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He was ready to continue arguing the point but I cut him off. I wasn't going to spend the next several hours around him if his foul mood continued. “Can you drop me over at Becky’s?”
“Why?” he asked.
“I’d like to see Gina. You’re obviously still tied up with business,” I snapped.
His face softened as he realized just how much of a prick he'd been. “Come here,” he said, rolling back from his desk.
“No,” I replied, determined not to give in to his demands.
“Come here, I said,” he growled in mock anger, a hint of amusement crossing his handsome face. He was patting his lap as if I was going to get it. I ignored him, turning my head. In a swift, panther-like move, he was out of his chair, scooping me up into his arms like a sack of potatoes, twirling me around.
“Trey!” I shrieked, laughing as he spun me around. “Stop, I’m dizzy and you’re going to make me throw up that huge breakfast you sent up.”
He stopped twirling me and sat me on his lap in his chair. I could feel his semi-erection as his hand moved inside the neckline of my dress, freeing one of my ample breasts. “Mmmm,” he breathed huskily, lowering his mouth to my nipple, now erect. His mouth covered my breast, softly licking and sucking it as my pleasure mounted. My hand was in his hair, pulling him closer to me. His other hand was going up my thigh, finding my bare skin where the frilly elastic lace ended. His fingers plied beneath my silk panties touching my wetness, probing the folds of my sex.
My hips thrust forward to meet his exploring fingers, and I moaned softly as he inserted one and then another inside of me. Our breathing was ragged. This wasn't a normal venue for our lust. Family and servants were nearby; we could be interrupted at any second. This thought made me wetter.
Trey lifted me, withdrawing his wet fingers from my sex.
No, don’t stop, please!
He placed me on top of the desk while he undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and lowered the zipper of his chinos, his erect cock springing free.
Oh my!
He tilted his chair back, pulling me back onto him, my backside resting on his left thigh. He pushed my dress up to my waist as he balanced me on one thigh. With his right hand, he pulled my silk panties aside at the leg, exposing me, making me available to him. With his thumb, he gently plied my folds apart. My breath caught in my throat.
This is so freaking hot!
Lifting me slightly, he positioned me above his erect member and gently lowered me down on top of it, his hands bracing my hips. I slid down slowly, feeling once again the pleasure of taking him deep. Once inside, he rocked in his swivel chair, the head of his cock finding its mark.
Face to face, his mouth found my released breast, tenderly sucking it while my hips gyrated on him. Heat built up at my core. He lifted me up and down, up and down; my hips continued their circular motions encasing him inside of me, squeezing his cock, greedy for another release.
“Tylar, are you going to come for me?” he breathed, freeing my other breast and taking it into his mouth as I rode him, up and down and around and around; the swivel chair squeaking rhythmically in time with our thrusts.
“Trey, I’m almost there…” I moaned, at the edge; I just needed a tiny little push. His hands squeezed my buttocks hard, and then released them.
What? Where did they go?
They were back in a second, roughly lowering my panties, exposing my ass. Trey cupped both of my butt cheeks in his palms, then released them, abruptly bringing his palms back with a stinging slap to each of them. Ouch! He repeated it again, this time thrusting his pelvis upward deeply as the stinging slaps hit my tender skin; the third time my orgasm exploded around him. I bit my hand to keep from screaming with pleasure as my climax unleashed.
Trey was right with me, his body going rigid as I continued to ride up and down on his thick shaft. He shuddered as he emptied himself into me, moaning with pleasure. Our hearts were beating so loudly and our breathing was ragged with the exertion and ultimate release of our coupling.
My hormones rolled over and lit a cigarette.
Trey gently lifted me off of him. He was definitely going to have to change his pants, I mused. He saw it too and laughed. My black dress had survived. Unfortunately, my silk panties had not. Trey and I quietly slipped out of the study and up the back staircase to his suite. We washed up in his bathroom. I slipped into a fresh pair of panties. I wasn’t going to take another shower. After all, I liked having his scent on me. We both fixed our mussed hair. No one would ever guess what we’d been up to in the study.
After programming my numbers into my new phone, I called Gina; she was over at Becky’s with Ian. They weren’t eating Thanksgiving dinner until 6 p.m. so she offered to pick me up, with Trey’s blessing. Trey’s parents had left before noon to volunteer at a soup kitchen that served Thanksgiving meals to the less fortunate. They were due back at 3 p.m. so he asked that I be back by then. That gave me over two hours to catch up with Gina. I heard a car honking outside just as I'd descended the stairway into the foyer.
“Take your coat,” Trey reminded me as he went back down the hallway toward his study. I followed him to the closet.
“Did you forget something, Trey?” I called after him as I took my coat from the hanger.
He turned back to me with a questioning look.
“A kiss?” I said, hand on my hip.
He smiled, retracing his steps down the hallway, pulling me into his arms. “You smell like sex, Tylar,” he whispered against my lips. I felt him smile against my mouth. Just then Thatcher cleared his throat behind us. He'd just exited the study, carrying a small can of WD-40 in his hand.
