“No bra,” he commented. “You really do listen well.”
“Do you include this in your mentoring fee?” I teased.
Oren laughed against my neck, the sound rippling across my skin and causing mini shockwaves of pleasure. “No, but maybe I should.”
He kneaded my breasts experimentally, his hands not quite as deft as Ronan’s but no less eager. I wanted so badly to turn around and touch him, but he’d made it very clear what I was and was not allowed to do.
“Clothes off,” he said, his hands suddenly pulling away and I already mourned the loss of them.
But I quickly stood to my feet, unbuttoning the rest of my blouse and wiggling out of my skirt until I was naked in front of him. No panties either. Oren bit his lip, watching me in silence.
I could practically see the gears turning in his head.
He lived off of numbers and observations. I was eager to find out how that played into the way he took women to bed. Or, his office table in his case. He walked toward me, tentative almost. A hint of that old reservation slipping through.
But when we kissed, I could practically feel the fire ignite inside of him. His hands slid up my bare hips, sliding up the sides of my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my bare breasts pressing into his clothed torso..
My body was sensitive in the slight chill of the office, and I moaned in a mix of discomfort and pleasure as my hardening nipples rubbed against the material. I wanted more of him. I wanted him naked too, giving me access to explore him until I knew what sounds he made in the throes of pleasure.
Like I was building some sort of collection.
But I promised that I would stick to the rules for now. His hand drifted between my legs, fingers slipping through the slick that had already started pooling there. I shuddered against him.
“So wet,” he commented in what sounded almost like wonder. “So wet and we haven’t even started yet.”
He gently pushed me back until I was laying on the empty desk, fully exposed to him. It was such a vulnerable experience, and a bit of a mindfuck given that while I was completely naked, he hadn’t removed so much as a stitch of clothing.
But for some reason he wanted it this way and oddly enough, there was something rather erotic about it. He rolled back his sleeves, pinning them at the elbow. Even though there was a hunger in his eyes, it was always tempered by gentleness.
It was that detail that made me okay with doing this in the first place.
He climbed on top of the desk and leaned over me, lowering himself to kiss the valley of my breasts. His kisses trailed down, my hands tangling in his hair; the only allowance he’d made for what part of him I was allowed to touch.
I made a pathetic mewling sound when he reached my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. It was a strange but arousing feeling, and my toes curled slightly. The entire time he kept his eyes on me, watching every single reaction.
Probably committing them all to memory to torture me with later.
Then he finally reached his destination, his hands sliding up my thighs and gently pushing them apart. He kissed the side of my knee.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his eyes fixed to the most intimate part of me. I held my breath. He continued alternating kisses between each thigh, lower and lower until finally his mouth latched onto my clit and I practically howled as my hips surged up.
Oren grabbed hold of them, keeping me pinned down to the desk. Lashes of white-hot pleasure struck every nerve-ending as he went to work between my legs, sucking and licking until I cried out, already overstimulated.
I could feel myself dripping, but instead of lapping it up the way Lucas had, he simply dragged a finger through my wetness, then slowly pushed the digit inside me. I adjusted around the invasion, but I was so turned on that it wasn’t uncomfortable.
In fact, he barely gave me time to get used to it before adding a second. It took every ounce of self-control to remember that I was supposed to be quiet. I bit into my palm, trying to muffle the sounds that were clawing their way up my throat as he began to relentlessly suck on my clit.
“So pretty,” he mumbled against me, his eyes heavy-lidded as though he was getting drunk off my pleasure. When he’d had his fill of my pussy, his mouth travelled lower still. The first prod of his tongue at my ass had my eyes fly open and a startled moan escape me.
He only chuckled, then slapped my butt cheek. “Turn over.”
Calm, direct, authoritative. Anyone else and I wasn’t sure I would be able to do this. But I obeyed him, turning over and propping my ass in the air like he’d instructed me to do, backarched. His tongue went right back to finish the job, as low, surprised moans spilled out of me at just how good it felt.
No one had ever done this to me before and it had never crossed my mind to even try. Why hadn’t I ever wanted to try this? Oren’s hands were gripping fistfuls of my ass, holding me still whenever I tried to squirm away from the pleasure.
And then I felt it.
Somewhere in between the blur of sensations, I felt a lubricated finger circle the rim of my asshole. My stomach turned, suddenly nervous. I’d been so caught up that I hadn’t even noticed him reaching for the lube.
