Cassidy’s thumbs touched her ankles, the touch strangely erotic, before his hands made the slow trek back up her over her calves, up over the backs of her thighs, and then in between, urging them apart.
His finger slid smoothly inside her at the exact moment his teeth nipped her butt cheek and Emma cried out, left to stifle her moans with her own hand since his were busy.
His free hand slid around her front, his fingertips easily finding the nub of her clit as a second finger from his other hand joined the first and pumped inside her.
The sensations were too much. Between the fingers circling her, the fingers twisting inside her, and his hot breath on the back of her thighs, Emma shattered, her fingernails clawing uselessly at the hard surface of his desk as she came harder than she ever had before.
He stood slowly, his hands staying at her hips until he was certain she was steady and then he guided her around to the other side of his desk.
Her fuzzy brain couldn’t quite register why they were moving, but when he opened his desk drawer, she realized.
Condom.
“You came prepared,” she said, her voice still sounding a little panty.
He smiled at her. “Hopeful. I came hopeful.”
And then he was lifting her again, so she was sitting on the desk, and he was in his desk chair. Her skirt had fallen back down around her hips when they’d moved, and he slowly inched it back up again, sliding his chair so that his face was positioned between her thighs.
“Cassidy,” she groaned.
He grinned playfully up at her. “What’s wrong, Em? Worried someone might walk in and see you sitting on my desk, legs spread?”
Her moan was half desire, half panic. She’d never thought of herself as being the exhibitionist type, but the risk of being seen made an already erotic encounter downright carnal.
His naughty grin turned downright wicked as he pulled her even closer to his face, his hands hooked behind her ass. “Just lay back and imagine, baby.”
“Imagine what?” she said, the words coming out in raggedly.
“Imagine what we must look like with my face buried between your thighs.”
Then he dropped his face to her, his tongue flicking out to taste her wetness as she cried out. She had a flicker of terror that someone might have heard her, but then he pulled her closer, laying the flat of his tongue against her and licking in exactly the right spot, and she didn’t care about anything other than making sure he didn’t stop.
Her head fell back, her fingers tangled in his hair as she held his head to her and gave into the wicked heat of his mouth.
“Cassidy,” she gasped when she started to build again. “Stop, I can’t—”
But she could. And did. The second orgasm was every bit as explosive as the first, and he stayed with her every bit of the way.
When he stood, Emma blinked at him, her vision slightly blurry. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she said. “I’ve gotten two, and you—”
“Are about to make good on that threat to fuck you on the desk,” he said against her ear.
He pulled her forward, and Emma thought for there was no way that her legs would hold her, but when he spun her around and pushed her back over the desk, the sound of his belt unbuckling and pants sliding down aroused her all over again.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the condom wrapper flutter to the desk beside her, and then his hands were on her, his cock was against her, and he sank into her in one smooth, hot stroke.
“Emma,” he groaned. “You’re so wet.”
“Your fault,” she managed, as he began to thrust.
Had they done it this way before? She couldn’t remember. But if they had, it had never been this intense.
She felt his fingers dig into the skin at her hips, heard his groan, and knew that he was close. Instinctively knowing what he needed, Emma flattered her palms on the desk, arched her back, and turned her head just enough so he could see her profile.
When she flicked her eyes to his, knowing he’d recognize the heat and want in her gaze, Cassidy growled her name, plunging inside her hard enough to drive her into the desk before he wrapped an arm around her and came with a hoarse cry.
Slowly, Emma lowered to her elbows on the desk, and he followed, not heavily, but enough so that his chin rested on her shoulder, his breath still coming in harsh pants in her hair.