Page 102 of Untethered Heart
“You’re good!” he yells, throwing a thumb up. “I put on some screamo. Seemed fitting.” Then he goes back to his typing.
Caleb looks at me, clearly confused, and I push him into his office before I lose my nerve.
“What’s going on?” he asks, adjusting his glasses.
Once we’re inside his office, I close the door and flip the lock. I spin around, pressing my back against it as Caleb stands in the middle of the room, waiting.
“Siren?”
“When Isabelle called me earlier”—I push off the door and stalk towards him, swaying my hips and unbuttoning my dress as I get closer—“I remembered something you said not long ago.”
“Yes,” he says, the word ravaged, as if pulled through smoke and flames.
I release the buttons down to my navel and lift the thin straps off my shoulders, dropping my dress to the floor while I stand there in nothing but my gold heels. The same ones I wore to Claire’s party. He kept looking at my legs that whole night, and I have a feeling it had something to do with the way the straps wrapped up my calves.
“Fuck.”
That one rasped word is enough to inject another dose of confidence through my body. I lengthen my spine and step outof the fabric pooled around my feet. As I pass Caleb, stunned and rooted to the spot, I grab onto his tie and pull him behind me.
“Have I died and gone to heaven?” he asks as his hands find my hips and start smoothing circles over the skin there. He willingly follows as I guide us behind his desk. I spin, placing my hands on his chest, and gently push him down into his chair.
I can already feel my arousal gathering at the apex of my thighs. I lean down and kiss him deep, and he lets me keep control, only taking as much as I give. I move his keyboard out of the way and then I sit my bare arse on his desk.
“Do you remember telling me you imagined eating me at your desk?”
He groans, and I’m briefly worried I broke my boyfriend. He’s squirming in his seat, palms running up and down his thighs as his eyes focus on my pussy.
“Baby, are you serious?”
I spread my legs wider, setting a foot on each armrest of his chair, and then pull it forward, dragging him in closer.
Leaning back on my elbows, I get comfortable. “I’m very serious when it comes to you.”
He practically face dives into my pussy, sucking on my clit and groaning. He eats me like I’m his favourite meal. In fact, I’m sure he’s told me multiple times that I am. The enthusiasm with which he lashes his tongue up and down only serves to fan the flames of my own heady desire. I drop my head back and moan, and he licks and sucks and nips between my legs.
His palms hold on to my hips and guides them all over his eager mouth, while he moans just as loudly as me.
“Don’t save me, I want to die here.” He sighs.
I roll my hips, fucking his face and chasing the high. “Caleb,” I cry.
“Fuck, Lex. You’re so wet, you’re dripping all over my desk,” he says, and he flicks his tongue against my clit. “I’m gonna gethard every time I walk into the office and remember you spread out for me.”
He brings a finger to my pussy, rubbing up and down where I’m soaked. When he sucks my clit and flicks his tongue at the same time, I cry out, and then two fingers slip inside me.
“Yessss,” I moan and continue moving my hips against him.
“Goddamn, you own me, baby.”
His fingers pump faster, and his tongue matches the pace. He growls as he destroys me with his ardent pursuit of my release.
“Come for me, Lex, so I can get inside you.”
His free hand travels over my stomach and up to my breast, pinching at a nipple. My back arches off the desk, and I clutch his wrist, needing him to ground me while my other hand finds the back of his head, holding him firm against me.
“Fuck. Ride my face, Siren.”
My hips move with wild abandon, claiming the coil of need tightening in my stomach with fury. I’m panting and moaning and spinning out of control when my orgasm bursts through me.
