“Little rebel,” I grind out, willing my dick not to move. “You should be resting.”
“Please don’t make me rest. I want to help in some way. What are you up to?” She turns and looks at my screen, but I don’t miss the way she ever so subtly presses herself into my lap.
“Just looking at some reports. Cain is on his way over.”
“How long is he going to be?” Her eyes turn hooded, and her voice is thick.
“I don’t think this is a good idea. You’re still healing, and in case you didn’t listen to me before, you should be resting.” I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth.
“Don’t treat me like glass, Elias,” she breathes out, her bottom lip trembling slightly, and I know it’s not from anything I said—she’s just hurting. “I’ve survived worse than this without breaking. I need to feel you. To feel something. Please make me feel something.” Her voice breaks on the last word, and the last shred of my resolve breaks along with it.
I kiss her. It’s tender, it’s soft, it’s everything she needs. But I know it’s not what she wants. She wants me to make her thoughts disappear, to erase the darkness lurking there. She kisses me back, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me in to deepen the kiss. Our tongues clash lazily, like we have all the time in the world to taste each other. My cock grows in my pants, and she notices, letting out a soft moan as she gently undulates her hips.
This little rebel is going to ruin me.
“Do you want this?” I ask, pulling back and searching her face for any sign of hesitation.
“Yes, Elias. I want this. I want you. I want it all.”
She pulls me back in, our lips meeting again. I slide my hand up her exposed leg, and I find her bare, soaked pussy. I can’t stifle the groan that comes from me.
“So ready for me.”
I rub lazy circles over her clit, her hips bucking to meet my hand. I pull back just enough to still relieve the pressure, but not enough to give her what she needs. She lets out a frustrated moan, chasing the friction from my fingers. I dip my fingers inside her soaking pussy, curling them in just the right spot until she’s shaking above me. Her breath comes in hot pants against my cheek as her arousal drips down my hand. I know I’m going to have a wet patch on my sweatpants, but I don’t care.
I continue rubbing the sensitive spot inside her. The moans coming out of her are fucking filthy, and my cock strains, as if it’s gravitating towards her soaking entrance. Her thighs start to shake around my hips, and I pull my fingers out quickly. The obscene wet sounds tell me exactly how close she is. She lets out a moan in frustration.
“Elias, please let me come,” she breathes, rubbing her throbbing pussy against my thigh.
I move my fingers up towards her lips. “Taste yourself. See how sweet you taste, little rebel.”
She takes my two fingers into her mouth. She lets out a soft moan as her tongue swirls around the digits, tasting her arousal. I pull them out slowly, leaving a trail of saliva and her juices across her bottom lip, and pull her face towards mine. Our lips meet again, and I taste her on her tongue. My cock aches painfully at the brief reminder of how delicious she tastes. She grinds her hips against mine, rubbing her hot pussy against my cock through my slacks.
“Yes. Take it. Make yourself come,” I groan as I watch her pussy slide up and down the outline of my cock, leaving a dark wet patch slick with her arousal on the light gray fabric. But in this moment, there’s nothing fucking hotter.
Her body tenses as her orgasm draws near, her nails digging into my shoulders as she frantically bucks her hips back and forth against me.
“That’s it, Kat. Come for me. Come all fucking over me,” I whisper.
Her body locks up, and I push three fingers inside her as she screams and shatters against me. Her pussy clamps around my fingers as her body twitches out her orgasm. Her face is contorted with pleasure as she rides the waves of her climax before her breathing turns heavy, and she goes limp in my arms.
We stay together like this for a while, our breaths in sync as she mindlessly grinds softly against my still-hard cock. Movement on the screen to my left catches my eye, and I let out a frustrated groan.
“We’re going to have to finish this later, little rebel,” I say, buzzing Cain through the gate.
I move to get up, but she stays firm in my lap.
“I’m not leaving. I mean it when I say, I want to help. I want you. I want all of you. I don’t want to be kept in the dark anymore, Elias,” she says, her eyes locked onto mine, holding my gaze.
My chest swells with pride.
That’s my girl.
She goes to move to the other chair, but I tighten my grip around her waist, turning her back to my chest.
“You’re staying right here where you belong. Not to my left or to my right. With me.”
Her eyes turn watery at my statement, and for a split second, I see a flash of something flicker across her face. But there’s no time to explore the feelings before the sound of the office door opening cuts the moment short, and Cain walks through the door.
