The risk of being seen—and heard by anyone in the gallery—turns me on. I’ve never done anything like this before. Never had someone who makes me feel so passionate, who turns me on so quickly, and makes me so hot.
Desperation comes on and I’m taking Ben’s pants off, stroking his beautiful cock, and urging him to me. My pants come off next and Ben drops to his knees, tossing my legs over his shoulders. I go back on my elbows, knocking a stack of papers and something heavy off his desk. The papers scatter and the three-hole punch lands with a thud.
Oh well.
His mouth is pressed to me, five o’clock shadow rough on my delicate skin. The combination of rough hair and soft, smooth tongue almost pushes me over the edge. He stops when I’m on the cusp of coming and I want to slap him, push his head back between my legs, and tell him not to stop until I’m finished.
I’m still panting, head still back when I hear a little crinkle. Oh right, condom. Duh. Once it’s on, he puts his mouth back to me and finishes the job, keeping his mouth tight on me, licking, sucking, flicking, as I come, contracting against him. Without giving me time to recover, he pulls me forward and pushes in.
I can’t help but cry out. My body is alive with pleasure, unlike anything I’ve felt before. I never knew I could feel this good, be so turned on. My ears are ringing and my toes tingle. Ben thrusts in and out, with short, fast movements. I hold onto him and he takes a handful of my breasts, circling my nipples with his thumb.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he pants and bends down to nuzzle my neck. I’m still riding the pleasure train, not caring where the fuck I’ll get off. Because I’m getting off again right now.
I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle a moan as I come the second time, the orgasm rolling through me with so much force my body shudders. I open my eyes for half a second and see that Ben is watching me, and seeing me orgasm turns him on. He pushes me back onto the desk, grabs my thighs, and pushes in deeper than before. So deep it almost hurts.
Almost.
He pulls back until his dick is almost out, then rams in again. And again. And again. Then we both moan and climax together. My legs quiver and he pitches forward, panting. I hold onto him, unable to catch my breath or slow my heart rate.
Holy fucking shit.
He lets out a final deep breath then brushes the hair back from my face. My breasts rapidly rise and fall as I gasp for air. His eyes meet mine and he gives me that devilish grin, then straightens and pulls me upright as he slides out.
“Hopefully that solved your computer issue,” I say, still breathless.
“Hopefully,” he says back. “Because if there is another problem next week…” he trails off, raising his eyebrows. I laugh, wishing I could get called out for this kind of customer service call every day, but I know Cameron would catch on.
“Mmmm,” I say as he grabs my waist. He gently kneads the extra loving I have on my sides and I feel self-conscious … but I actually think he finds it—dare I say—sexy? Because he’s looking like he wants to bend me over the desk and fuck me again.
“You’re something else,” he says and right away I know that one is a compliment. “What are you doing to me? I can’t get you out of my head.” He pulls me to him and kisses me passionately. Wind blows the curtains wide open and rattles the locked door. Ben tears himself away, turning to take the condom off. He tosses it in the trash and I vaguely wonder if he’s going to cover it up later, which gives me a flashback to my pretending-to-be-a-virgin days when I’d double wrap used condoms in toilet paper or paper towels so my parents wouldn’t see. I did the same thing with tampons for a while so my mom wouldn’t know I started my period and give me “the talk.”
“Same to you,” I say back. Ben hands me my bra. I put it on, watching him get dressed. Someone knocks on the door, and I freeze.
“It’s okay,” he says when he sees my panic. “The door is locked.”
I nod and get my pants up. Ben pulls his shirt on, straightening the hem as he walks to the door. I madly reach over the desk for my shirt and put it on, then take a seat at the desk, putting my hands on the computer keyboard.
“Someone is downstairs, looking at the bronze statue,” Mindy says when Ben opens the door. He only opens it halfway, and I can see Mindy craning her neck to look at me. “They want to talk to you. They are thinking about buying it.”
“I’ll be right down,” Ben says and turns to look at me. “You’re logged in, right?”
“Yes,” I say and press down on random keys. Then I realize the computer isn’t even on. Oops.