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The feel of his wicked mouth working me over, delving, licking, eating…it was too much. I released the hold I had on his head and laid back. My shoulders met his desk, while the sound of crinkling papers and random items fell to the floor. I hardly noticed, and cared even less.
Nothing had ever felt so wildly consuming. So intimate. His hands stayed on my ass, lifting me like he would a cup of water ready to drink it down. And that’s exactly what he was doing.
My back arched, my breasts straining against the top of my dress, felt almost pained from lack of touch. My nipples were whining for attention. A single brush of fingers or a quick pluck…anything to ease the ache. My entire body wanted his mouth and hands on it.
Lifting my hand, I went to grab my breast, then stopped. That would be inappropriate. My mind was racing, my body heating. Jack just worked faster, diving in and out of me, then flicking my clit so hard and perfectly that my lungs hurt from trying to breathe, and my thighs trembled.
I was close. So unbearably close that I could hardly take it. My breasts had never ached so badly, never wanted to be touched so desperately. I went to touch them again, then stopped. What was wrong with me!
Jack growled. Keeping his grip on my ass, he rose and leaned over me. Using his teeth, he tugged down the top of my dress enough to expose one nipple, which he quickly sucked hard, making me scream in pleasure. That was what I’d needed, but I also needed the magic he was preforming between my legs. I wanted all of it. All of him.
“Do what feels right,” he growled, releasing my nipple and settling back between my legs. When his tongue flicked my clit, I groaned and gave in to his command.
I cupped my breasts in my hands, pinching my nipples, realizing I liked the sting it left behind. One was wet from Jack’s mouth, and it only intensified that sensation.
“Good, baby,” he rasped and bit my inner thigh. “Now, let go. Let this pretty pussy of yours come.”
Let go…
Something I’d never done. Always too scared, too cold, too in my head, instead of in the moment. That wasn’t the case this time. All I felt was the moment and Jack’s mouth on me.
He ran his tongue along my slit, then delved deep, and that was all it took. Clutching my breasts, a throaty moan ripped from my chest as I came hard. Little spasms, like hummingbird’s wings flapping beneath my skin, made me shake and convulse. Jack just kept going. Licking and sucking at me, until every one of my muscles were tense and reaching for the stars from this one amazing climax.
My dress was left in disarray around me as Jack rose to stand, pushing me back on the desk just enough so that I could lay there a moment without needing his support. All I could do was stay still and catch my breath.
Jack took a few steps back, but kept that dark gaze on me.
He licked his bottom lip, and a devilish grin laced his handsome face. He just stared with a look of lusty pride on his face. When I sat up, he watched every move. I didn’t know what to say, or what happened next, so I fixed my dress quickly to cover me. I saw my panties in tatters on the floor, and finally looked at Jack.
His eyes were on fire, his body poised to pounce and devour.
A predator.
He was breathing heavy too.
“Look.” I pointed at his torso and pants. There were a few damp spots of cream looking—“Oh, no…oh God…” Mortification rose so quickly when I realized those stains were from me. When he’d thrust against me. When he rose up my body to suck at my breast. I was on him, ruining his expensive suit.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m going.” I fumbled off the desk, to my feet and prepared to run. Jack caught my arm.
“What did I say about being embarrassed?”
“This is different. I ruined your clothes with my…” I couldn’t even say the word. I didn’t know how to deal with this. I had dirtied him. Did that make what we did dirty?
“Stop,” he said harshly.
Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, something he didn’t seem to mind.
“Stop thinking,” he said against my mouth. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Feeling you come, tasting it, is the highlight of my fucking year. Do not shame yourself or make this moment to be anything other than what it was.”
“What was this moment?” I asked breathlessly.
“Fucking perfect.” He kissed me hard once more, then released me. Glancing at the clock, he said, “Looks like your lunch break is almost up. Wouldn’t want to show up late and get the boss upset.”
He was joking. I could barely tell, because Jack didn’t joke really. But everything about this situation was so far from what I’d expected or imagined. I didn’t know what to say or do. So I simply nodded and turned towards the door.
“Um, what about you?” I motioned at his suit, and God help me, I about offered to pay for dry cleaning, but that somehow sounded bad in my mind, so it’d be even worse out loud.
“Simple fix,” he said, leaning over his now messy desk to grab a remote control and pressed a button on it. One of the doors opened automatically. It was a closet with perfectly pressed suits hanging in it.
