Page 33 of Be Your Anything
“I want you inside me,” she whispers, a little whimper falling from her mouth as I press against her core.
“I might have been the boss in this little game tonight, but you’re clearly in charge right now,” I say through gritted teeth. Then I grip her behind the neck and bring her mouth back to mine. “Take what you want…Ms. Day.”
Lennon kisses me, hard and aggressive, and I feel her hands working between us to maneuver me exactly where she wants me. She tugs her panties to the side and notches me between her lips.
Then she sinks all the way down on me.
“Fuck!” I bark out, my eyes clenching shut as my entire body floods with heat.
Lennon whimpers in my ear.
My hands drop to her ass, palming her cheeks to hold her in one spot.
“If you move, I’ll come right now,” I say, panting slightly and feeling a little frustrated at my lack of control over my body.
Lennon stays as still as she can, but not for long.
“I can’t,” she whispers, and I feel her muscles clench around me. “Shit, Lucas, I need to move.”
Her hips begin to rotate, the pleasure from her wetness surrounding me causing my hips to move along with her.
“Ah, god, Lucas, it’s so good,” she says, sounding nearly on the edge of tears. “Please,” she whimpers.
I love when I get her to the point where she uses my name. I’m almost always Mr. Pearson or sir in these little games we play, but I know when she cries out my name, when she can only focus on how good she feels and not on the role I’m supposed to be playing, we’re close to the good part.
I feel the orgasm at the base of my spine, and I know I have to give in to it.
Lifting Lennon up slightly, I grip her hips and slam her down, making us both cry out. Then I’m pumping into her, over and over, her hips in my hands, her body arching, her pussy fluttering as we both chase that thing that makes us both barely able to breathe.
“I’m coming,” I mutter, denying my kneejerk desire to hold still inside her.
Instead, I continue to pump in and out, pushing my own pleasure until it’s nearly unbearable, stopping only once Lennon pulses around me, her nails digging into my chest as she cries out her own release.
She drops forward, her body collapsing on top of mine, and I relish the pants of breath she lets out, knowing it was me who gave her that feeling.
“That was new,” she says after a moment, still panting slightly, her voice muffled where her face presses against my shirt. “Usually we can’t get naked fast enough.” She lifts her head, and I reach up to tuck some of her hair back behind her ear. “We’re still wearing practically all of our clothes.”
I chuckle, and so does Lennon, her own giggle causing her muscles to contract around me. My body shudders, still sensitive as one final pulse of pleasure slices through me.
“Sorry,” she whispers as I pull out.
Lennon lifts up onto her knees and grabs a box of tissues from the top of a filing cabinet, pulling a few free for me before tending to herself.
We spend the next few minutes cleaning up, tucking ourselves away and righting our clothes. It’s always a sad moment when I watch Lennon put those gorgeous breasts away.
Normally, when we’re done, we’re in bed and I have a few minutes to look at them or play with them some more, maybe go for a round two.
But today, I have to remind myself we’re in a public place—her place of work—and someone could walk in at any minute. Even with the door closed, really the only thing achieved was the muffling of sound.
The glass walls looking out to the central part of the floor might provide some wonderful sunlight during the day, but in the evening, especially this evening, any potential nighttime visitor may have gotten quite the view.
Thankfully, it doesn’t look like anyone will be getting popped for public indecency today.
“Thanks for dinner and an orgasm,” she says, grinning at me from where she sits at her desk, pulling her hair up into a loose ponytail. “It was just the little distraction I needed.”
I grin, enjoying her bee-stung lips and flushed face. “I mean, I wouldn’t saylittle,but…”
She laughs, tucking a few loose strands behind her ears, and I’m struck by how beautiful she looks, all mussed up like that.
