19
KAYLA
“Iwantyou, Bodi.” I know I must sound desperate, but truthfully, I am. I’ve seen the longing looks, the seductive winks, and the smirks filled with lust. He’s been turning me on all night, torturing me like I keep torturing him with my words, and it’s working. Within ten minutes, I could feel my panties growing more damp with every look coming my way, and I contemplated if I should take care of it myself in the bathroom until I noticed him sneaking into his office.
“You know we shouldn’t do this,” he huffs while his lips brush over the inside of my thighs.
Incredulously, I dip my head, cupping his chin to force his gaze up.
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”
Looking up at me through his lashes, his tongue darts out. He moves it through my folds with just the tip and I gasp, my head jerking at the sensation.
“Maybe you’re right,” he says, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on my clit. “Maybe it is too late.” He sucks my clit into my mouth and my knees start to jerk, making it hard to keep standing. A fog enters in my brain, bringing me to a dazed state I don’t ever want to get out of. His kisses are filled with care, each one more fevered than the other while his hands untie the laces of my shoes.
“Kick off your shoes.” He holds back, watching how I throw them through the room with a seductive kick, one by one, waiting for him to continue. Then he presses me against the door, getting as close as possible before his tongue dives into my core. Pulling my legs over his shoulders until I’m completely seated on him, he cups my butt in his strong hands, securing me in place. I throw my head back, closing my eyes, enjoying the sensations of his tongue moving up and down my folds. He teases the area around my clit, circling but never touching, and I can feel the tension build between my legs.
When his shoulders move up, my head rears forward and my eyes snap open as I’m lifted in the air.
“What are you doing?”
“Sit tight.” He straightens his body, anchoring me up with his arms wrapped around my hips, his tongue never leaving my aching pussy as he walks us to his desk.
“Oh, my God. This is hot,” I huff. “If this is the result of workouts and shit, I’m all for it.”
I run my hand through his brown hair before I fist it, forcing him to look up at me.
His mouth is glistening from my juices, and there is a craving look in his eyes that makes my head spin. “God, you look so sexy between my legs.” I brush his wet lip with my thumb, while he holds me still high in the air. “Kiss me. I want you to kiss me. I want to taste me on your tongue.”
Licking his lips at my request, he places his palms on my upper back, before carefully laying me down on his desk. “I don’t know, babe. I think I want to keep your taste for myself.” His fingers run through my folds, and I whimper at the sensation it brings me. “I’m calling it the Bodi exclusive.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you call it. Just fucking kiss me, asshole.” My hand lashes out, grabbing his shirt to yank him against my lips, and when they finally connect, he smiles against my mouth.
“I’m the boss, babe.”
“You can be the boss when I’m not naked. When I am? You better do as I say, boss-man.” I dive my tongue into his mouth while keeping him close with a tight grip on his shirt, and when my own taste lands on my tongue, I let out a moan. Just the thought of him eating me out is enough to make me come when I use my own fingers, but the knowledge that he was actually there makes it even better.
“See how good it is?” He bites my lip. “See how good you taste, all for me?”
I give him a uh-huh, but it comes out with a desperation that has him digging his fingers into my side, and I throw my head back. His mouth moves below my ear, and I fist his hair to put my lips against his shell.
“Fuck me, Bodi. I want to feel you inside of me.” Without any question, he takes a step back, keeping our eyes locked. With two swift moves, he undoes his black jeans before letting them puddle on the floor, then he removes his boxers. I swallow when his hard shaft bobs against his stomach. It’s thick, long, and just as desirable as I remember.
“Come here.” I get up, showing him grabby hands with parted lips, my legs still hanging from the desk, and he hungrily approaches me with his jeans still around his ankles while putting on a condom. I run my entire palm over my soaking pussy, wanting to coat it with wetness. Vigorously, but still with a soft touch, I wrap my hand around his cock before guiding it to my entrance. Our eyes stay tangled, our lips parted in lust, and when he feels my hands drop to his ass, he gently pushes inside of me. It’s tender, filled with sweetness, but the carnal look in his eyes tells me he wants to give in to his instinct and fuck me until I scream his name.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you standing in my office with a suitcase.” He holds on to my hips and I bring my arms up to grip his shoulders. “I want to take it slow and savior every moment, but I also just want to fuck you into oblivion.”
He hisses when he’s completely seated inside of me, and he looks at me in anticipation.
My lips roll while I feel a smile haunting my face. “You don’t think this is going to be the only time, right?”
“I don’t know?” he snorts, his head wagging a little.
I lean in, bringing my mouth close to his ear while keeping my arms wrapped around his neck.
“You can fuck me hard tonight,” I whisper. “Then fuck me nice and slow tomorrow.”
When I bring my head back, a lopsided grin meets my gaze before he bites his lip and his hips start to move forward with rough thrusts.
“You got one dirty mind, baby.”
“You’re just finding out now?” We both chuckle as I enjoy every push of his dick inside of my pussy, dropping my forehead against his shoulder to keep my core up. I’m desperate to feel him in every way, loving the feeling of his entire body rubbing against mine. I love how his chest drags against my boobs, and how his hands dig into my sides with urgency. His touch is making me dizzy, and it doesn’t take long before I let out a screeching sound every time he slams against my walls.
”Ssssh, you have to be quiet, baby.” He covers my mouth with his hand, muffling the sound of my moans that never stop.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy like this.” He rapidly removes his hand, then tries to shut me up while crashing his lips against mine. “You’re so sexy when you moan with my dick plowing inside of you.”
“I can’t wait till you fuck me at home,” I huff with closed eyes.
“Yeah, why is that?”
“So I can scream as loud as I want.” Our eyes lock. His gaze is filled with a yearning that can be easily confused by something crazed.
“Damn, Kayla. Suck my thumb.” He holds his thumb up to my mouth, and I take it between my lips while I look at him with fluttering lashes. He keeps a steady pace while I totally get into it, swirling my tongue around and around. When he pulls it out, I pout, until he presses it against my clit and I buckle forward at the sudden touch.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan while sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He moves his thumb in circles around my clit, never touching it, but just teasing the flesh, and it feels as if my pussy will be liquified any second now. “Oh, my God. Bodi,” I cry desperately, my voice high-pitched.
He chases his release when he picks up the pace toward something scoring, sprinting to the finish line, but at the same time never changing the motion he uses around my clit. With every graze against my sensitive nub, my orgasm builds, and when his touch becomes more demanding at the exact time, I cry out while he moves all his fingers over my clit as if he’s rubbing it clean. It’s a soft touch, with just enough pressure, and it only takes me three seconds before I feel my wave of ecstasy rush through me. My head falls back, my eyes shutting while my muscles tense in all the right places as my pussy milks his dick. He lets out a groan at the feeling of my walls clenching around his hard shaft, and when he lets go of my clit, he digs his fingers deep into my hips with a demanding touch. With short and rough moves, he keeps going until I feel the muscles in his arms tense and a ferocious gaze washes over his face. A desperate sound is clear in my ear when he dumps his seed inside of me, his thrusts gradually slowing down in pace until he’s completely done.
He presses his hands against the desk, panting, with his forehead against my shoulders while I have my hands folded against his neck. After a minute or so, he brings his head up, looking at me with a smug smirk.
“That was hot,” I tell him, before he replies by putting his lips against mine. His dick is still stretching me wide, and inwardly, I moan, not wanting to get rid of this full feeling.
“Let’s go home,” I say.
His expression changes as he narrows his eyes at mine, his smile never diverting.
“Why?”
“So we can do it again.”