Justin jumps up and down clapping in excitement. “We are going to make the best team.” He runs over to hug Casey, and I allow it even though I still don’t like the idea of someone with a dick in his pants touching her. I remind myself he’s married to a man and has no interest in what she has in her pants, but the knowledge only helps a little. “I have to go tell Butch.”
Justin goes running from the room in a flash, screaming his husband’s name the whole way.
The second we’re alone again I pry the door from where it is stuck in the wall and slam it closed. “Now that we have that problem solved, it’s time for your punishment.”
“Excuse me?” Casey widens her stance and plants her hands on her hips, trying to look more intimidating than possible in a tight pair of jeans and an official Pink Pony t-shirt. “Why do I need punishing?”
“I gave you strict instructions to stay in bed. You disobeyed.” I stalk toward her, pinning her in place with my stare. “Disobedience requires punishment.”
She takes a step back but bumps into the desk. “And what sentence did you have in mind?”
“Fifty lashes.” I press my body against hers, drag my nose up the side of her neck. “With my tongue.”
Her breath stutters through her lips. “I thought men were supposed to hate doing that. I thought it was supposed to be a chore.”
“I have no clue what men are supposed to like or not like,but I love it.” I graze my lips against hers, holding myself back from devouring her mouth the way I want. “I love your texture. Your taste. Your smell. Everything.” It’s true. I can’t get enough of going down on her. I almost feel bad about how many times I woke her up, in the past three days, because I needed her taste again. Not really though, because she loves it just as much as I do.
“Are you going to let me finally taste you?” Casey rubs my hard cock through the fabric of my jeans. “We never get to me putting you in my mouth. It always goes from your face between my thighs to your cock between my thighs.”
It’s true; I haven’t had the patience to let her suck me yet. I get so riled up while I drink her juices straight from the source that I need to come inside her.
Casey doesn’t let me answer. She stands from the desk and turns us, so I’m the one leaning on the edge of the scuffed wooden surface. She keeps gazing in my eyes as she unbuttons my jeans, then unzips them, then pulls my dick free of my boxer briefs. A few quick strokes and she falls to her knees, licking me from root to tip.
“Mmmmmm, you’re salty.” She goes back in for another long lick with the flat of her tongue and then flicks it against the little spot where my crown and shaft meet. My knees buckle, and I damn near go down to the floor. Thankfully, I catch myself just in time and lean more firmly against the desk.
Gathering that unruly red hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, I watch with rapt attention as her mouth descends on my cock for the very first time.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to blow my load down her throat in about five seconds flat. I’ve managed to build up my stamina a little over our three days of sexual exploration. But the warmth of her mouth, the wet slide of her tongue as she rubs it in circles on the veined underside of my rod, the firm drag of her lips as she pulls off my cock, it’s all too much. Too different from fucking her silly.
It’s the pure ecstasy on her face that does me in. Seeing that she truly loves doing this to me, that she feels the same as I do, it puts me right on the edge of a precipice I’m not ready to dive off yet.
“Enough,” I growl as I pull her up by her hair. I still have that flash of fear that I possibly went too far, that I hurt her. But she pants and starts opening her jeans, shoving them to her ankles. We’ve discovered we both have a kink for bossing each other around. Sometimes she’s the boss. Sometimes I am. They both get me hard as nails.
Reversing our positions once again, I turn and bend her over the desk, scattering papers everywhere. We’re going to have to figure out a filing system soon so I can stop messing up her piles every time I need to fuck her in this office. Which I have a feeling is going to be often.
“Did sucking me get you as wet as eating you gets me hard?” I shove her jeans down to her knees and trail my finger up her inner thigh. I’m still an inch away from that paradise I call home when I feel the slippery warmth of her arousal coating her skin. “Yeah, you did. Sucking your man’s cock gets you soaked. Good to know.”
I line myself up and drive home in one swift thrust. Just like every time in the past three days, I have to pause as soon as her slick heat encases me, so I don’t blow my lid before giving her the pleasure she deserves. I’m getting better and lasting longer. Soon I’ll be able to fuck her for hours until both our bodies give out.
“Reach back and hold your ass cheeks open. I want to see the part of you I’m going to conquer next after I get you nice and broken in.” I don’t know where these filthy thoughts and words come from, but as soon as I touch her smooth skin something inside me unleashes. A part of me I never knew until meeting the woman who would set me free in every way.
Complying, Casey grips each cheek and holds them so I can see the puckered back entrance. I massage it with my thumb as I slowly thrust in and out of her. She presses her face into the desk, moaning and squirming as I fuck her from behind.
“Zeke, please, I need more.”
“What do you need, Spitfire? My fingers on your clit? My thumb in your ass? Both?”
“Both. All of it. Please.” She arches her back and pulls on those juicy ass cheeks a little bit more, making herself more than clear.
I reach one hand around and get to work tweaking her pulsing, hot button. That gets her moaning even louder. Next, I slide my pinkie finger down to where we are joined; I pull out for the barest of moments so I can sink my finger in and get it nice and wet. I’m back inside her before she can even complain about the loss of my cock in her tight hole.
Painting her back entrance with her arousal, I slide my smallest digit inside. We’ve been reading up on how to get her ready for my cock to be in this same place, and I know we have to take it slow. For every three thrusts of my cock, I push my pinkie forward a little more, until I’m two knuckles deep and she’s screaming at the top of her lungs.
Her hands leave their position on her ass and slap down on the wood desk, bracing herself as the orgasm hits her. She grinds back even farther onto my cock, chasing me as I try to pull back for another thrust. Both my hands are occupied, and I’m not willing to let up on either pleasure center they are working. Our movements become clumsy, but it doesn’t matter. The tight grip of her cunt on my cock sends me over the edge, and I explode inside her. She cranes her head around, capturing my gaze with hers as my climax overtakes my vision.
Slowly, as the blood returns to my extremities and brain, my vision clears. Casey is still staring at me, a huge smile on her face. “You never look sexier than that moment you lose control and plant your seed deep in my body.”
“Hell, Spitfire, you can’t talk to me like that unless you want to get fucked on the floor next.” My cock twitches inside her, proving my point.
Casey straightens up from the desk, slowly slides off my cock and turns in my arms. I want to back away, glance down at where I know my cum will be slowly sliding from her pussy. But I haven’t gotten up the courage to ask if it is weird how fascinated I am by the sight of our combined juices dripping from her body. So, I keep my eyes on her beautiful face.
“How about we go home and I fuck you on the floor? Can’t have you thinking you can barge into the office and boss me around anytime you want.” Between us, my cock jumps and we both laugh.
“You think we can make it the whole way home before jumping each other again?”
Casey shrugs, a glint in her eyes that I’m becoming all too familiar with. “We’ll see I suppose. If not, have you ever heard of road head?”
No, I have not, but I can’t wait to discover what that is with her. I can’t wait to discover everything this life has in store, all with her.