“A terrible idea.” Brandon’s hand went up my skirt. He groaned. “Dakota, you’re not wearing panties.”
He said it like I shouldn’t be aware of it. Like he was giving me new information. I almost laughed.
His big hand cupped my sex.
“It makes me feel more powerful to not wear panties.” It did. It was psychological.
“Damn. You’re trying to kill me.” Brandon kissed the side of my mouth at the same time as he sank a finger inside me.
I groaned. “Who is killing who?”
He immediately removed his finger and actually his whole hand from under my skirt. “Why did you stop?” I asked, disappointed.
“Back up,” he said urgently.
“What?” I glanced behind me. Oh, the desk. He wanted me on the desk. There had definitely been worse ideas, but I wasn’t sure this was the smartest one either. Not that it would stop me. I didn’t exactly put up a protest other than another token, “This is very naughty.”
Even as I backed up and peeled off my blazer. I tossed it on his boss chair. This was a boss office and he was a boss and I was about to take it from him on the desk and I was very ready.
“It’s hot as hell, is what it is,” he said, as he put his hands on my hips. He lifted me up and set me on the edge of his desk. “Now there’s a fucking view,” he said.
I glanced behind me at the football field. “It is a good view. You’re a very important man.”
Then I realized he was looking at my inner thighs. My skirt had ridden up, giving him a glimpse of everything I had. I spread my legs, just a little. Might as well make it worth his while.
He swore and ripped his jacket off, tossing it on the floor. He shifted between my legs. I reached for his cock with eager hands. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and retrieved a condom.
After he rolled it on, he ran a finger down my cleavage. “This is an interesting shirt. It should look boring and professional because of the color and fabric but then it’s like it doesn’t close. It’s such a tease. Just open in the middle and makes me want to rip it open completely. Just yank it apart so I can see your tits.”
“No one is stopping you,” I said, excited by the idea. I was already wet, but his words made me arch my back, in order to tempt him.
Brandon’s eyes darkened and he reached out, running his fingers down the sides of my shirt, thumbs on my bare skin. Goosebumps rose on my flesh. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do but then he just tore my shirt in opposite directions, buttons flying, and fabric ripping.
Wow. That was sexy. I sucked in a breath, totally turned on.
“That’s so much better,” he said.
He ran his knuckles over my nipples and I wished like hell I wasn’t wearing a bra. But I had been trying to be in control. Clearly not succeeding at that.
Then without warning he lifted my leg and thrust his cock inside me.
We both moaned and I grabbed his biceps for balance.
Definitely not succeeding at being in control.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” he said, pausing for a second, his cock pulsing inside me. He reached up and loosened my ponytail holder, so he could run his fingers through my hair.
It struck me as a ridiculous thing to say. He was lamenting the kiss when he’d ripped my shirt and his cock was deep inside me?
“I’m definitely full of… regret right now.” I gave him a smile, enjoying the sensation of us joined, but wanting more. “How does the expression go? In for a penny…”
“In for a pound.” Brandon started moving, setting a fast, hard rhythm.
He took me literally.
He pounded into me, one hand bracing himself on the desk, the other wrapped around my waist.
“Oh, yes,” I said, holding on to him with a death grip as he took me so hard the entire desk was shifting on the floor.