I'm lucky all right, lucky I've got him.
He edges his hand up underneath the skirt of my dress and drags his fingers over my panties. They travel over the cotton fabric between my legs, and he groans in approval.
"You're as wet as I am hard."
"You have that effect on me." The tingling between my legs is intense, and I straddle his leg in an attempt to get some relief. Being in his arms, tasting him, and feeling how hard I make him, has me on the brink of orgasm already.
Between kisses he says, "I can't wait to bury my cock in this white hot heat. Is that what you want, Skye? You want me to fill your tight pussy until it's a quivering wreck?"
"Please," I beg, my voice breathy.
"Please what?"
"Please, sir," I say, trying to contain my smile. He's wearing a suit today. I've decided I love the suit, the prick, as much as I love the t-shirt.
Lawson growls at my words and says, "I was going for ‘please fuck me', but I'll take that any day."
He pulls his head away and surveys the room. I don't know where he thinks this is going to happen. There's nothing in this room except the desk and the table.
He grips my shoulder and leans me over the table.
"Stay there," he says, releasing his grip on my shoulders.
His hands slide down over my back, following the curve of my waist. He flips up my dress and yanks away my panties, exposing me. My breath is fast with anticipation, and my eyes closed while I wait for whatever he's going to do.
I flinch as his fingers part me and roam through my slick folds. A moment later, his hot breath blows across my entrance.
My body is prickling, wanting more, waiting impatiently for him to touch me deeper. To do the things he does to me.
His tongue lashes against me before dipping in and out of my entrance. He's full on tongue fucking me, when he suddenly pinches my clit and rolls it between his fingers. I gasp and grip the edges of the table as the fervor in my body increases.
I moan in protest when Lawson takes his tongue and fingers away. He licks through my folds until he reaches my swollen nub. Sucking it into his mouth, he flicks it with his tongue as his fingers push into my entrance.
The sudden action forces a gasp from me. They move in a rhythm, pushing and tugging me until my hands are locked in a white-knuckled grip on the table.
Lawson's finger from his other hand moves in, and at the same time he takes his mouth away. His finger lightly presses on it and moves it in circles. I flinch as he bites down on my ass.
"Stop fighting it, Skye, let yourself go and accept the way I make you feel."
His words are like a current of electricity over my body. All my muscles tighten then release in unison as a massive orgasm washes over me.
I can't control myself, a high pitched noise escapes my lips. I'm still gripping the table tight, and I tip the whole thing up as I try to get his fingers deeper and deeper into me.
"Fuck, yeah, that's what I want," he says.
Lawson's fingers don't stop until I stop rocking the table. He slides his arm under my waist and pulls me up, spinning me until I'm facing him. Our mouths connect, my taste on his tongue arousing me all over again.
"Sit on me," he says, springing his dick free from his suit pants and boxers.
He flops back into the chair, and urges my leg up. Straddling him, I hover over his dick. I wrap my arms around him, wanting to be as close to him as I can.
I debate pulling my dress off and ripping his shirt open, but decide it's not the best idea in this office. I settle for his kisses on my cleavage.
Lawson grips my waist tight, guiding me into place. The tip of his dick is at my entrance, my pussy screaming out for more of it. I need all of him.
My walls stretch as I sink myself onto him. I gasp as I let him take all of my weight. I'm stretched full of him, deeper than ever, and I fucking love it.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Priceless (Lawson)
Skye wraps her legs around me and the chair. Her hands fist my hair as we kiss, our tongues flick, exploring each other's mouths. I kiss everywhere on her I can reach, wondering how pissed she'd be if I ripped her dress open so I can get at her tits.
My cock buried in her feels better than ever. She's rocking her hips, making my dick scream in pleasure, and I hold the lower part of her body still, wanting this moment to last. This moment when my cock is tingling like it never has before, ecstatic it's in the place it belongs.
I've still got the taste of her sweet pussy on my tongue, and all the things I'm going to do to her when I get her home flash through my mind.
"I loved having you bent over the table, seeing your sexy ass on display. You're lucky I didn't ram my cock right in it."
"Am I?"
Fuck. I'm on the edge of plastering her walls in my cum, and I hold her close until my dick calms down. I swallow a few times, and try to block out Skye's moaning. Even though it's my favorite sound in the world, it's too risky right now, I don't want to blow yet.
I stand, taking her with me. The carpet's new, but I don't want to put my angel on the floor.
Still inside her, I move us the few steps to the desk and rest her ass on it.
"Hold on," I say, pulling out.
We'd been in such a rush earlier, I'm still wearing my damn suit jacket. Having learned from Kelso's house, I pull a condom out of the inside breast jacket and toss the jacket on the chair we'd just been sitting in. I roll the condom down my shaft as quick as I can.
I grasp Skye's hips and flip her over the desk, so her round ass is once again presented to me. I pause to admire the view from above, plump round cheeks with her juicy lips poking out underneath.
Her pussy's so wet and tight, I can't wait to be back inside her. Sliding in and out of her slick heat, making those walls spasm around me.
With my fingers, I part her open and push my cock deep into her. She gasps and moans as I bury myself up to the hilt and start pounding into her.
One of Rick's books and some papers fall on the floor, but who gives a shit. I carry on pounding into her, my balls getting tighter and tighter with each thrust.
The door to the office swings open, and Rick says "Oh, God, I'm so sorry."
His voice is a momentary distraction, and I look over with a death stare. The door snaps shut and I turn my attention back to my Skye. I don't even think she noticed.
Skye's moaning turns breathy, her body quivers in bliss. Her pussy spasms around my shaft, the heat squeezing me until I can't hold back any longer.
I grunt, my cock exploding into the condom with such force I hope it doesn't tear a hole right through it.
Sweat trickles down my back. My whole fucking body is screaming out in appreciation of Skye. For once, my body and brain are in complete agreement on what they want: Her.
Skye's quiet, her ribs rising as she sucks in big gulps of air. I pull out of her and flop back onto the chair.
"Did someone open the door?" she breaks the silence to ask.
"Who cares. Let's get out of here."
Her face turns five shades of red, causing me to laugh.
"Stop laughing, it's embarrassing."
"For him not you. You should never be embarrassed. Besides, you're an artist, I'll just tell him you needed inspiration."
She shakes her head at me, the corners of her lips turned up.
Once we've adjusted our clothing and smoothed our hair, we make our way to the lobby. Skye sheepishly clings to me, but I don't give a fuck if the whole world knows what we just did. In fact, I want the world to know about us.
We exit the hotel, my arm around her waist. Skye's old banger is parked halfway blocking the door.
"Sorry, I hadn't intended on staying long."
"Come home with me, I don't want you out of my arms just yet." Or ever.
She looks at me and smiles. "I was hoping you'd say that."
A smile spreads across my face. This day couldn't turn out any better. I give her a squeeze.
"You know, you're going to need a safer car if you're working with me. I can't have you driving around in this piece of shit, it's not safe. The paintings might get damaged."
"The paintings, huh?"
"Will you say no if I said it was for you and not the paintings?"
"Possibly."
"Then borrow my Range Rover until you can buy a better one yourself."
"You want me to borrow your car?"
"Not really, I want you to have my car but I'm willing to settle for you borrowing it."
"Well, since it will make you happy, when do I get the keys?"
"As soon as we get to my place."
We both laugh, and I still haven't let go of her. Skye tries to pull away from me and towards her car but I hold on tight.
"Let's go in my car, we'll get something to eat on the way to my place."
"My car's here, I can't leave it."
"Don't worry, I'll have someone pick it up. And take it to the wreckers from here."
"Fine. I hate this shitbox anyway. Let me grab my stuff out of it."
Isn't it much better when you trust me? I don't think it would be a good idea to say that to her though.