"Holy shit," I breathe, feeling adrenaline and excitement spike through me.
His motions are jerky, and when he's free of his pants, he grabs his hard cock and strokes it.
"You think I forgot about how you teased me today?" I feel his wet tip rub on my ass cheek. "You're lucky I don't fuck that mouth of yours to teach you a lesson, but you'd like that too much."
My mouth waters at the thought of sucking him off while he's mad. He'd be aggressive and probably lose control.
"Look at you, kitten. Bent over and getting wetter by the second. All I have to do is remind you that you're mine and you're soaked for it." He touches me between my legs with his free hand, and his fingers coat themselves in my desire. Suddenly his fingers are gone, and I feel a stinging slap on my ass. "You ever pull a stunt like sucking on lollipops at your desk again and I'll make my dick your candy for a week."
"That's like threatening me with food. You're doing punishment wrong, Captain."
There's another smack, and damn if it doesn't make me hotter.
"You call me Ryan when your pussy is out. And just because I get off doesn't mean you get to. I'll make sure you go a week without a single orgasm to ease that ache between your legs."
Fuck. He's got me there.
As we look into the mirror, our eyes lock, and I nod. He seems to take that as an agreement and lets go of his cock, using both hands to grab my hips.
"Now, if you keep quiet and give me what I want, I'll let you come. You going to be good for me, kitten?"
"Yes, Ryan." I don't tease him anymore because I can see how close to the edge he is. I'm dripping with anticipation of the hard fuck he's about to give me, and I don't want to do anything to derail it.
His powerful thrust fills me almost to the point of pain. His big cock is longer and thicker than my body is made to take, but somehow I adjust. As if he knows I need a second, he pauses long enough for me to catch my breath before he pulls out and hammers back in. His strokes seem to go on forever as the length of his shaft pulls out and then possessively pushes back in. He owns every inch of my body, and the thrill of being taken is like a drug. I'm dizzy with lust as I watch him take me. His face is savage, and the feel of his grip balances between pleasure and pain. My tall heels give me some height as I'm bent over, but my feet lift off the floor slightly as he fucks into me. A sheen of sweat covers my body as I try to muffle my pants and cries of pleasure. Normally, I can be as loud as I want, when he makes love to me at home, but this isn't the place for that. We're right beyond our offices, and something about that makes this even hotter. He wants me so badly he can't wait to get somewhere private. He has to get inside me without a moment of hesitation.
He releases my hip and brings his hand up to cover my mouth. It's what I need as my orgasm rips through my body and I scream my pleasure into his palm. He knew I was close before I did, and he knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from shouting.
"You can't keep that sassy mouth shut, can you?" he says, giving me an evil grin in the mirror. He looks wild as he thrusts into me one last time and grunts out his release. The sight of him climaxing so hard sends more tremors through me. He's like an animal that's come to rut, and the primal part of my body is loving his rough treatment.
I'm like a goddamn cat in heat getting mated by her king. And I can't say that doesn't turn me on.
My legs are shaky as he pulls out slowly and then bends down to pull up my panties and palazzo pants. I brace all my weight on the counter as he rights my clothes and then his. Afterward, he turns me around and I fall to his chest, completely spent. I want to lie down and take a nap, but instead he makes me stand here.
"God, I love you," he says, taking my lips in a tender, sweet kiss that is the complete opposite of what we just did.
I love that we can have both. The tender, sweet lovemaking where I'm on the verge of tears, and the hard, fast fucking where we are desperate for one another.
Once he's kissed me so thoroughly that I want him again, he holds my waist and helps me back to my desk. He sits me down in my chair and pushes it in, then walks over to his desk and sits down. He acts like nothing happened in the bathroom, despite the fact that he had to carry me out here like I'd lost the ability to use my legs.
I look over at him and see he's got his elbows on his desk and he's looking at me with hooded eyes. It's then I realize he's got two fingers held up to his nose and he's smelling me. Without thinking, I lean back in my chair and pull out a lollipop. I've always liked a challenge.
*
"I WANT TO plan this out," I say, taking a bite of my sesame chicken and pointing a fork at Captain.