Unwrapping Holly

I laid my face down on the smooth wooden surface, all cool against my cheek. As my body bounced, my mind wandered. I was being bent over a handsome CEO’s desk, screwed deeply from behind. Pumped hard in the leather-scented shadows of some high-rise office, with only the spectral glow of LED lights and computer screens to illuminate our act.

It was dirty. Filthy, even. That this was our first date only made the whole thing even more taboo, but also, somehow more special.

Lincoln’s fingers were digging into my ass now, curling downward with his rising arousal. He was close, but I was already closer. I took one of the hands I was using to brace myself and slid it between my legs, only to find his fingers already there.

“Ohhhh…”

His hand closed over mine, dwarfing it, applying pressure against my favorite three fingers. I shifted them downward, showing him where to go. Soon we were pushing and pulling together, the delicious friction against my swollen clit triggering a violent, screaming orgasm… all while he continued shoving his cock in and out of me, doggie-style.

In the end I returned to earth with my knees buckled, my body collapsed forward across the surface his desk, all spent and sated. I was a rag doll now. His own personal plaything. It turned me on to think of Lincoln using my body any way he wanted to, as long as it got him off…

He came in a rush of heat, pulling himself from my body and showering me with his hot sperm. I felt it splash warmly across my naked back: long, thick, ropes of sticky, runny seed.

Lincoln cried out during his own orgasm, his teeth clenched so tightly I thought his jaw would shatter like glass. When he was finished he wiped himself clean against my ass, smearing his come all around. I could tell the whole thing was visual for him. He wanted to see everything as much as experience it.

“That… that was…”

“Really fucking hot?” I suggested.

He nodded, only now he looked slightly embarrassed. “Yes.”

Still bent over his desk, resting on my elbows, I laughed. “A little help please?”

“Oh… sorry.”

It was cute how quickly he moved, rushing to a nearby set of drawers and emerging with a soft white T-shirt. My lover cleaned me dutifully then discarded the shirt in what looked to be a nearby hamper with a hidden lid.

“I sleep here a lot,” he said by way of explanation. He nodding toward a comfortable-looking leather couch. “Too much to do, not enough hours to do it — that sort of thing.”

My eyes were fully adjusted to the darkness now. I glanced around.

“You had a couch… and you fucked me on your desk?”

It took a second or two before he realized I was teasing. When he did, he smiled smugly.

“The desk was more memorable anyway,” I winked. “Next time though…”

I let the words trail off suggestively, without finishing the sentence. Here I was, having had sex with the man on our first date… and I was already inviting myself back to screw on his couch.

Who in the hell are you?

/> Shit, at this point I wasn’t even sure anymore.

Lincoln handed me my sweater and looked away chivalrously. It was adorable, the way he gave me time to readjust myself and smooth down my skirt.

“Next time — if you’re still interested — I’ll show you my bed,” he said.

I considered mouthing the words ‘still interested’, but I didn’t want to scare him. As it was, I was already scaring myself. Then I looked down.

“Oh shit.”

Quickly I began scooping up the reports and placing them back in the folder. “I’m so sorry,” I told him. “I have no idea what order they—”

“Me neither,” he laughed. “Just leave it for now. I’ll have my assistant arrange them tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. Monday.

Ugh.