Page 119 of Ugly Truths
Turning, Elena leans against the desk, the champagne flute dangling from her fingertips. I take no time to pin her there, using my knee to make space between her thighs. The move forces her to sit back fully to accommodate me. The amused expression she wears turns a shade wicked as she lifts the flute back to her mouth.
The moment the liquid touches her lips, my index finger is at the bottom of the glass, gently tipping it upward. Her eyes narrow from over the edge, and my grin widens.
I push the glass slightly too far as she reaches the end, just enough that a dribble of champagne escapes from the corner of her mouth, trailing down to bead enticingly under her chin.
Only once the flute is empty and she sets it down do I reach for that streak of champagne, dragging my thumb up to the corner of her lips before bringing it to my mouth, salivating at the tartness and her.
Elena’s pupils dilate. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears so loudly I can barely hear anything else.
I carefully slide the champagne glass further from her side and then, with a bit more force than intended, thread my fingers through her hair. The angle I tilt her head allows me to see all of her, prompting the most beautifully genuine smile to grace her full lips.
Elena rubs the silk material of my tie between her fingers. “I’m so proud of you,” she breathes, blinking away the small sheen that coats those honey eyes. Every muscle in my body contracts before I pounce.
My mouth crashes to hers so hard that my glasses dig into the bridge of my nose, but I don't care. Elena uses her hold on my tie to pull me down just as hard as I am pressing. I invade her mouth, stealing any breath she might have.
But it's not enough.
Her hands wander to my abdomen, fingers tracing the contours until they reach the front of my belt. She shimmies to the edge of the desk and begins to undo the buckle, sending waves of pure fire down my spine, the heat pooling right beneath her hands.
I pull back just enough to whisper raggedly against her mouth, “Will you be quiet for me?”
Biting the edge of her lip, Elena nods and whispers back, her breath hot against my skin, “Only if you can do the same for me.”
With my body nearly vibrating, I barely register that Elena has also unbuttoned my pants, slipping her hand under my boxer briefs to free my cock from the already strained fabric and firmly wrapping her fingers around my length
I let out a groan, definitely too loud. Elena quickly hushes me, “Ah, ah. Quiet, remember?”
She begins her expert ministrations between our stomachs. Sparks zip through me; one hand shoots out to steady myself on the desk, the other digs into the flesh of her thigh. I lean into her, head dropping near her shoulder, hips pumping as she squeezes and pulls just the way I like. Her vanilla perfume invades my senses, caressing me like her hands.
I can barely catch my breath when Elena's teeth graze my earlobe, her voice dropping. “Do you want me here or against the windows?” she asks, speaking my fantasies into existence. Her thumb swirls around my tip, spreading the bead of precum across the head before working my shaft once more. “Or maybe you want me on my knees under the desk?”
The image of her submitting to me so prettily ricochets through my mind like a bullet.
Jesus fuck.This won’t last more than ten more seconds if she keeps going.
I grab her wrist and pull. Her exhale is sharp as I turn and press her chest flat against the desk, the sound filling the room with an audiblewhoosh.
My hands find the edge of her skirt, hiking it over her hips to reveal the panties hugging her perfect ass. Scars disappear and reappear around the edges of the fabric. I nudge her heels apart with my foot, and she shifts obediently, granting me the space I need.
I admire the view and squeeze the base of my cock.
Pressing my chest to her back, my fingers slide between her legs and over the soaked material that hides what I want. I have to stifle another groan. “All this for me?”
A soft whimper escapes her lips in our silence as I apply just a hint of pressure.She's such a good listener like this. Always willing to take whatever I give her.
My thumbs hook into the sides of the panties, yanking them down her legs until they reach her knees. Only then do I use the tip of my shoe to press them down to her ankles and fit my cock to the seam of her ass. A tremor racks her body.
I pull back just enough to line myself up, savoring the wet heat that greets my tip. With a firm hand, I guide myself home in one long stroke. Her cheek falls to the cool surface of the desk, fogging up the shiny wood as she tries to contain her initial moan.
Fucking stunning.
My rhythm is sudden and punishing, needing to feel her grip and slide around me like I need my next breath. Elena’s body glides up and down the desk before she plants her hands firmly on the opposite edge, bracing herself and pressing back into my strokes. The champagne glass chimes faintly, vibrating with the movements.
When I pull her back and impale her fully on my cock, her mouth opens in a silent scream. I curse, stars dancing behind my eyelids, trying to think of anything to stop myself from emptying into her too soon. Myfingers dig into her flesh as I touch every part of her. But even as I grab her ass, her hips, her thighs—whatever I can reach—I'm not sure I’ll ever be fully satisfied unless I'm living under her skin like a parasite.
Hooking a hand under Elena’s ribs, I pull her up until her back is flush against my chest. She obeys, allowing me to take whatever I need. One of her arms loops around the back of my neck to draw me down until our mouths meet over her shoulder.
My hands greedily roam up and down her sides, kneading her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress and bra. Each little gasp Elena lets escape only fuels me further.
