Page 14 of An Illicit Seduction

He pulled her out of her chair and spun her around to face her desk then tugged at the leg of her slacks until the elastic waistband slid down her hips and the material gathered at her knees. Hand at her back, he ignored her continued questions and pushed her forward until her chest rested on the desk. Next, he sat in the chair he’d just removed her from and spread her cheeks with his hands before diving, tongue first, into her pussy.

He licked and slurped noisily, seemingly unconcerned that it was the middle of the day and they were in a very crowded office building with only one door separating them from the rest of Seraph’s department. Seraph stretched her arms on either side of her and gripped the edges of her glass desk as she held on for dear life while he feasted on her flesh. When he added his fingers to the party, slipping and sliding through her folds before finding her clit between her still clenched thighs, her body began to quake. She jerked in his hold, reflexively trying to run from the sensations he was commanding from inside of her.

“Why now?” she managed to ask, grunting the words out as the desk bit into her stomach. There was more to the question, but her voice failed her. Why at this moment? Why at work? Why in her office? Why?

He pulled his tongue from inside of her, and she wasn’t sure if she was angrier at him for stopping or herself for asking a question that required his mouth to answer.

“I can’t even think straight if my face isn’t between your legs. Don’t deny me this.”

His words triggered something inside of her, and before she knew it, she was coming. Heat flooded her body, and the stiff points of her nipples pressed into the desk as her orgasm washed over her. She panted and gasped and whisper-shouted curses, working overtime to keep her voice from being heard on the other side of the door that just wasn’t built to contain these kinds of sounds. As the waves subsided, she released the edges of the desk and slid her palms against the top, thinking she was about to get up, but the head of Damon’s dick at her entrance made her moan and collapse back into position.

“Damon,” she whined, “I thought we said we’d only do this once.”

He pushed inside of her, chunks of her ass clenched between each of his palms. He groaned and landed a sharp slap to one of her cheeks. “I never said that shit. That was all you.”

“It’s…shit…the right thing to do.”

She felt several of her twists lift from her shoulders as Damon wrapped them around his fist like boxer’s tape. “The right thing for you to do is to take this dick.”

He didn’t really leave her any choice as he pulled her hair with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other as he began thrusting into her without preamble. Her eyes fluttered closed as she succumbed to his instruction. With her chest rising off of the desk and her neck bent backward, she rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, trying to give as good as she was getting.

A rough chuckle alerted her that Damon figured out what she was doing. Instead of responding, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and suddenly, she felt the disarming sensation of falling before she landed in his lap, still connected to him, and realized that he had sat down in her chair.

“You wanted to work,” he husked, “so work.”

No additional were needed. Seraph gripped the arms of her chair and wound her hips over him, grinding in his lap so that every rotation made the head of his dick scrape against a spot inside of her that her had hissing and moaning above him. With her in the driver’s seat, solely focused on her own release, it didn’t take long for that familiar feeling to rise up her body again. She trembled as another orgasm surged toward her, her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated.

“Yeah,” Damon murmured appreciatively as his hand trailed up her body, under her blouse, until he was cupping her breasts over her bra. “Give me that nut. I fucking need that shit.” He thumbed her hardened nipples through the thin material, and her head fell back against his shoulder, the added effect too much for her to handle. Biting her lip, she stilled in his lap and groaned as she came once again.

He lifted her off his dick and pushed her chest back onto the desk, and before Seraph had a moment to anticipate his next move, she felt several splashes of hot come land on her bare ass. Without moving from her position on the desk, she flailed her hand around until she reached the top drawer on her desk and pulled it open. She rummaged around until her fingers closed over a package of tissues, but as she tried to awkwardly bend her arm and pull it toward her, it was plucked out of her hand. The sound of the perforation being broken open was loud in the quiet room. She held her breath as Damon wiped all traces of his spend from her skin before gasping when his tongue touched the curve of her cheek in an open-mouthed kiss. He tugged her slacks and underwear back up and stood back when she straightened and turned to face him.

Grabbing her chin, he tilted her head up until they were eye-to-eye. “Next time, I’mma feed it to you.”

Her eyes closed and she shuddered at the promise in his voice. His hand fell from her face, and when she opened her eyes, he was opening the door and walking out. Leaning against her desk, she readjusted her panties and slacks and made sure her boobs weren’t hanging out of her bra.

Not even two minutes after Damon walked out of her office there was a sharp knock on her door. She hurried back across the room, swiping at her pant legs, praying there were no stains on them and pulled open the door to reveal Vanessa and Sierra standing there with twin grins on their faces. She hadn’t been expecting them, but it wasn’t unusual for the two of them to pop up on her and pull her away from her computer for a long lunch. Twyla didn’t have the freedom to join in, and it was something she always pouted about when they discussed it later. Stepping aside, Seraph let her friends inside her office and self-consciously tugged at the hem of her blouse while their backs were to her.

“Was that Damon we just saw leaving your office?”

“Oh? Yeah, probably. He stopped by to invite me to lunch, but I have too much work to do.”

Sierra eyed her shrewdly. “Mmmhm. That’s weird because he was adjusting his tie and buttoning his cufflinks. Did he take all of that off to ask you to lunch?”

“Mmhmm,” Vanessa cosigned.

Reaching up, Seraph tugged the loose elastic out of her twists and fixed her ruined ponytail. “He was probably fixing that stuff because it was a mess after the afternoon delight he’d had.”

Vanessa’s mouth dropped open, and Sierra jumped out of her chair.

“Afternoon delight?? Bitch, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Folding her arms across her chest, Vanessa smirked. “It sounds like she’s saying she just gave Damon some pussy for lunch.”

Seraph covered her face with her hands and shook her head as she laughed. “He definitely ate, so I guess you would be right, Nessa.”

Both women squealed, and Seraph rolled her eyes playfully. She hadn’t known how they would react to the news, but she had planned to err on the side of caution and withhold all information until she had forgotten the memory of Damon’s dick inside of her. With her plans promptly ruined, she had to say that she was relieved that things seemed to be okay so far.

“How long has this been going on, and why are we just finding out?!”