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Nimble fingers deftly unbutton my blouse, untuck it from my skirt and toss it aside in one smooth move, my bra following close behind. A little voice in the back of my head reminds me that only a locked door separates me from my co-workers, but it promptly shuts the fuck up the moment his mouth clamps around a pert nipple. The other one, he rolls between his thumb and forefinger, rapidly creating an ache only he can soothe as white-hot pleasure shoots down my spine and settles between my thighs.
He grunts against my skin, slipping a hand between my ass and the desk so he can hoist me higher, get more of me in his mouth. I arch my back to achieve the same thing, one hand needily gripping his hair, the other clamped over my mouth in a weak attempt to stifle the noises escaping me.
When my hips start grinding against his, he releases my nipple with a wet plop and I groan in quiet protest. I try to guide him back to where I want him but he resists, his stubborn smirk burning my collarbones. Leaving a trail of wet kisses up my neck, he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. “How many times did he fuck you, Luna?”
I don't answer at first. I barely even hear him. I'm way too caught up in the hand hovering above the waistband of my skirt, the muscles in my stomach contracting downright painfully in anticipation. Rough fingers tweak my nipple. “Answer me, sweetheart.”
“Eight.” Eight times. Easy to remember because it was eight times I felt guilty as hell. Eight times that instead of enjoying the post-orgasm haze, I drowned my sorrows in wine and ice cream. Eight times that I showered with the water on boiling hot in the hopes it would erase the icky feeling from my skin.
Teeth nip at my jaw. “Did he make you come?” I know better than to hesitate this time, nodding jerkily. A displeased noise rumbles in his chest. “How many times?”
“Every time.”
“That's eight orgasms you owe me,” he murmurs huskily, snapping my waistband when I dare to protest. “But I'm gonna round it up to ten. And I'm gonna start collecting today. That okay with you?”
I nod so fast my head spins a little.
Jackson wastes no time yanking my skirt up and slipping a hand between my thighs, a groan escapes him when he finds me soaking wet and throbbing for him. Two fingers slip inside me easily, his thumb rapidly circling my clit. That combined with his head dropping and his teeth tugging on my nipple again is all it takes for me to clamp down around him, muffling my moans in his neck as I come, hard.
I feel his smirk against my skin. “One.”
He barely gives me a chance to recover before I'm being gently pushed onto my back, my hips lifted off the desk so he can shed the rest of my clothes. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch as he gets down on his knees, throwing my legs over his shoulders.
I promptly fall back again when he disappears between my thighs.
Keeping my whimper in is an impossible task as his tongue slips inside me, fingers digging into my ass and lifting me closer to his mouth. He fucking devours me, unrelenting, a man on a mission and that mission is to drive me out of my fucking mind.
And he's succeeding. I'm incoherent. Nothing but a boneless puddle, limp on the desk. Tears brew in my eyes from the effort of keeping quiet, and I have to squeeze them shut because watching him fucking destroy me is too much. Teeth graze my clit and I'm undone again, drawing blood with how hard I bite down on my lip. I've barely ridden out the second one before the third hits, and I'm convulsing on the desk, soaking the wooden surface, drenching his face.
I'm panting like I've just run a marathon when he finally relents, wiping his sodden lips on my inner thighs. “Two.” His lips press just below my belly button, tongue flicking out to momentarily catch the jewelry dangling there. He rises higher, giving my nipple piercings the same treatment before his smug face hovers above mine. “And three.” The corners of his mouth twitch as he gazes down at me, eyes tracing every inch of my slack body. “You ruined your desk.”
I just about manage to lift a limp arm enough to pinch his bicep. “Shut up.”
I barely get the words out before he's kissing me, cupping my cheeks with both hands as he helps me sit up again. I'm spent, or at least I thought I was until he flexes his hips against mine and I get a feel of the throbbing erection straining against his sweats trying to get to me, and suddenly I'm desperate again.
Realizing he's still fully clothed and I'm entirely naked—bar the heels on my feet—I hurriedly rid him of his t-shirt before tugging down his sweats. My actions are foiled halfway there when I'm abruptly lifted and spun around, my wobbly legs barely supporting me as I'm bent over the desk.
A heavy, delicious weight settles over me, Jackson's breath tickling my ear. “Did he fuck you in here?”
I hesitate briefly before nodding. The first time, it happened in here. It was the week after Thanksgiving, the week after what would've been our anniversary. I was sad, and I was so sick of being sad, so when we happened to be the last two people left in the office one night and he was a little flirty, I reciprocated.
The warmth enveloping me disappears as Jackson pulls back, one hand creeping up my back to tangle in my air, the other smoothing over my ass. “I'm gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.”
My fingers curl into fists, knuckles white and palms stinging from my nails digging into them. “Please.”
Gently, he rocks his hips into my ass. When I push back against him greedily, he chuckles. “It's gonna be hard and fast but you'll take it like a good girl.“ I whine in response, earning a harsh slap on the ass. “Yes, Luna?”
“Yes.”
There's the brief rustling of fabric before I feel his bare flesh against mine, his hard cock sliding between my thighs, the head nudging my clit, teasing me. Greedy hands spread my ass as he eases inside my pussy, a simultaneous low groan escaping us as he sinks into the hilt. He only gives me a second to adjust, just enough for the breath to return to my lungs and the stinging pain of him stretching me wider than what scientifically should be possible to reduce.
And then he does exactly what he said he was going to do.
I grip the edges of the desk for dear life. Every long, hard, deep thrust threatens to knock me off-balance. It's loud, the sound of his skin slapping against mine, too loud, and I should be worried about it but I can't quite bring myself to be.
The hand in my hair jerks my head to the side, a silent demand for me to look at him, and I crane my neck as much as possible so I can. “Every time you sit at this desk, you're gonna think of me.” He punctuates his grunted words with an extra-enthusiastic thrust. “Not him.Me. You're gonna think about me fucking this tight little pussy. You're gonna think about how good I felt inside you. You're gonna remember how you moaned my name and how you soaked my fucking cock.”
“Jackson,” I beg, I'm not sure what for, I just know I need something from him. Hands on my hips rearranging me, lifting me higher, and I cry out as he hits a spot inside me that has my vision going blurry. “Fuck, please don't stop.”
