Page 29 of Chasing Temptation
“I smashed your back doors in.”
“Case in point. Now…” She waves her hand in front of the somewhat flimsy drawers and waits.
“You got a crowbar or something?”
“What, no lock picking?”
“Nah, I missed that day at school.”
“Under the stairs there should be a tool box. See what you can find.”
I follow her instructions and am soon standing with my head in the understairs cupboard, rooting through a huge bag.
Crowbar in hand, I head back to find her. She’s still behind the desk, but she’s now got the computer on and is furiously writing stuff down into a notebook.
The floorboards creak as I step into the room. Her head flies up and panic fills her eyes for the briefest moment, showing me that she’s anything but fine being here, but that fear soon morphs into something else. I’ve seen that hungry look on her face once before. It was the day I unexpectedly picked her up from work and was covered in a day’s worth of dirt. I expected her to be disgusted, she didn’t seem like a girl who’d be willing to sit inside a dirty work van, but the girl I actually picked up that day was far from what I imagined.
Her eyes darken as she stares at me with the crowbar bouncing in my hand before they drop to my body. I’m wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of grey joggers, but the way she’s feasting on my body, you’d think I was naked. My cock swells as images of what I’d like to do to her in the place she lived with her cunt of a husband fill my mind.
Taking a step forward, and then another, I delight in watching her chest begin to rise and fall faster.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you over your husband’s desk right now?”
Her pupils dilate, the blue damn near vanishing as her cheeks heat and she squirms in the seat. It’s all I need to know that she’s as up for this as I am.
Sadly, when she opens her mouth, she doesn’t say what I’m hoping for.
“And do you know how badly I don’t want you back in the hospital because you’ve split your stitches? There will be no desk fucking until you’re healed.”
“Jesus.” I lift my hand to my hair, tugging on the length as I repeat those two words in my mind.Desk fucking.Her voice sounds so soft and innocent as she says them, but I know for a fact that she’s imagining it just as much as I am right now.
Stalking towards her, she wheels the chair back slightly but doesn’t really want to escape. I can see the delight in her eyes as my hands land on the arms, caging her in.
“You do like to pretend to be a good little girl, don’t you?”
“I just...d-don’t...fuck.” Her words falter when I slip my hand up the inside of her hoodie and t-shirt to find her bare breast beneath. Her nipple pebbles against my touch instantly, making my already growing cock solid with my need for her.
“Joe...we...we can’t,” she moans, the breathy sound to her voice at odds with her words.
“Says who? Your ex-husband? Fuck him. He gave up any right to an opinion the first time he mistreated you.”
“Joe, we can’t.”
“Shhh.” Wrapping my hands around her waist, I lift her from the chair and deposit her on the edge of the desk. My stomach pulls, telling me that she’s right about the fucking, but that doesn’t stop me giving her one final memory of this place in an attempt to erase a few of the old ones.
Gripping onto the waistband of her leggings, she lifts her hips and allows me to slip them from her body. I discard them in a pile on the floor before dropping to my knees and spreading her legs as wide as they’ll go.
She stares down at me as I focus on her centre. “Let’s show him how it should have been done,” I mutter before leaning forward and licking up the length of her. Her legs tremble under my palms and a moan of pleasure rips from her lips.
“Fuck yes.”
She watches me the entire time, and my chest swells with the knowledge that this moment is one she wants to remember from this house. Knowing that I might be able to take even a tiny bit of the horror away that went on under this roof is everything to me.
As I slip two fingers inside her, her muscles clamp down, making me wish it was my cock. I’m fucking desperate for her, but I also don’t want to end up back on a hospital bed being stitched up.
My fingers curl, hitting her sweet spot, and she cries my name out into the otherwise silent house. Two more licks to her clit and she’s falling, pushing out all the old nightmares and allowing this sweet memory to replace them.
I lick at her until she’s come back down from her high. Her chest heaves, her cheeks and neck flushed with her pleasure. It’s a sight to fucking behold, and it’s all fucking mine.
