Page 15 of Secretary Crush
“Fuck, Hudson,” she breathes out, and hearing her talk so dirty has me even more excited. I’ve never heard her talk dirty before, and knowing that I’m the reason is enough to have me coming undone. I can’t think of anything but sliding deep inside that tight, hot little body of hers.
I lay her back on the stainless steel table she’s on and kiss my way down her body. She gasps when her hot skin meets the cold table, but she doesn’t reject as I kiss my way over her flat stomach. My hands are already unfastening her jean shorts. I unzip them and start pulling them down her legs. She’s wearing a pair of flip-flops today, and when I yank her shorts over her feet, the thin foam falls away from her feet. She’s lying in front of me now in nothing but a black lace thong.
My mouth is practically fucking watering as I kiss my way over her belly button and to her hip bone. My fingers slip beneath the waistband, and I stop and pull away. I look up her body, about to hate myself for asking, but the question comes out anyway. “Are you sure about this, El?”
She lifts her head, and her eyes meet mine. Without replying, she lifts her hips and pushes her panties down her legs. After dropping them onto the floor, she spreads her legs for me.
“What do you think?” she whispers.
I wet my lips and dive in.
As I run my tongue between her folds, she drops her head back to the table as a long sigh leaves her lips. I suck her sensitive nub into my mouth and flick my tongue against it over and over, and her hips lift off the table. I want to slide my fingers inside her, but I want to enter her in a different way first. The first part of me to be inside her will not be my fingers.
My hands are on either side of her thighs, holding her legs open as I push her closer and closer to her release. Finally, I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t enter her soon. I reach for my waist and unfasten my belt. I unbutton my jeans and unzip them at lightning speed. Finally, I push them down my hips until my painfully hard dick is free and standing at attention. I pull my mouth away from her, and she lets out a whine until she notices that she’s already in my arms.
Her mouth moves to mine as her legs wrap around my thighs. Reaching between us, I position myself at her entrance. One of my hands is on her ass, holding her up so my tip can press against her opening. When I’m in place, I begin pulling her down onto my dick, and she lets out a long, deep moan of relief as she breaks our kiss and lets her head dip back.
I swear, I see fucking stars. My back is against the table so I have a little help staying upright. There isn’t a single place in this garage where I can lay her down, so standing and holding her against me is our only option for now. But she’s so tiny that her weight in my hands doesn’t even register. Hell, I’ve lifted motors that weigh more than her.
When she’s taken all I have to give, and her skin is pressing against mine, I hold firm to her hips, not allowing her to move an inch as I adjust to her tightness and heat. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she was a virgin by how tight she is.
“Hudson, please. I need…more,” she breathes out as she moves her mouth back to mine.
So innocent and so greedy all at the same time.
With my hands on her hips, I lift her up and pull her back down on me. She whimpers, and I hang on for dear life. My hips begin to thrust into her as fast as they can move, my hands simply supporting her weight and holding her in the perfect place. She begins to tighten around me, and I thrust harder, deeper. I don’t slow or stop until I’m pushing her over the edge. She lets out a loud moan as her cries fill the shop around us and echo off the bare concrete and aluminum walls.
My release is rising too, but I don’t allow it to take me over. Not yet. I’m nowhere near ready for this to be over. I keep pushing, keep thrusting, keep rolling my hips against her. When she’s ridden out every last wave of her orgasm, her mouth moves to mine, and she kisses me hard and fast. She sucks on my tongue like she can’t get enough of me, and when I’m out of breath and only seconds away from erupting inside her, she moves her mouth to my neck, where she bites and sucks at my skin.
My hips move faster, deeper, and before I know it, I’m falling over along with her. My release consumes me, and I give in to it. I forget to breathe. I forget to think. All I can do is let my body go through the motions. I may as well be blind. I don’t see her in front of me or the shop around me. I can’t think. All I can do is feel the pure bliss that’s running through my veins. My heart is racing, pumping the euphoric feeling through my body even faster. I’m completely fucking high off her right now. I may as well be in another world entirely. My hips keep going and going and going until nothing is left. Finally, they go still, and slowly, I float back down into my body. My vision returns, and I find her in my arms, her chest rising and falling quickly as she catches her breath.
My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. It’s racing right alongside hers. I can feel it in my chest. My lungs are gasping for air, and I finally give them what they need as I take shallow breath after shallow breath until they have enough air to breathe normally again. Slowly, she unwinds herself from around me, and I set her on her feet. I turn my back to her as I pull my jeans back up into place. I zip them, button them, and then refasten my belt. Grabbing my shirt off the ground, I pull it back over my head. Finally, I turn to face her.
She’s pulled her panties back into place, and I laugh when I see my greasy handprints all over her body. She turns and looks at me with a lifted brow.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve dirtied your skin,” I tell her, motioning toward her ass, hips, sides, and back.
She twists and turns until she sees it, then her laughter mixes with mine.
We managed to kick over the oil pan in the middle of our activities, so I bend down and set it back upright. I grab the kitty litter and start pouring it onto the spill before someone slips and ends up hurt. She resumes dressing.
The kitty litter does its job, and I grab the broom to sweep it up. I’m lost in my thoughts. Did I fuck up? How are things going to change now? That’s when she speaks.
“You know we didn’t do anything wrong.”
I glance in her direction. “I know we’re both consenting adults, but I’m your boss. I’ve never slept with an employee before.”
She laughs. “All your employees are men.”
“You know what I mean,” I say, tossing the broom to the side as I massage my temples.
She steps directly in front of me, and her hands pull mine away from my face. “I think we both know how much we’ve been trying to hold off giving in to our feelings.”
I don’t confirm or deny.
“It was only a matter of time, Hudson. And who cares that you’re my boss. We’ll keep things quiet if you want. I just know that I don’t want to stop.”
