Page 3 of A Not So Casual Christmas

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he muttered.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked as he took the hem of her sweater and lifted it over her head. Not that she cared right now. All that she cared was getting closer to him. It had been so long.

“Yes,” he moaned, cupping both of her breasts in her sensible cotton bra before yanking that off too.

“Ben,” she squeaked and then her head clunked back on the door when he dipped his head to suck on her nipple. “How did you know I’d be here?”

Pleasure zinged through her body right to her curling toes. What the hell was going on? Had she fallen and instead of amnesia got teleported into her wildest fantasy? Flames of wild desire threatened to drown her and she accepted the feelings gleefully.

“Later,” he said, caressing her. “I have to fuck you first.”

His words went straight to her clit. “Right now?” In Wilson’s shitty office in a gorgeous condo, with her entire office outside? She giggled. Why the hell not?

Ben sucked hard and then let her nipple slip through his lips. He kissed down her belly, sinking to his knees. Hooking his fingers into the top of her leggings he yanked her underwear down with them. “Right here. Right now. As soon as you’re wet enough.”

Tessa didn’t think that was going to be a problem. Especially since once she had kicked off her pants, he had pulled her leg over his shoulder and sealed his mouth between her thighs. Her other knee buckled when his tongue licked her up and down.

“Yes, please.”

She was barely aware that she was completely naked and pressed up against the door. It was like they were back in her dorm room and they had to hurry before her roommate got out of the shower. Ben tongued her pussy like it was his job and all she could do was sag against the door and enjoy it. Tessa writhed against him, needing to feel more than just his tongue inside her.

“Ben,” she whispered, trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity. “What are you doing here?”

And how long can you stay? Her heart had so many more questions.

“Making you come.” He doubled down on her clit and she gripped his head so that he wasn’t going anywhere. He remembered just what she liked and how to drive her mad.

Gritting her teeth, she rode his face until she came in a rush that almost blew her head off her shoulders.

“That’s it, pretty girl. That’s what I like.” Ben kissed his way back up as she tugged his shirt over his head.

“We’re going to get caught,” she said, with a thrill of desire. Could she get fired for fucking her old boyfriend at an office party? What a way to go! She kissed him as her hands fumbled for his belt.

His mouth took her scream of surprise when he thrust two fingers inside her. Tessa could taste herself on his tongue as she wound her arms around his neck and enjoyed the rough penetration. She spread her legs wider and kissed him deeper. When he started flicking her clit, she remembered that she had been undressing him and reached down to tug open his pants.

Tessa took his cock in her greedy hand and rubbed him slow. She wanted to squeeze her legs shut and trap his fingers so he couldn’t make her so crazy, but he had her pinned against the door, wide open for him.

“Come one more time for me and then I’ll fuck you,” Ben vowed, his eyes dark and crazy with passion.

“Just one more time?” she teased.

“Fingers, mouth, cock.” He smiled at her shuddering frame. She was lost in the orgasm. That was how he always made her come. Usually, he fingered her to an orgasm while they kissed and groped each other. Then he would lick her slow until she drenched his face. If they had the time and the place, she’d be sucking on him too while he drove her out of her mind with his talented tongue and fingers. Only then, would he fuck her until they both came. They had repeated that in countless venues over most of their lives. Usually, when they hooked up over Christmas or other occasions they’d fuck like this in a bar’s bathroom or a guest bedroom before going to a hotel or someplace more comfortable. She couldn’t wait to bring him back to her studio apartment. She’d never let him go.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Tessa moaned.

Pulling her away from the door, he sank to the floor with her. “Do you want to be on top, pretty girl?” he asked.

She pushed him prone and yanked his pants down to his knees. Tessa would have taken his thick cock in his mouth, but he stopped her.

“We don’t have the time for a marathon session. I’d come down your throat as soon as you get started. I don’t want to do that. We would need to get back to the party before I recovered enough to fuck you properly.”

Tessa shivered at his words and rubbed her breasts over his cock.

He swore. “I could come just by you doing that, but I want to be deep in your pussy when I do. Are you still on the pill?”

She nodded.

“I’m clean, but I’ll use a condom if you want.”

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