The CEO & I

It’s sexy as hell, but now anyone can turn around and see what he’s doing. I yank his hand down to his lap to hide my panties from view.

He smiles seductively at me and stuffs my underwear into his jacket pocket, like he’s claiming them as a prize.

I clench my thighs together to still the desperate ache there. Why the hell was this turning me on so much? If I don’t find a way to calm down, I’m going to soak right through my skirt.

Luke leans back in his chair and turns his attention back to the speaker.

Confusion fills me. Was that it? Are we done? I follow his lead and settle into my seat as well. That’s when I feel his hand on my thigh.

I keep my expression neutral, but inside, I’m in a frenzy of excitement. I should have known he wasn’t finished with me.

His hand inches under the hem of my skirt until it is completely hidden. He caresses the sensitive skin on my inner thigh.

I want to stop him. If this keeps going, I have no idea how someone won’t see us. But I’m too far gone. Desire takes ahold of me, and my sex burns with need. I let him keep going and just pray no one can see what’s happening.

“Open,” he whispers.

Dear God.

Luke’s finger dips between my silky folds. I grit my teeth to keep the moan from escaping my throat. It comes out in a trembling breath instead. I look at Luke, my eyes wide, but he’s looking straight ahead. Last night was hotter than anything that has ever happened to me, but this…this is a whole new level.

He continues to stroke me, and I grip the arms of my chair to steady myself. Each touch of his hand makes my hips want to squirm. I feel extra sensitive for some reason, maybe because of all the sex last night or because I know we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s dangerous and wrong, which strangely, just seems to heighten my senses.

Luke slicks his thumb in my juices and swirls it over my hard, throbbing clit.

It’s like an electric shock jolts through me. I close my eyes. As much as I don’t want to, I groan at the feeling. I try to cover the sound by turning it into a cough, but to me, it sounds utterly fake. No one turns around to look at me, though, which is good. I’m too wound up to feel relief.

The man talking on the podium in front of us practically vanishes from my consciousness as Luke lightly pinches my sensitive nub before his thumb plunges inside me. He forms a V with his fingers and slides it up either side, making me shift in my seat. How has no-one noticed us yet? I can only pray that we don’t get thrown out before I climax.

He’s moving with a steady, hypnotic rhythm. Every touch brings me closer and closer to the edge. I fight the feelings building inside me. I can’t let myself go. If I do, there’s no way I can keep quiet.

Pressure builds inside me like a volcano about to blow. Luke keeps caressing me, never letting up the delicious tempo. He’s dragging me kicking and screaming over the edge. I can’t stop him. I don’t even want to stop him anymore. It feels too good. I barely care that I’m about to embarrass myself in front of an auditorium full of people. Rational thought is gone. I know I won’t last anymore. I clench my teeth to keep from crying out.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, his voice low but undoubtedly delivering an order.

My eyes flip open, and I meet his gaze. And that is it. No holding back. Pleasure erupts inside me, and I moan louder than I’ve ever moaned before.

At that exact moment, the entire room bursts into applause.

Jesus, are they clapping for me?

Through the haze of pleasure, I see the speaker on stage taking a bow. He just finished his lecture. They’re clapping for him. No one heard the sound of my orgasm. Luke had timed my orgasm to finish with the speaker.

I curl up on my seat and let pleasure pulse through me. Luke’s thumb is still inside me but no one is paying attention to me except Luke. He’s the only one seeing me tremble uncontrollably. But he likes what he sees.

Finally, I slump back in my chair, satisfied and spent. Aftershocks of bliss pass through me, but the danger has passed. I’m free to savor the feelings rolling inside me. Luke catches the back of my head in one hand and lifts his other, the one that had, only a few moments ago, been in my pussy, to my lips. I open my mouth at once, and he slides his fingers past my lips. I massage them with my tongue, taking my time so I can taste myself on him, sucking lightly and watching as his brow furrow with arousal. That gives me an idea. It’s a risky idea, but two can play at this game. I release his fingers.