She moans and her arm moves, but I can’t see what she’s doing and it’s driving me crazy. I can see through her shirt that she’s not wearing a bra, and the outline of her nipples is making my cock ache. “I should be punished for taking up so much of your time,” she says, her tongue darting out and running a path along her lower lip. “What will you do to me, Dev? What’s my punishment?”
Son of a bitch. I didn’t know she had this in her. Usually I’m the one doing the dirty talk, not her. My sweet angel has the mouth of a devil.
“Well, that all depends on how bad you’ve been.” I shoot her a smirk, more than willing to play with her.
“Oh, I’ve been very, very bad …” Her words linger, and before I know it, I’ve pulled my dick out and into my hands. I don’t stroke it immediately but rub the tip, imagining it’s Katie’s tongue teasing me before she takes all of me into her mouth.
“Fuck, Katie.” I moan, the heat of the moment getting me all sorts of riled up. Suddenly, all thoughts of punishment fly from my head because I just want to fucking see her. My face pinches tight, and she must notice my struggle because she slips a hand to her breast and takes one of her nipples between two fingers, tugging at it lightly from the outside of her shirt.
A low growl rips from my chest. The sound seems to spur her on because she scoots her chair back to expose her other hand, which is lodged in her panties. The temperature in the room feels a hundred degrees hotter and my heart slams in my chest.
“I want to see you, baby.” I motion for her to take her shirt off and wait impatiently for her to do so.
She puts one finger up and shakes it. “I don’t think so, Sergeant Clay. I want to see you first. And by you, I mean Hector Sanchez.” I burst out in laughter as the memory of the name overwhelms me. She asked me what I called my dick one time, and I jokingly told her Hector Sanchez. For some reason, it stuck.
She’s laughing too now, but it doesn’t kill the mood because that laugh is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. The curves of her neck move elegantly, causing her nipples to tease me from inside her shirt.
“Okay, I show you Hector, and then I get to see the ladies.”
“Deal.” She winks, removing her hand from her panties—damn!—and taking the bottom of her shirt in both hands. She holds it there, not lifting just yet, waiting for me to show the goods. I scoot the office chair back to expose my dick, and when she smiles, I begin lightly stroking. She completes the deal by pulling off the t-shirt, an old Nirvana one of mine that she stole in Pittsburgh, and tosses it to the floor. Her perfect tits sit like tear drops, her nipples perky and willing me to suck them.
“Fuck, baby. I love your body so much.” I slide my other hand up my shirt and rub my tightening abs as I continue to stroke my rock-hard cock. Katie takes both nipples into her hands and pulls at them, looking seductively at me, her mouth a perfect O. Her breath is choppy.
“I want to feel you, baby. I want every part of you, and I want to take you over and over and over again.”
“Mmmm, what else?” She shifts one of her hands down to her panties and slips it inside, her other hand still working her nipple.
“I want you to start slow. Tease me with your lips and tongue like you always do. Make me ache to feel you, your mouth, your pussy, everything.”
“Mmm-hmm.” It’s all she can manage because she has her panties yanked to the side and, fuck me, she’s playing with her swollen clit. Her skin is flush with pleasure, and it takes every ounce of control I have to not explode on the spot.
“Trace a pathway all over my body with your lips. Push me until I just can’t take it anymore, and then take all of me into your mouth. Make me beg to be inside you.” I’m fucking dying. My cock is throbbing in my hand, and I can feel my release just below the surface.
“I want you to take me,” she whimpers, her hand picking up speed. “I can’t take it anymore; I want you to fuck me, Dev.”
“Fuck, yes, Katie. When I’m about to explode because the desire has built up so much, I’ll take you by the arm and toss you to the mattress. I’ll tear the clothes from your body, taking all of you in before kissing every inch of you. I want to feel your soft skin against my lips. I want to make your tight little body quiver beneath me. I’ll lightly nibble from your neck to your stomach to the inside of your thigh, taking the flesh between my teeth before slowly moving to your clit. I’ll lick it softly, letting you thrust your hips against me, getting it just how you like it.”
“Fuck me, God, please fuck me. I need you inside me,” she moans, her body writhing.
I’m caught up in the moment now, working my shaft rapidly and taking in the perfection that’s playing before me. I can feel a buzz at the base of my shaft gaining momentum, preparing for climax. I move my hand faster, trying to line up my orgasm with hers.
She throws her head back and moans, her body arching up and out of the seat. The sight of her sends shudders through my body, blood rages through my veins and—
The communications door bursts open.
Navas barrels in and then stops abruptly, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. He shields his eyes with an arm at the same time my orgasm slams into me, the force of it and his interruption nearly causing me to fall from my chair.
“What the fuck?” I yell, looking at the computer as I shove my dick in my pants. Katie has somehow managed to cover herself, and she’s watching the screen with a look of complete horror on her face.
“Fuck, man, I’m sorry. Shit’s going down … I … fuck,” Navas stammers. “I didn’t know you’d be doing that. Sorry, man.” He’s trying not to laugh, but I can tell by his tone and the look in his eyes that there’s something much, much bigger going on. I rise to my feet and lean in close to the computer.
“Baby, I’ll call you soon, okay?”
“Uh … okay.” She looks torn between being completely embarrassed and concerned about what’s going on, but she knows now is not the time to ask.
“I love you, Kit Kat, with all my heart.” Navas steps outside to give us a moment alone.
“Forever and always?” she asks.