Rearing back, he holds me to him but stares down into my eyes. And I see when the lightbulb clicks on, and an idea pops into his head. “Take your panties off.”
Without breaking our stare, he backs away, giving me room to slip my thong off and drop it on the floor. But Ethan reaches down, picks up my thong, and shoves it into his pocket before opening up the box he walked in with and extracting one of the vibrating dildos. He twists the bottom, turning it on and feeling the quaking of the rubber with his hand.
“Since I have so many of these now, I figured we should put one to good use.”
I gulp down a hard swallow. “Okay. You should probably wash it first though.”
“Good idea.” He nods and then heads for the small bathroom just off to the side of my office. I continue to sit on my desk, waiting for him to return, but then decide to twist around and take a peek at myself in the mirror on the wall. My face is flushed, my mouth parted as I breathe heavily, and even though there’s a sliver of doubt resting deep in my gut, my body is vibrating with need so hard that I can’t turn back now.
Maybe we can fuck all the hate out of our connection and then just enjoy an endless supply of orgasms after that.
Just remember this is about sex, Amelia, and everything will be fine.
Ethan returns with the dildo, turning it on again as he approaches me at my desk, forcing me to turn toward him. “Put your feet on the desk.” I do as I’m told, planting my feet flat against the wood but keeping my knees fairly close together. “Don’t get shy on me now, Amelia. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
“God, your mouth is even dirtier when we’re alone.”
“I’m exercising control right now. Just wait until we get to know each other a bit better, then I’ll really talk to you the way I want to.”
Prickling need shoots down my spine to my core as I spread my knees and pull my dress up higher so he can see every inch of me. And the way his eyes darken makes me feel so powerful in this situation, even though he’s the one standing over me and telling me what to do.
But that’s the thing people, especially women, don’t understand about sex. Power and control don’t necessarily come from being rough and commanding—it comes from trust, giving yourself over to someone freely, and trusting them to bring you pleasure. That is powerful—and that is what I’m doing with Ethan right now.
“Fuck.” Ethan moves forward and gently lowers the dildo to my slit, the vibrations low but powerful enough that I can feel them against my clit. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” I throw my head back and close my eyes, drowning in the sensation.
“Look at me, Amelia. I want you to watch me pleasure you with this toy and then with my mouth.”
After all the wicked things I’ve heard come from those lips, I’m dying to see if his tongue and mouth can back up his words.
Nodding, I lock eyes with him and feel him slide the toy through my slit, coating it in my wetness as I sharply inhale.
“You weren’t kidding about your panties being soaked. You’re fucking dripping right now.”
“Don’t stop.” My body is primed and ready for an orgasm that isn’t from my hands or me. Just when I think this is all he’s going to do to me, Ethan drops to his knees and begins to slide the toy inside me. “Oh, God.”
“Fuck, this is hot.” His eyes are trained on the sight between my legs, and my eyes are trained on him, watching him fascinated by my body, welcoming the toy with ease. And then he moves forward, flicks his eyes up to me, and licks my clit with the flat part of his tongue.
“Jesus…” I toss my head back again, closing my eyes so I can savor this feeling, but Ethan stops.
“I told you to keep your eyes on me.”
Coming back to reality, I focus on him again as he moves the toy while it’s still vibrating, increasing the speed slightly while he flicks and sucks on my clit.
I keep one hand behind me to support my body, but then I reach forward with the other to grab his hair, pulling his face closer to my pussy. I have no shame about showing him what I want or need. I am typically a practice-what-I-preach type of therapist, especially when it comes to sex—but I don’t know that entering into a friends-with-benefits relationship with a man you once couldn’t stand is something I would advise my clients to do.
“Right there. Don’t stop…Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!” I shout, gasping before moaning out in pleasure, closing my eyes again to soak up the waves rolling through me.
I scream and moan and writhe as my orgasm rushes down my limbs and ebbs slowly. It’s exquisite, intense, and almost borderline magical. God, it’s been so long since I’ve felt that type of pleasure with another person, and this one certainly ranks among the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
Ethan doesn’t let up until he begins to feel my body go lax, and then he stands up and removes the dildo from me, setting it to the side of my desk before unbuckling his belt. “God damn.”
“That was amazing,” I say through a heavy breath, my entire body feeling like Jell-O now.
“Oh, we’re not done.” I hear his zipper, and then Ethan lowers his slacks and moves his boxer briefs down just enough to pull his erection out—his very hard, thick erection framed by a sprinkle of hair that matches the hue on his head.
Oh my God, Ethan’s dick puts that dildo to shame.
“You like what you see?” he asks me after several minutes have passed, and all I’ve done is stare down at his cock as he begins to stroke himself. Licking my lips, I simply nod in reply. “Good, now get on your knees.”
“You’re so bossy,” I reply, even though I follow his directions. And here’s the truth, I’m not one of those women who mind giving head. I actually enjoy it. But again, I think it’s a power thing.
Sliding my dress back into place, I rest on my knees before him, watching his hand move up and down his length. Ethan is thick and long, a solid seven to eight inches that I know he can probably use very well. And I can’t wait until I get to experience it myself.
“Damn right. Now open up.”
Moving forward, I part my lips and watch Ethan move his cock to my lips, close enough that I dart my tongue out and lick all around his head.
“Fuck, Amelia. My cock looks so good next to that mouth.”
I reach behind him, place my hand on one of his ass cheeks, and then pull him toward me, sliding his length further into my mouth, sucking him in as he goes as far back as he can.
“Jesus Christ. This…this is what I’ve been dreaming of. Every time you’d fire back at me with some sarcastic remark, every time I’d see you lick your lips in thought…” He weaves a hand through the thick curls on my head as I draw him in and out, circling my tongue, sucking him as far back as I can until I gag, but continuing to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” he warns.
I look up at him beneath my lashes and nod, giving him permission to let go in my mouth. And right now, that’s all I want—to watch him lose control just like he made me.
He grips my head and pulls me toward him a little harder but still gentle enough that I can manage his depth, speeding up his thrusts as he fucks my mouth. And I do everything in my power to bring him over the edge. I swirl my tongue around his head, I cradle his balls in my hand, and I swallow against him, waiting for him to detonate.
“I’m coming,” he announces through clenched teeth as I feel the first hot spurt of him. And then it’s a race to keep up with how much he floods my mouth. But his groans and harsh breaths are so sexy, and watching him come undone is even better than I imagined. He throws his head back, curses, and groans until he’s spent.
“Fuck,” he mutters and then reaches for my hand to help me up before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “Well, Dr. St. Clair, I think that was a very productive meeting.” His smirk tells me he’s trying to make light of the situation as he puts his semi-hard cock away and zips his slacks back up.
“And how often do you suggest we have these little meetings?” I know we both just came, but I’m already itching for round two. Ethan has unlocked my dormant sex drive, and now I’m ready and raring to go.
“There was nothing little about this meeting, Amelia,” he counters with an arch of his brow. “But now that I know all the fantasies were trivial compared to the real thing, I don’t see you actually being able to enjoy a meal during your lunch for some time.”
“Ethan…”