Slipperless Series (Book #2)(30)

Furious, I slapped at him. “Stop, Gabe! Don’t!”

Just then, Gabe pinned my backside against his desk. I swatted at him as he did. Unaffected, he grunted as he held me in place. Reaching behind me he made two ferocious swipes at everything on top of it. The contents flew across the office. His phone collided against a computer nearby, sending it crashing to the ground. Paper fluttered in every direction and a myriad of other sounds, from objects I couldn’t see, filled the air with loud noise.

Once he’d finished, Gabe straddled me. He clutched me at the waist, hooking his hands down inside of my pants.

“Uh!” I grunted as I shoved at him. “Let’s go!”

But my struggle was comical. With a hard yank, Gabe tugged me towards him, ripping the seams in the process.

“Gabe!” I gasped.

My upper body crashed into his. His entire torso flexed with rage as he ignored me and continued to rip and tear at my pants. As he did, I leaned my upper body into his chest while from the waist down, I rocked to and fro and he ripped my clothing away like an animal caught in a trap. I hadn’t convinced him to stop.

But there was a simple reason for that.

I didn’t want him to.

My protests were fabrications, lies I told myself so I could say I’d resisted. But the truth was I didn’t resist him.

I couldn’t.

Just then, Gabe squeezed my upper arms, again shocking me back to awareness. I felt small before him, completely swallowed in the shadow of his rage. My belly rose and fell as I struggled for breath. Half-terrified, half-excited for what lay ahead, I watched him in utter silence.

Without a word, he reached down towards me and grabbed my pants with one hand on the waist again. He tugged them and grunted as if he’d lost the patience to finish removing them. I looked up at him, unable to blink. Instead, my lips drifted apart a fraction as I looked up at him.

“Now,” he said, gesturing for me to get undressed.

With a subtle nod. I moved my hands down towards my waistline. I happened to glance down towards my fingers.

They trembled.

“All of it,” he growled, breaking my trance. “Hurry up.”

Nodding, I did as he said and within seconds, I’d removed all of my clothing. Completely nude and a bit chilled, I stood before him. Bewildered though I was, the space between my thighs left no doubt as to my true feelings.

“Suck my dick, Fiona.”

Petrified, I looked away for a moment. I’d never done such a thing. My hesitation was not appreciated.

“Do it.”

With a slow turn of my head, I began to kneel before him. The thick carpet of his office provided the only comfort I’d received since entering his office minutes earlier. I drew my gaze up from his crotch towards his face. As our eyes met, he looked at me and nodded with an expressionless expectation. On instinct, I reached up towards the fine fabric of his suit pants.

As if in a daze, I unfastened his belt and another moment later, unzipped him.

The zipper whined as I tugged on it. When at last it could go no further, I released it from between my fingertips. With my gaze fixed straight ahead, I reached up and hooked my fingers at the sides of Gabe’s trousers. I dragged them down with a lazy tug, exposing the musculature of his hard pelvis as I did.

Fine, dark hairs came into view first and as I continued downward, Gabe’s splendid gift appeared.

I swallowed hard. Having it between my thighs was one thing. And now as I caught its full size, mere inches from my mouth, I wondered how I would be able to do as he wished. Yet Gabe gave me little time to think. For no sooner did the full length of it spring to life in front of me, than he reached towards me and wrapped one hand around the top of my scalp while placing the other at the base of his cock.

For a fraction of an instant, I glanced up towards him. Without thinking, I moved my head towards the thick tip of his dick. As I did, I placed one hand, palm down, against the muscles of his thigh while wrapping my other around the girth of his shaft. The head glistened as I drew it close to my lips. Gabe exhaled and leaned his upper body away, angling his hips in the direction of my waiting mouth.

My eyelids flickered closed as I parted my lips, inviting him inside.

Gabe groaned with satisfaction as I took him. At first, his size caught me by surprise and I had to quickly adjust to it. Soon however, we found a rhythm and I slid my tongue along and underneath, delighting in the ridges and grooves as I went. Neophyte though I was, Gabe appeared to be more than satisfied with my efforts. Grunting and swaying before me, he rocked his torso as I consumed him.

As the seconds went by, I sensed him harden inside of my mouth. Evidence of his aroused state rolled across my taste buds. Salty and musky, the foreign flavor tantalized me and caused my own need to escalate with each second that passed. I hummed with pleasure, gently rolling my head from one side to the other as I suctioned his hard shaft. The service I performed took its toll on me. What started as a patch of moisture between my legs moments earlier had transformed into something far more urgent. I shifted my knees and as I did, slickness coated the inside of my thighs.