Tempting the Corporate Spy(19)

“You taste so good.” He was kissing her again as he picked her up and carried her to her office couch. This was all like some crazy daydream fantasy, as he lay her down carefully on the sofa and stood in front of her in the dark, backlit by the overhead in the outer office that had roused her from a half sleep. Maybe she was still groggy with it.

She swallowed hard, sitting up a little, grappling for words, sure she should say something, maybe that they shouldn’t rush into this, but she couldn’t force anything out but a helpless…well, whimper.

He smiled above her in the dark and she realized her mouth was level with his hard on. What would it be like to open his pants, to take him into her mouth? She wanted to taste him.

Before she could act on the impulse, he joined her on the couch, sitting cross wise beside her, leaning over her, his lips brushing hers again. God, she felt drugged with wanting him. He tasted like whiskey. Intoxicating. She gripped his shoulders as if it would help her get her bearings, but he nudged her into lying back down.

After a minute or two of his lips wandering along her cheekbone, her throat, the very edge of her mouth, he whispered, “You see how sexy you are? You see what you do to me?”

He brought her hand to his erection, which felt solid and powerful beneath the fly of his pants, pushing the heel of her palm down hard on him as his skillful mouth went to her ear.

“Do you want to do this?” he murmured.

Not exactly the right question. Of course she wanted to.

But for a second, she came back to herself. As hot as this all was, she had never been one for mindless hook-ups, not even in college. And she worked with this guy. What was she doing?

Then his hand grazed her breast, a light, almost-nothing touch with the back of his fingers that nonetheless sent a jolt of pleasure through her. He bent to kiss her neck as his large hand cupped her breast fully, and the combination of all this attention, her body still sensitive from her recent orgasm, was like the neck-rub this morning, only like the atomic, nuclear blast version of it. She didn’t know just kissing, petting, fingering, could be this good, and the hard feel of him beneath her hand assured her he felt the same. Her breath was light and rapid and she could feel the tingling again between her thighs as much as she could the pulsing of his cock beneath the material.

He used his other hand so that he was fondling both breasts, her nipples hard and throbbing as he flicked them with his thumbs through the braless t-shirt, and took her lips again, biting lightly, making her moan before he quieted her completely with a long, thorough kiss.

In the throes of it, she thought her decision had been made. So she was grateful, and simultaneously annoyed, when he pulled back, dropping his hands from her, and let her catch her breath.

“I don’t want to misinterpret, Liv, and I don’t want you to misinterpret. I want to,” he hesitated and in the faint light she took in his heightened color, his blue eyes almost black, his lips wet from kissing her, “fuck you.”

Her stomach jumped at the crude word.

“Right now. Are you ready for that? Okay with it?”

She drew in a shaky breath and dipped her hand inside the crotch of his pants, the blast of heat from his throbbing cock exciting her unbearably as she wrapped a hand around his erection and he jerked in her grip.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he muttered.

She wanted to tear his oxford off, but he was already unbuttoning it, dropping it to the floor and revealing a ripped chest as she unsnapped his khakis, breathless to feel his whole body skin to skin. He yanked her shirt over her head, flinging it away, and reached for the drawstring on her pants, his warm fingers making the exercise of removing them sort of a caress, long, languid swipes along her thighs, her calves, then up again to between her legs.

Once she was completely naked, lying on the couch at his urging, she closed her eyes as he leaned over her to tongue one breast, a hot wet sensation, and then the other. She groaned in appreciation as he sucked lightly, and one hand returned to caress her inner thigh and higher, the region he had so recently mastered.

Proving how quickly he could yet again bring her to the brink of orgasm, he stood up, going for something in his back pocket before he started to pull the rest of his clothes off and in no time he was down to his boxers, his erection testing the cotton. She swallowed and pulled those down slowly herself, skimming his hip bones, his thighs lightly sprinkled with dark hair, and then off as he sucked in a breath, and the hardest, longest, thickest cock she had ever seen pointed right at her.

She placed her thumbs on his flat abs, gripping his hips, and pressed her lips lightly to the tip of him, tasting the salty pre-cum, earning a groan. He was hot and smooth and she ran her tongue along his length. Another long lick and he drew away with a guttural, “I’m too far gone for that.”