Two Wrongs (Meant To Be 1)

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to taste you since I saw you sitting in the bar. The first second. The first breath. I was hard for you. You had me drooling.”

He runs a hand up and down my back while keeping one secured on my right ass cheek.

“Drooling?” I banter back. “Sexy.”

“Yeah, it is fucking sexy. Bet your pussy is drooling right now, isn’t it?”

I pause for a split second considering what the hell am I doing here in the first place? Kissing this mountain of a man who is commenting on my drooling pussy and I have no idea who he is.

He seems to sense my trepidation as he says, “Remember, don’t lie to me. Ever.”

That bossy tone is back and a part of me wants to dig in, cross my arms and tell him off but my body betrays me with swirling heat and pelvic muscles clenching wanting more of whatever he’s serving.

He grinds the granite hard length of his erection into my hip in response to my silence as his one hand slips up and holds me by my throat. Gentle and dangerous at the same time and it’s a heady concoction more intoxicating than any drink I’ve ever had.

I bite back a moan as our mouths meet again, his fingers dig into my ass and my throat as our tongues wrap and explore.

My moans seem to draw out his own throaty growls that vibrate through me and I can’t help my whimper that seeps into our kiss.

He breaks away, leaving me panting as his lips meet my ear, the hand that was on my ass is tugging the hem of my dress upward as his fingers light up the skin on my inner thigh before they brush against the slip of fabric between my legs.

“You’re in heat.” He breathes against my ear. “Say you’re in heat for me. That what I need to hear then I’ll give you what you need.”

“Wha—I—” I stutter, unsure and yet so sure that this stranger knows exactly what I need.

“You’re soaked. Dripping through your panties and I know that fuck you were with before isn’t the reason.”

His fingers slip between the elastic and my leg and I shudder, clinging to his lapels like a life ring in a tsunami.

I arch into him as he explores, the tip of a finger at my opening, my mouth wide, gaspy little desperate breaths betraying me.

“Pretty little untouched peach you have saved for me.” He seethes. “Trust me when I tell you, this cherry is going to be popped. By me. Sweet drooling little cunt needs what only I can give it.”

His tongue laps around the edge of my ear as his fingers work my clit.

“My cock is going to stretch this little virgin pussy to fit me. Only me. You get that?”

His skilled fingers push me over the edge. I’m off and bucking against his hand as he says things about my cunt, and my juices and his tongue and I can’t put the words together but there’s no doubt he’s claiming me in some way.

His mouth covers mine as I let out a high-pitched scream of pleasure, containing my sounds that surely can be heard outside the door.

I’m lost in the vortex; long and hard the waves of bliss move through me until I melt into his arms and I look up to see the slightest smile curving those sexy lips.

“God.” Is all I can manage as he tugs my dress up around my hips and with the swiftness and grace of a gazelle, he’s got my panties off and my butt up on the desk behind me.

“Time for my dessert.” He runs his hands down the front of my dress, gripping my tits as he starts to push me back. “I’m ready for my five-star meal.”

I open my mouth to say something…protest? Cheer him on? I’m not sure but before I can do either, there’s a click from the door and it swings open.

“Who was that girl—” The little dark haired woman from the kitchen blows through the door then freezes in place as she sees me. “Holy shit! Dude on my desk? What the fuck? Never on my goddamn desk man.”

Her surprise turns to irritation and reality comes crashing down.

“I’m sorry.” I mutter, launching off the desktop onto my feet, tugging at my dress grabbing my panties from his hand.

“Just a second.” He says as I try to locate my purse. “This is my sister. She should learn to knock.”

“It’s my fucking office. Why didn’t you lock the door dipshit?” She barks back. She’s angry, but laughing at the same time but all I want to do is disappear.

I bolt to my right, grab the handle of my bag and head toward the door as he reaches out but misses my upper arm.