Page 32 of Joint Custody

As my laughter silenced, leaving only a smile, my eyes began their descent over his body, from his dark hair that still managed to glisten under the not so bright light and his eyes reddened from lack of sleep as he skimmed the pages of documents before him. An unexpected rhythm jerked within me as my eyes settled on his fingers, slender with dark hair laid flat atop his knuckles. His fingernails were neatly trimmed and so clean. They shone as though they’d been professionally buffed. I had an immediate flashback to last night as I caught a glimpse of him putting his hand up that woman’s dress.

My cheeks were on fire and the vibration between my legs began again as I felt the pressure of my thighs against my labia and hood. Oh no. I promised myself that there would be no distractions until I handed Jared the completed work and got the satisfaction of seeing the shock on his face. Although, if we got done earlier than expected, perhaps instead of the drinks, we could have a sip of something else.

I tried to clear my throat without drawing his attention as the heat in my body attempted to choke me, as my nipples hardened with the tension in the air. Which was perhaps one-sided. Here I was acting like just because he offered to help me, he’d be interested in having sex with me. I needed to tame my arousal. I didn’t know what this beast was inside of me that was awakened by Mario. It was like I couldn’t get enough. My sexual needs roared as if they were impossible to satiate.

Anthony must have felt my eyes burning into his skin because he turned to look at me, examining me as I lowered my head, hoping my hair would hide my flaming hot cheeks. “What is it?” He laughed.

“Nothing.” I cleared my throat once more, straightening my legs out underneath the desk, only to end up kicking him in the shin. I was just glad my heels were off, or else that would have been far more aggressive than it was.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I laughed in embarrassment and tucked my hair behind my ears, though I still couldn’t make eye contact with him. Not unless I wanted him to see that I was clumsy because I had the hots for him. He was still laughing but he wouldn’t take his eyes off me as if he was waiting for a different answer.

Like, come on, give me a break. Look away! I need some time to hide the fact that I have a crush on you. When my eyes met his, I was frozen into his gray eyes, and I was sure my face gave my secret away with how much I began to fidget. Blood shot through my nipples like electricity, its pulse beating an odd rhythm against my chest, and I felt it in my crotch like it was a second heartbeat.

“Come on, what is it?” he asked again but this time, he was leaning forward and his voice was a lot softer. When I was brave enough to bring my eyes back to his, I saw the heat that resided there. Oh, he definitely saw my reaction, and I couldn’t believe that he was staring at me that way when I wasn’t even sure he was interested to begin with. My lips parted as I gasped, knowing I was in trouble as his eyes moved to my mouth. I knew I mused about him confessing his attraction to me earlier, but I thought it was just wishful thinking.

My chest heaved as I waited with need for him to come closer. No more words were being exchanged. It was so quiet in the office, except for the sounds of our breathing. The tip of his nose had flushed along with the bit of his cheeks I could see above his facial hair. He brought his eyes up to mine again, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

He went for it, placing a single kiss on my lips. One that lingered and had us both coming apart from the needed contact. When he pulled his lips away from mine, he looked me over once more as if needing to confirm that I was okay with it. I was more than okay with it. He turned a switch on inside me that made it hard to keep working without more than just one kiss. I couldn’t stop staring at his plump red lips. My panties were already wet. I leaned forward for more.

“Yes,” he breathed against my mouth before taking me, this time with less hesitation. Firm lips coaxed and pulled mine until I was moaning into his mouth.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. I felt his hand move across my face and dip to my blouse where he began to undo the little buttons. His fingers moved as if they were taunting me. I pulled him by the collar of his shirt until he was on the edge of his chair. I heard the back legs slam against the floor as his hands reached beneath my bra and squeezed.

“Uh.” I detached my lips to breathe. He began to move his face against my skin. I couldn’t think straight. I was lost in the feel of his smooth palms and rough fingertips antagonizing my nerves.

His groan was a little different from Mario’s for sure, more guttural and it made me want to start grinding on the chair. I nearly came when I felt his hand against my thigh. Every single moment felt surreal. It felt like I was living in one of my fantasies, dreaming something that wasn’t happening. I imagined having this with him, but I still could not bring myself to believe it was happening even as every touch had me gasping in desperation and delightful shock.

He groaned as though he approved of my reaction, moving his hand under my skirt even farther until I could feel him touching my panties. I held my breath as he shifted them to the side, and my clit was erect and needing his attention as his fingers began to move against me. Oh, fuck. I started hee-hawing to his touch. It was the only way I could describe the swift inhales and exhales that escaped me. It sounded like I was wheezing. It felt so good that I started to ride his fingers. I thought the sounds I made would turn him off, but he smiled down at me with his eyes as he teased my lips with his tongue and my labia with his fingers.

“Uh-huh,” he moaned as if he was agreeing with me while he proceeded to drive me mad.

He started making quick circles around my entrance but not dipping his finger into me. The quicker his finger moved, the more I wanted to fling my hips against it and penetrate myself with it.

“Uh!” My moan increased in pitch as my eyes flew open. And he hadn’t even gotten to my clit yet. I wanted to ask him what the fuck he was doing to me, but I couldn’t speak as my hips began to thrash about, banging against the chair as pleasure hit me so hard I thought I would break it and also start crying.

He brought his lips against me but didn’t kiss me. I could feel his breath on my skin as if he was taking his time to breathe me in.

“Fuck,” he murmured against my neck, as if he’d reached his breaking point. Kissing me with such quickness, I felt like he left each spot he graced with his lips far too soon, leaving me even more hungry for him before his mouth came around my nipple. A soft chuckle erupted from him as he licked one and then the other before sucking them into his warm, wet mouth, teasing them with his teeth. “So that’s why you were late?”

“Huh?” I moaned as he licked the tops of my breasts, running his tongue up to my ear.

“I smell your lover all over you,” he said.

I shivered at the memory of Mario this morning while the bristle of Anthony’s beard poked the skin of my cheeks and neck. My hands found his hair and I pulled it as his lips and tongue began to move against my neck, needing to keep him there, basking in the feel of him while recalling Mario and me in the file room earlier today. I gasped and moaned when he hugged me against his body. Pulling me flush against his hard torso.

“Did he fuck you in the car as he dropped you off?” he asked. “How was it?”

He stood up and put his hands under my legs, lifting me off the chair and hiking me up over his hips. My skirt had ridden up so far, his hands were touching the bare skin of my ass, massaging it before he spanked it so hard I nearly fell out of his arms.

“Oh!” I moaned, pressing my lips firmly against his, so hard I thought the smashing of our lips together might draw blood. The sting of it had more juices flowing from between my legs to join the warmness his finger just drew.

“How good did he fuck you?” he asked in short pants. His voice became a smooth blend of high and low pitched as he dipped his hand between us to find my entrance again. I thought this time he was about to stick his finger in but he just brushed up against me, still teasing me, not lingering for longer than a second.

“Fuck,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.” He kept his hand away from my center. Yet the tease reminded me of Mario’s hard member thrusting inside of me, his tongue, his fingers. Oh! With the combination of memories and the way Anthony just turned my body into a frickin’ drum banging on that damn chair, I could almost feel myself being filled up by the ghost penis of either of them, both of them.

“So fucking good,” I cried, answering his question while rotating my hips against his hips, shuddering when some friction grabbed onto my flesh, increasing the pleasure that had my lower body freaking out again.

He grabbed me hard. So hard I felt his thumb against my hip bone as he held me still, confining my movements. I still managed to move my crotch against him though. As slight as the movements were, I grasped onto every ounce of pleasure I could gather, whining and moaning, wondering why he wasn’t in me yet.

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