Page 62 of We Were Something
“Good.”
Paige bends down and presses her lips to mine, her hands threading through my hair in a way that sends shivers down my spine.
I wrap my arms around her, encasing her and firmly gripping her ass, tugging her forward until she lets out a tiny shriek as I transfer her from my desktop to my lap.
She’s now straddling me, her short legs not long enough to reach the floor, leaving the full weight of her bearing down on my thighs and hips and…I pull her snuggly against me, against the erection I’ve been struggling to keep at bay all afternoon.
“Dr. Becker,” she says, her voice teasing as her hips shift, grinding down onto where I’m aching.
“Yes, Ms. Andrews?” I ask, my hands flexing at her hips and my mind feeling suddenly empty.
No, not empty. Full. But not full of the nagging voices that would tell me this is a mistake, against the rules, I could be fired, and anything else rational and logical.
Instead it’s full of desire and want and need that’s beginning to pump thickly through my veins at the rapid pace of my heartbeat.
Paige shifts against me again, each of us letting out a kind of breathy moan and gasp as the warmth between her legs rubs perfectly against the hard length of me in my track pants.
All I know for sure is that there is a frantic kind of energy thrumming through me, trying to convince me I should yank hard on Paige’s hips and grind her against me until I relieve this…this desperate desire to consume her.
But before I can even think about it long enough to take initiative or take control of the situation, Paige is climbing off my lap and taking all those desperate needs with her.
My face falls, and I try to clear my mind long enough to figure out what happened.
Until I watch her drop to her knees between my spread legs, her hands running up and down my thighs as she watches me with the kind of unrestrained interest she had in her gaze the night I first met her.
God, she’s gorgeous. And she was right…the sexy way she’s looking at me from behind those fucking pink glasses is driving me insane. She scratches her nails down my thighs then rubs up, getting higher and higher until her fingers slip just below my waistband, stroking softly against my skin and making my dick throb.
“Is this okay?” she whispers, and that’s when I notice she’s watching me with a mixture of desire and concern. “I know I mentioned this earlier, but I don’t want to push too fast.”
I lick my lips and put my hands over hers, lifting them to my mouth so I can kiss her wrists before placing them back where they were at my waist, the fact that she thought to pause and check in with me giving me a kind of reassurance I didn’t know I needed.
“This is perfect,” I tell her, my words coming out in a breathy rush.
Her face brightens, and she continues her seduction, her fingers stroking softly on the skin over my pelvic muscles, teasing me until I grit my teeth.
I suck in a breath as her palm flattens against the bulge pressing up through the black cotton, the pressure of her hand sending a surge of desire through me. Then she tugs back the band of my pants and boxer briefs in one go, my erection springing free.
“Look at you,” she says, her eyes flitting back and forth between my dick and my face.
She wraps her palm around me, gripping me firmly with her tiny hand, and I nearly come from that alone.
But I clench my teeth harder and blow out a steady breath, refusing to embarrass myself by blowing my load like a teenager.
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Paige says, leaning in, her tongue coming out and stroking up the length of me, from root to tip.
At the wet warmth of her, my head falls back and I grip the armrests, my fingernails digging into the faux leather. I don’t care about whether or not I might rip the seat cover off. Instead, all I can focus on is the way Paige’s tongue continues to rub against me, up and down, over and over, as she pulses her hand in tandem.
“Pictured what it would be like to suck you,” she continues, her dirty mouth sending shocking pulses of desire through me.
“Fuck, Paige,” I say, wondering how much longer I can survive the most beautiful torture.
“You’re so thick,” she says, her eyes looking up at me as she continues to lick and suck at the skin on my shaft. “I can’t wait to try to fit you down my throat.”
I nearly bite my tongue off trying to keep myself from coming, Paige’s dirty mouth something I never imagined would well up such deep-seated need within me.
And then I can’t help the desperate moan that falls from my lips as Paige puts her hot mouth around the tip of me and gently sucks. And sucks. And sucks. Her tongue stroking the mushroom head of me in tiny, maddening circles, her hand squeezing me at the base. All the while, she doesn’t take her eyes from mine, looking at me through those fucking hot pink glasses.
I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life than Paige’s eyes telling me nothing has ever tasted as good as my cock in her mouth.
