I catch my lip between my teeth at his instant reply. Maybe I already am.
As I send my message, I tell myself I’ll only play along for a few minutes. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never done this before. The fact that I’m contemplating doing it at work, with my boss and coworkers and easily a hundred more people just on the other side of the coat room door makes me wonder if I’m losing my damn mind.
I must be, because even while I’m assuring myself I won’t let this go too far, I’m popping the button on my black jeans and easing the zipper down to make room for my fingers to slip inside.
Tell me what you’re doing. Nick’s demand pulses onto my phone’s display.
With my free hand, I tap out a brief reply. Touching myself. Thinking of you.
Fuck, yeah, he fires back. I’m there, baby. You feel like silk. Wet. Hot.
Yes, I confirm, trailing my fingertips into the liquid satin between my legs.
My cock wants inside you, he tells me, fanning my flames with a string of quick replies.
I know how good you feel.
How tight you are.
That sweet, greedy little pussy.
Can feel your slick walls gripping me all the way over here.
Oh, Christ. My breath rushes out of me as I read his provocative words. The teasing flicks of my fingers over my clit and into my heated cleft become more deliberate. I’m appalled at myself for this lack of control, but I can’t stop what Nick has started. I shift on the chair, slouching lower and widening the V of my legs to give myself better access. My hips rise and fall in rhythm with my strokes, my body hungry for something more than I can give it alone.
I want him. If Nick was here right now, I’d fuck him without hesitation. Without a care in the world for the fact that my boss and a restaurant full of people are on the other side of the door.
Hell, as hot as I am for him, I’d fuck Nick in front of the whole damn place if it meant easing this unbearable need.
His incoming message pulses again. So quiet now, Ms. Ross. Are you close? I think you must be.
My eyes are glued to the phone’s display as I rub and stroke my pussy toward climax. Nick seems to know this. He seems to know instinctively what I need to push me over the edge.
Another string of texts come in and I read them through a bleary gaze as the first tremors of release begin to vibrate deep inside me.
I’m close too, baby.
So fucking hard.
I could drive nails with this cock.
Can you feel it?
Yes. Oh God, yes. My fingers stroke in and out, but it’s a poor imitation of what I really want. What I nee
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Tell me how you feel, baby.
Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.
So much. I want him here so badly, I whimper with the force of it.
I’m beyond control now. And I’m too lost to my need for release to even think about answering his wicked command. My fingers move faster, more fervently between my folds. Warm cream coats the pads as I rub my wet, swollen clit harder, stroking myself toward the climax that’s just out of reach but swiftly roaring up on me.
My phone slides out of my other hand, onto the floor with a soft thud. I don’t care. I can’t focus on anything except the need Nick has stoked in me. I picture his fingers on me instead of mine. Spreading me open. Massaging my tight little bundle of nerves with ruthless, delicious friction. Penetrating me. Filling me. Hammering into me the way he did back at his penthouse. Making me scream for more.
My head drops back on a low moan. My body goes tense, my spine arched like a bow. As the first wave of orgasm breaks over me, I clench my teeth in a failed effort to hold my cry. Pleasure ripples through every fiber of my being, splitting me open. Shattering me.