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“It’s going to feel so good to fuck you on my father’s desk.” Darren tugs me closer, his mouth hot and eager against my skin as he makes his way back up to my mouth, and I want it, I want him to fuck me so bad that my cunt aches, wet and needy.
I grab onto the ends of his shirt, and we break apart momentarily so I can pull it over his head before his mouth crashes against mine again, his tongue licking inside while he pulls my thigh around his waist. It’s the inappropriateness that fuels the urgency; the way something so wrong can make you light up on the inside like nothing else can.
“What do you think he would say if he knew what you were going to do to me?” I ask breathlessly while pulling at the button of his jeans, popping it open so I can lower the zipper while his mouth finds my breasts again. He’s so hard that the top of his cock is settled against his stomach, peaking over the waistband of his briefs, the dusky head glistening with pre-cum. I grab him roughly, pulling him towards me, and Darren hisses in response. He releases me long enough to grab a condom from his pocket and pushes his jeans further down.
“He would say that I was wasting my talents on fucking a woman I have no future with.” His mouth moves down my body, and I tip my head back in a lust induced haze.
He tugs at my panties, and I lift my hips so he can pull them down in a hurry. The action is quick, and I’m already so wet that he slides into me easily, thrusting so hard he practically lifts me off the desk. A whoosh of air escapes my lungs as I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on.
He pushes me harder into the desk, and I arch my back as thrust after thrust brings me to a place where no thoughts can invade my mind, just the feeling of complete submission. When his thumb grazes my clit, I’m so sensitive that it threatens to send me through the roof and my body bucks against him. His thumb continues to circle and rub with the same cadence as his cock moving inside me, and I catch myself mewling.
“Don’t stop, no one can hear you but me,” he breathes, and I moan, not because he gave me permission, but because it frees me, and I give him everything.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he bites out, which elicits another moan from me.
I want to feel good. I want to be the one who sends him over the edge, but his thumb presses hard, circling faster, and I can’t stop the butterflies that cause my stomach and thighs to tremble in response, an involuntary reaction I have no control over. My impending orgasm is so close that I beg for it.
In return, he picks up his pace, sweat glistening on his brow while the feverish look in his eyes threatens to turn me to ash. I’m sent over the edge; the orgasm is sharp as it twists and turns around my spine as I pant and gasp. Darren is close, his breathing ragged and his movements fierce.
Suddenly he pulls out and turns me over so that I’m bent over the desk. Everything on the desk crashes to the floor. My palms press into the desk, my breasts push hard into the wood, feeling each sliver as he pushes inside me from behind, grabbing onto my hips to pull me into him with each thrust.
“You look absolutely fucking perfect bent over my father’s desk,” he grits out deliberately, causing my stomach to tighten again, my cunt still pulsing. I can’t help the reaction. Some deep-seated feelings rush to the surface as either another orgasm begins to build, or the last one is still fighting its way through me.
As Darren fucks his demons away, I sink into mine.
I dig my fingers into the wooden desk as I stare at the Emerson poem hanging on the wall while Darren fucks me from behind.
13
Georgetown T-Shirt
Darren
The couch in the formal living room is the only place that doesn’t bring up memories, and that’s probably because we never used it. Furniture from the seventeenth century isn’t meant to be very comfortable; it’s meant to look pretentiously expensive. I’ve been sitting here for the better part of the evening, unable to sleep, and now that the sun is starting to come up, the drink in my hand seems less desirable. If I’m being completely honest, it was less desirable when the sun went down.
When the doorbell rings, I’m startled out of my thoughts. Rising from the couch, I leave my drink on the antique table and walk down the hall to the foyer. On either side of the double doors are frosted glass panels, and I can see the outline of someone—someone familiar—which is the only reason I open the door.
Alistair barges in. “Dare,” he says, looking at me. “Where have you been? I’ve called you about a hundred times.”
Instead of going back into the living room, I walk down the hall towards the kitchen, Alistair following me like an angry puppy.
“I turned my phone off.”
“You didn’t come home. I was worried,” he says a little sheepishly.
“Well, if you suspected I was cheating on you, don’t worry,” I pause, “I was.” I smirk to avoid what we both know is a touchy subject.
We weren’t each others’ keepers, that’s for sure. Disappearing for some time was the norm for both of us, although these circumstances are different, and we both know it.
“Very funny. But while you were on the private jet, I was flying commercial,” he argues.
“What a travesty, having to fly first class. I’m so sorry,” I say sarcastically, turning towards the refrigerator to grab some leftovers when the smell of coffee distracts me. It’s not just any coffee, it’s the expensive kind my mother loves. Lottie doesn’t start back until Monday, so it wasn’t her. The only other person who could have used the espresso machine was Evangeline and—I look over at the counter—she didn’t leave me a cup.
Fuck.
I slam the refrigerator door closed and find Alistair leaning against the island staring at me. “You didn’t happen to bring coffee, did you?” I ask.
Alistair smacks me in the head. “You know I don’t drink coffee.”
