2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

It was how I was at work. Technology and I had always been friends. I understand, it understands me. I can control it, and I’m good at it. If I don’t program something at least once a day, I get a twitch. Mom says it was how I was, even as a kid.

“We’ll have to think about it.” Gab and Levi looked at each other, but then both glanced at their watches. They really did only have a few minutes to spare.

“No problem. But I’ll go ahead and put this order in. The dinner is Saturday, right?” They stood up, and I stood too.

“Yes, oh and you are welcome to come. You can bring someone too.” Levi said to her, glancing at me. Asshole.

He nodded and once they said their goodbyes, they left. I texted him for good measure.

Asshole.

“They really liked it. But they’ll have a laundry list for me tomorrow.” I said to Emilia.

She grinned and set her sketch pad back down. I assumed she just wanted me to see them and suffer. My feet moved me before I could step them. I was inches from her, trapping her between the desk and my chest. She looked up at me, eyes wide. God, she is so beautiful it takes my breath away.

“You look beautiful today.” I told her. And I meant it. It wasn’t just some ploy.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

There was no way I could stop myself from reaching out and touching the blush of her cheekbones. She inhaled softly, but leaned into my touch. Her eyelashes fanned over her cheeks as she did so. I cupped her cheek with my hand and brought her face up to kiss her.

“Tristan,” she leaned back. But she was still close enough I could feel her breath across my lips. She smelled like berries.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

Her breath quickened, but she did not.

She did not tell me to stop so I crushed my lips to hers. It had been too long. I felt her everywhere, in my fingertips and even my spine. Straight through to my cock that was rock hard in seconds. She deepened the kiss, her lips parting to make way for my tongue.

I kept on, kissing her, claiming her mouth until I needed air. I broke away, my lips went to her neck. She arched back as she caught her breath. I set her on the desk and brought my mouth lower; lower until my mouth closed around her nipple through her cotton dress. She strained a whimper as she bucked towards me.

I trailed my hand up her thigh, slowly until I reached her heated sex. I felt her through her cotton panties, soaking the fabric. I never though cotton panties were sexy, but she sure does make them that way.

“Tristan, please. Touch me.”

I growled. Hearing her beg was like a fucking best-selling song. She took my shirt off and tossed it aside, raking her nails down my front until she undid my jeans. As she did that I granted her wish, pushing her panties aside to rub her slick folds. I avoided her clit, until she whimpered so loud it turned into strangled moans.

I tugged her dress down around her waist, revealing her pert nipples. Her nipples were hard, pointing towards me. I palmed her breast, working her clit harder, faster, until she was coming in my hand.

“Tristan…oh yes.” Her moan was breathless. And perfect.

But I needed to be inside of her. I kept my eyes on her as she took me from my briefs, wrapping her hand around the head of my cock and positioning me at her entrance. I saw the pleasure flow through her eyes as I entered her slowly. Every inch of me was coated by her, she clenched around me, making me groan; making my knees weak.

“Please fuck me.” she breathed.

I held her hips and started rocking into her. Going deep every time, until I was going faster, and faster. The desk shaking, the vases rattling. She leaned back, her tits bouncing with every thrust. It was a sight; her leaned back in ecstasy, her pussy pink and throbbing, closing around my cock like a vice. My balls tightened just at the sight of her rubbing her clit, fuck I love when she does that. I leaned

forward, caging her with my forearms on either side of her head as I kissed her. My tongue flying around hers, sucking on her lips until they were swollen.

Her legs tightened around my waist, I could go anywhere if I wanted to. Her other hand was in my hair, holding me close to her. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, and sucked each of her nipples generously until she came.

“Oh my…yes—yes!” She cried out, it spurred me on.

I felt it building up inside of me, but I was holding off because I did not know how she would react afterwards. I wanted to savor it. How tight she is, how perfect I fit. How good her soft body feels against mine. I buried my face in her neck as I climbed higher, and higher.

I thought the words; I’m in love with you. I have fallen so in love with you. But I could not say them. I just came instead, shooting my load inside of her until I was empty and spent. Collapsing against her.

Flowers and sex still smelt pretty damned good.