In the back of her mind the thought that he might still be leading her on intruded into her excitement, but she pushed it away hard. Her attention brought soundly back to the room as he clicked the lock into place. No one would interrupt them, no one could walk in on them, her office had become a world where only the two of them existed, for now.
Slowly he came back to her, her eyes devouring every movement of his body, the sway of his hips, his powerful grace hidden in every step. She stood, taking a step away from her chair, away from her sanctuary, her mind completely made up. This was the right thing to do. No longer did she want to let life pass her by. Each hour since she had been with Dan had shown her how much she wanted a partner. A man to share her life with.
"Dan, I'm so sorry I ran out on you. It was stupid."
"Shh. It's OK, Max. I understand. You struggle to let yourself trust people, to let them in. I promise I won't ever let you down, I'll always be there for you." He stood close to her now, his body a breath away. Max tilted forward, closing the space between them, taking that final step, giving herself to him. Dan stroked her cheek with his fingers, softly drawing a line down from her cheek bone, along her jaw and then trailing down her neck. She shivered, responding to him, her mouth opening a little, lips ready to meet his.
Lowering his head he gently pressed his lips to hers, his stubble tickling her chin. Arousal flared within her, every sensation magnified as she fought to hold herself back. She wanted to strip her clothes off and lie next to him, skin to skin. To touch every part of him, explore his body and mind to see what made him tick, to find the things he loved and give them to him.
Max never knew this was what love was like, to want more for the person you were with than you wanted for yourself. She pulled back away from him. There was no way she could love him already, but she did, love, infatuation, call it what you will, but that was what was in her heart. It scared her, yet with it came excitement, she was about to launch herself into the unknown. So when he asked her, "Max, are you sure this is what you want?", she moved back into his arms and whispered, "Yes."
His lips moved against hers, firm now, and she met him, touching his with the tip of her tongue, sliding it along his sensitive flesh, tasting him, teasing him until he pressed his body close to hers and she felt the hardness of his length.
Dan slid his hands up under her skirt, stroking her thighs, drawing his fingertips up to reach their goal. Her clit throbbed when his fingers touched her there, but her clothes prevented him from inserting his fingers inside her, a disappointment for Max, and frustration for Dan.
“I want you over your desk, Max. I’ll understand if you don’t want sex in your office, but I don’t know if I can go much further if we have to stop.”
“Then don’t stop. The door is locked, no one will see, and the other offices will be empty soon. Everyone has some place they would rather be, everyone but me. I don't want to be anywhere other than here in your arms.”
“Glad you feel that way. I don’t want to be anywhere other than inside you. I have been dreaming about the other night, trying to remember what it felt like to have you in my arms. But nothing compares to the reality.”
He eased her skirt right up over her thighs, his fingers hooking around her pantyhose and rolling them down her thighs, bending to push them to her knees. Lower still, he helped her step out of them, and then began to work his way back up. Kissing and licking her legs, stroking the back of her knees, a sensation that made her open wide for him in anticipation of his mouth reaching her most intimate place.
Lifting her effortlessly he sat her down on the desk, opening her thighs with his hands, and pushing the fabric of her panties to one side. Lowering his mouth he breathed in her scent, and then licked her clit, the little bud pulsing and throbbing with every stroke of his tongue. Wider she opened her thighs, allowing him to slide a finger inside her, while his mouth sucked and nibbled along her outer lips.
Max craned her head forward to watch his head moving, feeling his tongue probe deeper when his head dipped, and then drawing back along to her clit when his head raised. His mouth grew hungry, his tongue more demanding, and her orgasm rose. Her hips bucked, forcing herself onto his mouth and pressing his finger deeper inside her.
Unable to control herself she fisted his hair, pulling hard as she came, her juices smearing his face, while his tongue lapped at her sex. She humped herself forward into him, whimpering as he tortured her into complete submission.
Only when she could take no more did he release her, her whimpers turning to cries of ecstasy, forgetting there might be people still in the office who might overhear. Releasing her he kissed her thighs, his stubble rubbing against her flesh, making them sensitive, his mouth following, his kisses a salve on her tender skin.
Releasing his hair, wondering if she should apologies for pulling it too hard, she leaned back onto her desk, catching her breath. She watched him move, rocking back onto his heels before standing up to face her. In his hand he produced a condom, making her heart rate quicken. This had been the first course, now he intended to have his own release. She couldn’t wait.
“Do you want to put it on for me, Max?”
“I... I’m not sure how to,” she admitted. “Sorry, I’m not very experienced, as you probably gathered by now.” A disappointment between the sheets was what she meant.
“I like that about you. It makes it so much more fun. Watching you blossom under me.” He smiled, she blushed furiously. He was such a damn tease.
Not wanting to look like a wilting wallflower she eased herself off the desk, and took the little packet in her hand, holding it as though it might explode. Tearing the top, she nearly dropped the condom on the floor.
“Careful, it’s the only one I’ve got,” he said. “And I don't want to leave this room until I’ve taken you over this lovely desk.” He slid his hand over the smooth polished wood, and Max knew she would never be able to sit at this desk again without recalling what he had done to her. Would she ever be able to concentrate with a client again without thinking of him covering her sex with his mouth? Her sex ached at the thought, needing to be filled by his thick cock.
“OK. How does this work?”
He chuckled. “You make it sound like a machine.”
“Sorry. I’m a bit nervous.”
“Don’t be, Max. I won’t bite.”
She wouldn’t have minded if he did. In the right place of course. Trying not to let her hands tremble she reached for his pants, thinking that she would have to undo them first, after that she didn’t want to think what would happen. In all her previous, brief relationships she had never really touched a man, or gone down on him, despite one partner asking her to.
“Max,” he said, placing his hands gently over hers. “I mean it, I won’t bite.”
“What if I’m too rough?”
“Be as rough as you like. It won’t break.” He tilted her chin up and kissed her lips softly. “It’s not a test, no one is going to laugh at you if you don’t do it right.”
“No. But you might be cross if I ruin this thing, and we can’t have sex.”
“Then we’ll have to figure out another way to please each other.”
She knew what he meant, but there was no way she was going to get on her knees and give him a blow job. Now that really could end up disappointing for him. With a little more pressure to get the squidgy rubber thing on right, she undid his belt, then his button, and watched, slightly mortified as they slid down to the floor.
Dan sucked in a hard breath, her hand brushed along the fabric of his shorts, touching the hardness hidden there. Holding her nerve she pushed a finger into each side of the elastic, and slid them down very slowly, catching the tip of his cock.
“Sorry,” she said, nervously.
“No problem Max, you could always stroke it better.”
Her eyes flashed to his, he wasn’t joking, in fact his face held barely contained passion, his pupils dilated and his breathing coming in sharp bursts. Carefully she raised her hand and grasped his cock, it might have been a poisonous snake by the way she stood at arms length.
A steel rod encased in a sheath of soft velvet, the sensation of moving her hand over him was different to what she had imagined, and she liked it. Every stroke of her hand and squeeze of her fingers on his thick length elicited a response in him. His hips moved forward, his hands gripped the desk, and his breathing became ragged,
Max licked her lips, wondering what he would taste like. And when the first drop of his pre come appeared on the tip, she wanted to kneel before him and flick her tongue over it to taste him.
“Right, Max, you need to get that thing on me before I come all over your office. Your hand is doing a fantastic job, and I can’t hold it together much longer.” His voice told her how much of a strain it was for him to ask her to stop. But he was right, the office cleaners were not going to come in and find stains all over her carpet.
Reluctantly she drew her attention back to the condom, and fitted it rather clumsily over the head of his cock before rolling it down the whole of his very impressive length. She couldn’t resist cupping his balls in her hand and fondling them when she reached his root. All she wanted to do was explore every inch of his body and work out how to get him so turned on he would explode.
“Over the desk Max. That’s it.” He held her hand, and swapped places with her, making her face her desk, the view out of her window, so often taking her attention away from work, now completely ignored as her stomach rested on the wooden desk.
Behind her, Dan inched her skirt back up her thighs, pushing it over her hips, before sliding her panties down. Obediently she stepped out of them, and eased her feet wider apart at his insistence.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, and she blushed, embarrassed at the plain view he had of her.
She was so wet, and so ready for him, but Dan was a master at foreplay, and slid his finger along her sex, starting at her clit, which was pressed against the desk, all the way back, brushing lightly against her ass, a sensation she found unusually erotic.
Repeating this slow movement, he soon had her wiggling her bottom, trying to push back onto his finger in a bid to get him to push inside her. He was driving her insane, which she guessed was the point. Did he want her to beg him to fuck her again?
Just when she reached the point where she was unbearably close to coming, she felt the pressure of him against her entrance. In one long hard thrust he filled her, Max had to grab hold of the edge of the desk to stop her forward momentum. A long groan escaped her. She could picture the scene, her lying over her desk, her lover standing behind her buried up to the hilt in her hot eager sex. If the door wasn’t locked anyone could walk in and see them coupled like this. Her reputation would be in ruins, but at least they would know for certain Dan was her man.
Looking down at Max, sprawled over the desk in front of him, her round bottom shuddering with each long stroke as he pulled back and then lunged forward into her, he struggled for control. What would she do if he spanked her round bottom? That fantasy might have to wait, but damn he would love to see her flesh ripple and watch it turn red.
The thought of spanking her was too much, there was no way he could last much longer unless he slowed down, and he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to fill her with his seed, to claim her as his own, he had come so close to losing her.
Until he saw her face earlier, he was convinced she would tell him to get lost. Waiting for her last client to leave had been unbearable. Her secretary, Shirley, had kept assuring him they wouldn’t be much longer. However, Dan had been convinced Max would turn him away once she saw him.
Then Phil had passed by, asking him questions about construction which he hopefully bluffed his way through. The time had dragged by so slowly. It had given him time to question his sanity. Was it madness to think a woman like Max would ever be satisfied with a man like him? She had the choice of all these high flyers and their big salaries. Why would she settle for a man like him except for a brief fling. He had learned the hard way that women liked their creature comforts. It was no longer a world of survival of the fittest, men with big pay checks trumped men with muscles every time.
However, there was one way he could satisfy Max, and she was about to find out once more. He lunged into her, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure, she was close to coming, her breathing rapid, her body writhing under him. He knew exactly how to make her climax.
His hand went between her legs, pulling upwards, seeking it’s prize. And when he found it she cried out, her voice high pitched, her legs easing further apart to allow him better access to her clit. In one shuddering mass of flesh she came, her legs trembling, her sex pulsing and throbbing around his cock. Only then did he let himself go, plundering her hot wet sex, filling the condom with his seed.
He gripped her hips, and ploughed into her, his cock pushing deep inside her before he pulled out to the tip, and then thrusting forward again. The friction of flesh against flesh, his balls slapping against her thighs, was incredible. Nearly spent, he changed the angle of his body, and jerked into her finishing his orgasm, before slumping forward over her.
Their breathing took a while to return to normal, Max lay face down, and he slid his hand inside her crumpled jacket and stroked her large breasts which were squashed against the desk. Later he would have to strip her, and make love to her again, but right now they should leave, her office was not the right place for them to talk about what had happened fully. Her secret still needed to be kept.
“Are you OK, Max?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.
He held the condom and slowly pulled out of her, bending down to pull up his pants, then he helped her dress.
“Can I take you to dinner?”
She laughed. “We’ve certainly gone about things backwards, haven’t we? Aren’t you supposed to take me out to dinner, and then have sex?”