Madison ran her hands up my arms until she found the lapels of my suit jacket. She quickly shoved my jacket off of my shoulders, coaxing the material to slip off my arms and crumple onto the floor. She then succumbed to my touches, letting me squeeze her warm thighs and cup her flushed face. It felt like she melted into my hands.
I wanted to put my hands all over her body, to claim her. My possessiveness surprised me. I typically didn’t attach to people enough to feel any sort of jealousy, but Madison always proved to be different from the rest. She meant something to me. I didn’t know how to say that, so I would have to show it instead.
Madison helped me yank her panties down her legs, leaving her exposed under her pencil skirt. As I shoved the material up toward her waist, she unbuckled my belt, acting as chaotic as I was. We were both dizzied with need, which made us reckless at this moment, but we obviously didn’t care as much as we needed to.
I tossed her panties to the side before sliding my hand between her thighs, pressing my fingertips against her warmth before burying two fingers inside of her. I nearly groaned at the sensation, feeling my cock strain against my slacks as she fumbled with the button and zipper. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her.
“He probably wants to fuck you too. I know how he works,” I gritted out as I curled my fingers inside of her, pressing against a sweet spot that made her back arch. I didn’t miss the way that Brandon eyed Madison like he was stripping her clothes off in his mind.
Madison could only whimper as I thrust my fingers inside of her, making her thighs quiver. She pushed her hand past the band of my briefs, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock and stroking in time with my thrusts.
I had enough of the teasing and taunting. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t looking to make her merely whimper. I pushed her hand away before grabbing her hips and sliding her closer to the edge of the conference table. With one smooth thrust, I pushed inside of her, using one hand to clamp over her mouth to keep her quiet.
Madison’s lips parted in a pleased moan under my palm. She tilted her head back slightly as she took me in. She wrapped her legs around my waist, encouraging me to start thrusting. Her hands reached for me, grabbing my arms, and running up my chest. She needed to feel me like I needed to feel her.
The conference table jostled as I drove into her over and over, my hips colliding with the inside of her thighs. We were joined together, and I found myself never wanting to break apart from her. This was where I wanted to be. I didn’t want to be across the room from her at some conference.
“Is the restroom this way? I always get lost in these big hotels,” a voice sounded from out in the hallway, getting closer and closer.
I wasn’t about to stop what I was doing. She felt too good, and the warmth was burning through every inch of me. Even the vibrations of her moans against my palm were driving me crazy. How did every single thing that she did affect me in some way? She must’ve cast some sort of spell on me. Maybe I didn’t mind being entranced.
“Shh,” I murmured to Madison, securing my hand over her mouth tighter. Instead of pounding her into the table like I was doing before, I moved slower, rolling my hips against hers in smooth motions. I rocked into her deeply, making her legs tighten around me. I knew that I hit a good angle.
Madison’s entire body tightened beneath mine as I hovered above her, anchoring her body to mine. Her breaths came out in pants beneath my hand, and I could imagine her eyes either closing or rolling back in pleasure.
I heard the voices outside fade away down the hallway. As much as I wanted to hear Madison’s sexy sounds, I kept her quiet, not wanting our moment to be ruined. I was determined to finish her off, to remind her of who makes her feel like this. It certainly wasn’t Brandon fucking Krouse.
Soon, Madison started shaking. She gripped my shirt tightly, pulling hard on the material as she trembled her way through a powerful orgasm, which soon sparked my own. She lowered her head as we panted together, letting my hand slip off her mouth.
I rested my forehead against the top of her head, catching my breath as quietly as I could. Maybe dragging her here was reckless, but I had to remind her that I had more to offer her than Brandon would ever have.