her, he gripped her hips to keep her in place and slid out only to ram inside again, eager but still not brutal or punishing. Indeed, it felt marvelous.
It made her go for an even more shrewish tone. “Is that what this is all about, Mr. Reynolds? Trying to get my attention before your daddy does?”
“I don’t know. Does he try to get your attention by shoving his cock in you? I wouldn’t think he’d have it in him anymore, but—”
She rotated her ass deliberately and it shut him up except for a groan as he leaned over her fully, giving her his weight, tugging her back closer. God, he felt so good.
He widened his thighs, forcing her to widen hers, to take more of him, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out with the pleasure of it.
“Do you want me to feel sorry for you because you’re not the favored son?” she taunted. It would’ve sounded appropriately scathing if she hadn’t ended it on a groan herself as he tugged her blouse out from her waistband and slid his warm hand against her stomach to then close over her breast through her bra, squeezing.
“If you felt sorry for me now,” he muttered, “I wouldn’t quite be doing my job, would I, Andrea?”
“You don’t have a job! You’re a—”
He shoved his hand inside her bra cup and rubbed her nipple. Oh, this was not going how she had anticipated this final interlude going at all. If she didn’t concentrate, she’d be having the best orgasm of her life. And that was not—again, not—the aim here.
She settled for “I have to go back to work.”
“Think of it as being paid double.”
“I’m not a prostitute, you condescending jerk,” she spat out, causing him to laugh, the shaky sound of which turned her on even more.
“I was pretty sure on that point by now, but too bad. Because if you were, I’d pay you a fortune to come back to Maine with me and I’d really get my money’s worth out of you.”
She tried to wriggle away then and he wouldn’t let her, continuing to thrust though she was causing him enough annoyance with her efforts that he paused and warned, “If you don’t stop that I’m going to drag you out into the hallway and fuck you up against the wall. Would you like that? Because Daddy might not. I’d hate to get you fired.”
His lips were on her neck but made it up to the corner of her mouth and she tilted her face back to kiss him fully. His tongue in her mouth while his cock was between her legs was the most extraordinary sensation, though she supposed it was really only the most ordinary of ones. Men liked to kiss when they fucked, didn’t they? Big deal.