He pulled back and she dropped her arms to hold his waist loosely. His lower back was sweaty and she enjoyed the feel of his damp skin. She skimmed her fingers under his t-shirt, drawing small circles.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to fuck you here.”
His harsh words sent a shiver straight down to her pussy, making her wet.
“That wouldn’t be so bad would it?” Daphne moved her fingers to the front of the waist band of his jeans.
“Daphne, don’t play with fire.” Trent kept his hands at his sides, his fists clenched tightly.
“What if I want to get burned?” Daphne reached between them and cupped his cock through his jeans. She reached for the button on his fly when there was a knock at the door.
“Uh, boss?” Owen’s voice carried from the hallway and Trent jerked away from her. Daphne smirked at the noticeable bulge behind his fly. There wouldn’t be any hiding from Owen, but she didn’t mind. “We just finished up painting and we were wondering what was next. Should we do something else here, or go back and finish the day out at your place?” Owen's voice carried through the door. Daphne pressed herself up against his back, rubbing her stiff nipples against him.
“Ah, umm, why don’t you just head back to the house? There isn’t much else to do here other than the last few touch–ups and setup, and we can’t do that until the paint is dry. We can come in tomorrow and help Daphne set everything up.” Trent’s voice was deep and husky and Daphne smiled against his back. Daphne reached around, stroking the tops of his thighs, but made sure she stayed away from his cock.
“Sure thing, boss. We will pack up and head out, should only take us a few minutes.” Owen’s voice got soft as his footsteps retreated. Trent stood rigid for a moment, she guessed he was listening to make sure Owen was far enough away.
Daphne yelped when Trent turned swiftly around and picked her up, and then walked into the office, setting her down on the desk.
“That wasn’t very nice, Magnolia.” Trent winked at her and her nickname took on a whole other meaning. When he stroked his hand down his cock through his jeans, Daphne whimpered. “Is this what you want?” Daphne slowly nodded and bit her lip. She wanted to reach out to him but he stood to far away.
Trent nodded in her direction. “Take your shorts off.” He stood back, leaning against the wall so she had plenty of space to maneuver. She quickly stripped out of the shorts and eased out of her flip flops. “You didn’t take off your panties, Magnolia.” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“You didn’t tell me too.” Daphne raised her own eyebrow in challenge and he had a twinkle in his eye as he smiled down at her.
“Sit down on the desk with your butt on the edge.” His words were whispered as he stood there stroking himself. Daphne did as she was told. Her panties were a thong and no protection from the cold wood of the desk. She shivered as she settled where he instructed.
“Good girl, now spread your thighs.” Trent moved closer to her, but never touched her. She easily opened herself for him, her pulse racing as she eagerly awaited his next step.
“Tell me what you want.” He placed a hand on her knee, and shivered under his touch, goose-bumps raising on her exposed skin.
“I want you.” Daphne bit her lip, trying to play sweet and innocent.
“That’s not good enough, baby.” He rubbed circles on her inner thigh, but kept his hands away from where she wanted them. Daphne was getting frustrated.
“I want you to fuck me, Trent, with that gorgeous hard cock of yours. Is that better?” Daphne winked up at him, and slid just a pinch farther so that his hand moved up her thigh, just barely an inch away from her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh that’s much better, baby. Unfortunately for you, since you teased me, you aren’t going to get it.” Trent bent his legs so that he was kneeling between hers. He moved aside her thin scrap of black lace and took one long lick up her slit. Daphne moaned and gripped his hair, trying not to buck her hips.
When his tongue circled her clit, she screamed out his name. Daphne dropped her head back, holding herself up on flat palms against the desk. When he slipped two fingers inside her cunt, she began to see stars. She had a fleeting thought about how easily he brought her to the brink, and then he flicked his fingers up stroking her g-spot as he sucked on her clit.
Daphne instantly exploded just as fast as it all started, grinding her pussy against his face as he continued to ravish her vagina. She had to pull his head away because she couldn’t take it anymore. Trent licked his lips and as much as he could of his chin, clearly relishing her juices that were coating his skin.