“Is this for them?” Or was it for me? Was it mine? To have and to hold? To expect every day, and not just when we were performing for Megan/Riley/whomever?
“This is for us.”
Were we an us? Holy shit. My heartbeat nearly jolted out of my chest.
He stepped back. “What scares you?” he asked
, his voice clear and curious. All the teasing was gone.
I motioned from me to him and back again. “Are we an us?”
He nodded. “We are most definitely an us.”
“But it was all supposed to be pretend.”
He spread my thighs, settled between them, and jerked my ass so that I pressed hard against him. “Does this feel pretend?”
Nothing about him felt like pretend.
“I don’t know how you do it, Shelly, but you’re making me like you more and more.”
“No one likes me.” No one ever had.
“I like you.” He nudged me. “You like me too. You said so. Sorta kinda maybe a little.” He grinned as he repeated my words back at me. “And I maybe sorta kinda maybe a little more than like you.”
“What’s more than like?” I asked.
“I’m not sure yet, but I’m definitely feeling it.” He leaned in and kissed the side of my neck. His hands pushed the sun dress I’d worn today up higher, and then he hooked his thumbs in the hips of my panties, giving them a tug until my bare butt hit the desktop. I sat, stunned, unable to move. I glanced toward the door.
“I locked it,” he said, and he kissed me again, taking my breath away. My panties dangled uselessly, rumpled around one ankle.
“Okay,” I breathed.
“Everything went so fast this morning,” he said, his lips at my throat again. I hitched in an involuntary breath as his teeth nipped my earlobe, and heat flooded my belly. “I didn’t get to taste you. I didn’t get to do any of the things I’ve been thinking about.”
“You think about me?”
“All the fucking time,” he said, his voice hoarse. “All day, every day.”
He stepped back, and cold air filled the sudden void, making me shiver as he sat down in the chair that was used by visitors. But then he pulled it closer to me, shoving my thighs apart with his hands. I didn’t protest. Instead, I leaned back and balanced myself on my palms, my arms supporting my weight. He pulled me closer to him, closer to his face, and I could feel the warmth of his breath across my lower lips.
“You shave your pussy,” he said.
“I told you before that I do.”
“It’s different hearing it than it is seeing it. Jesus.” He looked up at me from between my thighs. “This okay?”
I spread my legs wider in answer. He laughed and dipped his head. He didn’t go at it like he wanted a taste. He went at it like he was a starved man and pussy was his favorite meal. He licked once across my slit, and then he settled at the top, where that bundle of nerves already pulsed like mad. He licked and sucked and pulled and pushed and breathed into me, his fingers sliding into my body, curving wickedly and deliciously. I rocked my hips toward his face, and he caught the rhythm of my body with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue, and it nearly drove me mad. I lifted one hand to the top of his shiny bald head, applying pressure. I felt him grin against my nether lips as he dug in harder.
And then I broke apart. I held his face close to my heat as I came, shuddering in his grip, my ass rocking with the force of my orgasm. He didn’t let go. He kept at it, until I gave his forehead a tender shove. He laughed and gave me one last lick, making a final shudder surge up my spine, and I relaxed, rubbing my fingers over his ears. “Wow,” I breathed. Or at least I tried to breath. I found I wasn’t really good at breathing right now. Or anything else for that matter.
Gently, he pulled me forward and then flipped me over, so that my stomach lay on the desktop. He flipped my sundress up from where it had fallen, and he palmed the two globes of my ass in his hands, squeezing gently. Then he smacked me.
I jumped. “Did you just spank me?” I looked over my shoulder at him, where he stood grinning, unfastening his belt buckle and unbuttoning his suit pants.
He laughed. “Only in the most loving way.”
Then he fit himself at my opening, and pushed in slowly, holding my ass cheeks apart with his palms. He stared down at where we were joined as he filled me up.