Office Affair (3 page)

She wanted him to touch her? So help her God, he’d touch her. But on his terms. In his own way.

He pulled his chair in close, placed his hands beneath her arse—cupping two handfuls of silky skin and firm butt cheeks—and lifted her groin to his face. His lips met the sodden juncture of her knickers—er, G-string, based on the feel of all that silken skin in his palms right now—and a groan filled the air. His or hers, he wasn’t sure.

Well, hell.

The smell.

The taste.

The texture.

The satin crotch of her knickers was soaked through with her juices, and the nectar was enough to make him part his lips and suck.

Mel moaned and ground her pussy against his mouth.

Shit. Not enough, not even close to enough.

He didn’t want his fill of satin. He wanted his fill of Melissa Sparks. Hooking a finger beneath the crotch of her knickers, he pulled them aside, exposing her swollen, pink folds.

If he’d thought the scent had been tempting from afar, the aroma up close was intoxicating.

He buried his face in her pussy and gorged, licking away every trace of her juices. He laved her folds clean and then headed to the source, dipping his tongue in her entrance and feasting on her from the inside.

God, he couldn’t remember a woman ever tasting this good. This tempting. Couldn’t remember wanting to consume someone whole.

Was it because he already knew her? Already admired her? Was it because the whole experience was so unexpected, so surreal, it only increased his desire? Or did Melissa really taste this good?

Ben couldn’t get enough of her. He just wanted more. Wanted to sample every part of her. But that would mean stripping off those garters, and God help him, he just couldn’t bring himself to get rid of them. Not when they ratcheted up his arousal about a thousand percent or more.

He settled for sampling her clit, running his tongue over it and around it. Lightly at first, then a bit more firmly.

Then not at all.

He pulled back and watched her squirm. Watched her twist her hips and push her pussy up at him. Listened to her soft moans and breathless begging. Let her need and desperation build. Let her juices flow freely again, so that when he acquiesced and licked her once more, he got a whole new mouthful of her arousal.

He couldn’t neglect her clit. Not now. Not when she writhed and beseeched him to lick it.

Hearing Melissa beg was a potent aphrodisiac.

He gave it all of his attention, laving it over and over, harder and harder, until her words became meaningless and her groans grew louder, and she broke beneath his ministrations, climaxing under his tongue.

As shudders claimed her body and she bucked on the table, Ben released one of her buttocks, freeing a hand in order to ease the pressure in his cock. He opened his pants, pushed his boxers down as far as they could go and grasped his half-freed shaft.

He shivered violently with the need to come. A few hard jerks with his palm and he could spill. That was all he needed.

But if he climaxed now, it would be game over. And he’d barely even started playing. No way was he ending things anytime soon. He’d just discovered a whole new side to Melissa, a side he found outrageously appealing. He wanted to become better acquainted with her.

He let endless seconds pass, waiting for Mel to come down to earth.

When she did, when her pussy stopped pulsing and her back relaxed against the desk, he simply resumed his feast, licking her all over again, dipping into her dripping channel, tasting her sweetness, teasing her clit. He teased her and laved her and fucked her with his tongue, loving how worked up she got.

All the while he pumped his shaft carefully, relieving his own tension without calling a premature end to the proceedings.

But as she panted before him, her pussy swollen and gleaming beneath his gaze, his hand could no longer give him what he needed. His blood pressure was rising fast. If he held back any longer, he’d likely have a stroke.

Chapter Two

Ben yanked the drawer of his desk open, frantically searching for his wallet. It took long, painful seconds to find it in this state, but finally he had it—and the condom he always kept there—in his greedy fingers.

He jumped to his feet, pushing off his pants and boxers, and sheathed himself in record time. He considered thrusting immediately, lodging himself deep inside her, but deferred it for a minute.

Once again he dipped his head down and licked Melissa’s pussy until she shivered in excitement. Until the muscles in her thighs began to tense and her back arched, pushing her exquisite breasts upwards. Seconds before another orgasm could overwhelm her, he pulled away, leaving her unsatisfied and unfulfilled.

She let him have it, complaining viciously, demanding more, demanding satisfaction, swearing. The expressions that came from her were nothing less than filthy. And filth like that—from the mouth of a straight-laced woman like Melissa—turned Ben on so much a strangled groan burst from his throat.

“You sure you want me to fuck you with my mouth?” His throat was raw with need. “You want me to shove my fingers in your cunt and make you scream?” Her description, not his, but hearing it must have turned his balls four different shades of blue, for sure. Christ, he needed to come. Needed relief. Needed to sheathe himself in Melissa’s slick pussy and fuck her until they both exploded.

“See, I think what you want in that delicious cunt of yours is not my tongue or my fingers. I think you want my dick. And I think you want it buried so deep you see stars.”

A loud moan rent the air. “God, yes, I want your cock.”

“Sit up, Mel.” His tone brooked no argument, and he placed his hands in hers, giving her something to pull herself up with. It was with a small measure of relief he found himself in control of the situation. He’d been so blown away by her proposal, he’d let her lead him right where she wanted him to go.

Not that he was complaining. This was where he wanted to be too.

But Ben liked to be in control. Liked to ensure he had a firm hand on every situation. Liked to know he acted only after assessing every single detail. He hadn’t assessed very much now. He’d been so overwhelmed by discovering these other sides to Melissa, he’d allowed her to take control.

The minute she sat upright, he had his hands on her breasts, molding his palms to the firm mounds, filling his grasp with them. Hell, they felt even better than they looked. They made him want to push them together, bury his cock between them and thrust until he came all over her neck. Made him want to suckle her nipples until she came from nothing more than the stimulation of her tits.

Ben strongly suspected that in this state,
he
could come just from sucking on her nipples. He was close. Too damn close. He needed to leave her breasts alone.

Ben dropped his hands to her thighs, relishing the softness of her thigh-highs and the sharper clasps of the garters. “Shift your arse closer to the edge of the desk and wrap your legs around my waist.”

Huh, him giving Melissa instructions? It felt odd. And exciting.

She responded, folding her arms around his neck at the same time, pressing herself against him, chest to chest.

The instant she moved, his cock encountered her slick heat. The condom provided only the slightest barrier against all that liquid fire, and her touch burned straight through him. Her breasts pushed against his shirt and chest.

How could one woman feel so good? So right in his arms?

How could a colleague make him hotter, more aroused, then he’d ever been?

How could he not have suspected Melissa had all these devilishly attractive sides to her?

How could Ben think at a time like this? Was he crazy?

He broadened his stance, spreading his legs wider, so the head of his cock was exactly level with her slit, and tried to slow his wild panting.

“Know what the irony is?” Melissa whispered, her warm breath searing the very skin on his face. “With your mouth this close, now every time
I
inhale, I smell my pussy.”

Ben groaned. He had no idea who moved first. Probably him, but maybe her. What he did know was that his lips were crushed against hers, and she’d opened her mouth to meet his fierce kiss.

Her tongue tasted as good as her pussy. As fresh as a breath of midnight air after a summer rainstorm. He danced his tongue over hers, feeding her back her own precious drops of honey, and she accepted them hungrily.

The kiss might be sweet, but it was also dirty. Just like her words a few minutes back. As she feasted on his mouth, she rubbed her pussy against his throbbing cock, engulfing his tip with her lips and then freeing him, only to start all over again. Repeating the motion once, twice, twenty times, until blood roared in Ben’s ears. He was lost to the incredible sensations. Lost to the hunger, the tease. The need. The ache.

The next time she caught his cockhead between her pussy lips, he couldn’t hold back. He thrust once, hard, seating himself deep inside her body.

So good.

Fucking amazing.

Tight. Wet. Slippery.

Perfect. So fucking perfect.

Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, held it inside, tortured him. He growled into her mouth, pulled out and thrust back inside her.

Melissa dug her nails into his neck. Her legs tightened around his waist, drawing him closer, deeper inside. She broke the kiss, flung her head back and cried out in pleasure. A shock of russet hair cascaded behind her.

Fresh blood surged to his cock. How could he ever have perceived this sex goddess as straight-laced? How could he ever have seen her as anything other than the exquisite, provocative siren she was?

How could he never have considered doing this with her before? Now that Ben had had a taste of his tempestuous, enthralling colleague, he never wanted to let her go.

“Fuck me, Ben. Don’t stop.”

Stop? Not in a million years. He snapped his hips in controlled, deliberate actions, aimed at filling her at just the right angle, caressing her G-spot, providing maximum pleasure. He lost himself to the rhythm of their movements and to her slick, enticing heat.

What began as an attempt to drive her into a delirious frenzy of desire backfired. It wasn’t Melissa who was being driven crazy, it was him.

He was losing his mind to the pleasure, losing his concentration. Spinning out of control—again. He couldn’t think inside her, couldn’t focus. She felt too damn amazing wrapped around him like that, the walls of her pussy constricting against his cock, her legs crushing his waist, her arms holding him so damned tight.

He was surrounded by one-hundred-percent, absolute female. And at that point he wasn’t sure which side of her turned him on more. The siren, the brilliant investment banker, or the shy woman?

His orgasm built. His cock ached, his balls grew taut. Hell, he was going to come, he couldn’t stave it off. Didn’t have the willpower. He couldn’t hold back with all of this perfection wrapped around him.

“Mel—”

“Feels so good, Ben. S-so good.” Her shallow pants filled the air. “Faster,” she demanded, “harder.”

Huh. As if he had any choice. As if he’d intended to move any other way. He slammed into her, going so deep his balls slapped her arse, going so fast he forgot to breathe, didn’t have time.

Pleasure clouded his vision. He couldn’t see, couldn’t think. All he could do was feel, and that feeling was the closest thing to euphoria he’d ever experienced.

He was on the edge, losing it. He couldn’t hold off.

“Melissa!” He groaned her name, then ground his teeth together hard, trying not to lose it.

Not before her. He couldn’t, wouldn’t. It wasn’t fair to take his pleasure first.

Oh, Christ. It might not be fair but neither was it preventable. He couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t hold back.

The orgasm slammed through him, hauling the breath from his body. He could no more have prevented it than he could have pulled away from her. He came hard. So hard he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

Couldn’t…

Oh, God. Oh, fuck. So good. So fucking good.

Made even more extraordinary by the fact that as he climaxed, in dizzying blasts of pleasure, Melissa came too.

Her pussy clasped his pumping cock like a tight fist. Clenching rhythmically around him, coaxing every last drop of come he had to give.

As the pleasure tore through him, accessing every nerve in his body, Melissa screamed, surrendering to her orgasm.

Seconds before his knees gave in beneath him, he hauled Melissa off the desk and collapsed back into his chair—with his colleague still wrapped around his dick.

He groaned at the sweet agony of it all. His cock, now spent inside her, was too sensitive to stand even the slightest jarring. Melissa’s erratic shivers made the experience nothing less than excruciating. Beautifully, electrifyingly excruciating.

Gasping, searching for breath and inhaling only the heady scent of musk and sex, Ben realized one thing. He had just had the most powerful orgasm of his life—with his colleague.