"Ceci, I need you to trust me," I say softly. "Can you do that, sweetheart?" Her body tenses slightly at my words. "Do you trust me?" I ask again as my fingers make their way to her clit. I rub in circles until her body relaxes against my soaking wet fingers.
"Yes," she moans out. "I trust you with my life," she admits. It's all I need to hear to know that what I'm about to do will be something she's fully trusting me with.
"Good girl … whatever you do, don't move until I tell you to."
"Okay," she responds softly. Her body molds into mine, giving me complete control and access to her.
I rub my length up and down her ass a few times. She moans in eagerness as I tease her pussy with the tip, but not giving into her silent plea.
I align our bodies and rub my hands softly against her ass. I spread her cheeks and work a finger inside her, letting her get use to the feeling. She grinds against it, moaning, and begging for more. Fuck … she's into it.
My cock presses slightly into her. She tenses up immediately denying me access.
"Ceci … trust me." I try again and on instinct, her body jerks. "Don't. Move."
I see her head nod and wait until her body melds against mine once again. I take my opportunity and rub against her once more, this time pressing inside her. She's so goddamn tight I nearly lose my balance as I stretch her to fit my size.
"Oh, fuck, Ceci … " I groan. Her body opens up wider for me. I press further into her slowly inch by inch. "God, yes … "
"Holy shit," she screams out. I feel her grasp the shower bar tighter. Her body begins relaxing and moves in motion with me.
I ease into her slowly, inch by inch I dive deeper inside her perfect, tight ass.
My movements become harder and with each deep thrust, I feel her body contract against me.
"Ahh, Bentley … my god … " she moans. "Don't stop. Please, god, don't stop."
It's all I need to hear to grind balls deep inside her, giving her exactly what she's begging for.
Cecilia
Our routine progresses like this for weeks-comfortable banter, intense attraction, and spending more time together naked than clothed. The sneaking around at the office, weekend sleepovers, and texting continues despite the risks of being caught.
No matter how much we're together, it's never enough. I crave more of him-of us. My heart and mind are fighting a battle-stop letting him get close, stop letting him in-but I don't.
I break down his walls and walk right into his heart. Something I tried to get a handle on, but I'm afraid I'm no longer in control.
I've gained little information and I'm starting to wonder if it's worth it. Worth breaking his heart, shattering mine, and exposing who I really am.
I walk into his office and set another coffee on his desk. He's on a conference call, so I make sure to stay quiet. He mouths, ‘thank you' but before walking out, I get an idea.
I round the desk and drop to my knees in front of him. His chair spins toward me, putting me perfectly in between his thighs.
He continues talking as I slowly unzip his zipper. He squirms in his chair, but I press my hands against his thighs to signal him to stop. I look up at him and lick my lips, showing him exactly what I plan to do to him.
He finally eases into the chair as I stroke his cock-long and hard-my palm wrapped around him firmly. His head immediately falls back as he tries to stifle a moan. I can hear the other person on the phone talking, but Bentley isn't listening to a single word.
I wrap my mouth around his cock, slowly and torturously bobbing my head up and down his length. His body tenses underneath me as his hand fists in my hair. I can feel him struggling against me as he tries to talk to the person on the phone. His hand holds my head in place, telling me to slow down, but instead, I begin stroking him with one hand as I suck him harder and faster.
His body soon unravels under me, his throaty moans evident-no longer being discreet. I hear him fighting against it as he continues rambling to the person on the other line. As soon as his cock convulses inside me, he slams the phone down and moans loudly without caring who hears him.
"God, Ceci … " He clenches his lips, but is powerless. "Jesus Christ," he growls as he releases inside me.
I lick him clean and tuck him nicely back in his slacks as if I hadn't just distracted him.
I round the desk in front of him and organize a few files on top. "Would you like me to do anything else for you before I head back to my office?"
He doesn't respond as he brushes a hand through his messy golden locks. He busies his hands as he grabs the files and piles them on top of each other.
He looks up at me, licks his lips, but doesn't say anything.
"I do believe you're speechless, Mr. Leighton."
He gets up from his chair and comes toward me like a pouncing lion. He cups my face with both hands before crushing our lips together, stroking his tongue against mine, passion filled-kisses emerging between us.
"I don't have a way with words around you, Ceci. With you, I am almost speechless." His hands soften their grip as he continues. "With you, I don't know how to act because I've never felt this way before. It's like a blend of lust and fear. A mix of wanting to protect myself and letting my guard down all at the same time. It's almost unexplainable, but the constant beating of my heart lets me know it's a feeling I can't ignore."
His face is soft and genuine. I can feel his steady breaths against my blistering skin. I don't know what to say … I don't know how to react.
I swallow slowly as I take in his words. They're so … honest. And raw. I've cracked him-he's falling for me.
"I've been having the same inner battle," I respond honestly. "But it's a battle I no longer want to fight." I smile up at him, hoping he understands what I'm saying. "I don't just want to be an office relationship, I want more."
"It is more, Ceci. Much more." He rubs the pad of his thumb slowly over my lips before leaning in and kissing me once more.
He takes a seat back behind his desk, trying to recover. I offer to help him sort out the files and bring them back when I'm finished.
He gladly agrees since he needs to make a call again-and apologize for his sudden ‘disruption.'
I smile wide as I grab all the files off his desk and walk out his office door as if I've just stolen a million dollars.
An inner battle of motive and desire are fighting inside of me-struggling on what I'm doing-desire to get them without him knowing what I'm about to do.
My father's files sitting only a couple of feet from me feed my motive to distract him. Anything to get him thinking about something else, divert him of what he was doing previously.
I overheard his phone conversation with his father last night while we lay in bed. He thought I was passed out, but I wasn't. I heard every word.
"I want to work on some old cases. I think it'd be good for press."
He stayed quiet while his father spoke, but from the excitement in his voice, it was easy to assume his father agreed.
"I want to look into cases over five years old. Get some fresh eyes on them and see if I can follow up on anything. Imagine if a breakthrough exposes a case that was never solved. The press would go crazy. Not to mention, branching out would be next."
"Yeah, yeah." He listened to his father speak some more. "I'm going to start with the ones you personally worked on," he stated with amusement, "just to see if I can find anything."
He laughed with his dad, obviously joking around with him, but I knew for a fact his father worked on my dad's case.
This was my chance.
I slam the files on my desk. I scatter them until I spot the West, #178376 on a thick manila folder. Everything they used in his case is locked up in evidence, but this was a general run down of everything they found and how they had come up empty-handed. I peek out of my office before tiptoeing to the transcripts room.
I tap my foot anxiously as I photocopy everything. There're a good one hundred plus papers, but I'm not leaving until every piece has been scanned.
After lunch, I place the files back into his office all neatly organized. He has a lunch meeting downtown and told me to order something if I wanted.
I eat my Chinese takeout while reading over scripts of my dad's case-trying to make sense out of anything that happened that day.
Bentley is gone the majority of the afternoon. He's texted me several times apologizing for the delay and finally told me I could go home if I wanted. Considering there isn't much for me to do without him, I take him up on the offer.
I start walking down the hall toward the elevator when one of the reporters stops me.
"Hi."
"Um, hi."
"So you're Mr. Leighton's weekend fling, huh?" He licks his lips, as his eyes look me up and down. I shudder with disgust.