Page 19 of London Inked Boys: The Complete Trilogy
She wears a cotton dress which just begs to be flipped up.
There’s a massive boardroom-style table in the middle of the room. Blinds cover the windows, offering us privacy.
Reaching down, I hook my hands behind her thighs and lift her. Her calves wrap around my hips, and with my mouth consuming hers, I carry her over to the table. I place her on the smooth, polished, dark wood, which I know will be cool beneath her bare thighs.
“Art!” she gasps. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fuck you hard on this table, that’s what I’m doing.”
“Oh!”
I try to pull the cardigan she wears away from her shoulders but she grabs it and pulls it back up again. “No, leave it. Someone might walk in.”
I’m not going to fight her on that. The rest of her clothing makes access to what I want easy enough.
We fumble frantically, me dragging up her skirt, her yanking at my fly. Our hands are everywhere, pulling at clothing, trying to expose skin. I bend my head and suck her nipple through the thin material of the dress, feeling it harden and pucker beneath my tongue. I want her so badly, desperately. Nothing else matters.
Tess works my zipper and the air hits my cock, moments before her hand wraps around my length. Her small, slim fingers make my erection look huge, and I take pleasure in glancingdown and seeing her work my shaft. She’s watching, too, her dark hair falling over her face, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“Fuck, you’re so damned sexy.”
She does look insanely wanton, dishevelled and flushed.
My fingers slip up the smooth length of her slender thigh, until I meet with the silky material of her underwear. I press against the front, feeling the already damp material. She gives a moan and circles her hips, pressing against my fingertips. From her body language, I can tell she wants more.
I roll her panties down, Tess lifting herself up slightly so I can pull them down her thighs, and then I throw them to the side. I drag her closer again, settling between her legs. Her calves wrap back around my hips. I reach between them to position my cock at her entrance. Holding my hard length firm, I rub the head up and down her slit, over her clit, making her gasp, and smearing my pre-cum and her wetness over us both.
Tess arches her hips forward, clinging to me, and urging me on. “Now, Art. I want you now.”
I don’t need any further encouragement. With a slight angling of my hips and a push forward, I slide balls deep. Her inner muscles hold me tight, her hot, wet channel encasing me, sending me dizzy with bliss.
My movements are short and fast, slamming into her. Her arms wrap around my neck, her sweet, hot mouth kissing mine. I know I won’t last too long, aware we might have someone banging on the door at any moment. I reach down and my thumb finds her clit. The result is instant, her gasping, breaking the kiss to bury her face against my neck.
I fuck her hard, circling her clit, driving deeper. My orgasm builds, tightening in my arse and rising up through my balls. The muscles in my backside and thighs bunch like rope, and I’m coming, coming…
Tess cries out, and her pussy clenches tight around me. That’s all I need. I let myself go, hot cum surging up from my balls. Realising what I’m about to do, I quickly pull out. Streams of white ribbons land on her flat stomach, and I groan as my orgasm hits again.
I catch my breath and look down to see the mess I made on her skin.
“Shit, sorry.” I delve into the back pocket of my jeans for a tissue. “I suddenly realised we didn’t use protection.”
She looks up at me from beneath her dark lashes. Her cheeks and chest are flushed, and her beauty makes something in my chest contract.
“Art, if you say sorry one more time after we have sex, it’s going to start becoming an issue.”
I laugh. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill. And I’m clean, I promise.” She takes the tissue and wipes my cum from her stomach.
“Yeah, me, too.”
I pull her back in and kiss her again. She smiles against my mouth and I match it, our noses and foreheads pressed together.
“Come on.” I force myself to break away. “We’d better get out of here before someone starts banging on the door. You still want that coffee?”
“Let’s forget the coffee and get something stronger.”
I grin at her. “Sure.”
