“I’m going to come, Wes, so damn hard,” she mutters, head tipped back, hair sticking to her skin, our bodies damp with sweat, skin slapping, and I know it won’t be long until she takes me with her. Dylan’s lips meet mine, sucking like her greedy cunt is sucking my cock.
“Come for me, sweetheart, and take me with you.” My breathing is choppy, my balls strung tight, and the second her body convulses against mine, she takes me with her, sucking my cum out of my body, painting the inside of her womb with my seed, marking her as mine.
“Christ,” I grunt as any energy that was left in my body dissipates. Dylan unlinks our fingers, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on for dear life as my legs return back to normal.
“I vote for round two.” The way she tightens down on my length lets me know that.
“Not enough for you?” I keep her wrapped around me, not caring that we’re both a mess, as long as I’m inside her. That’s all I want and need.
“Well, maybe for now, but later?” She kisses the underside of my jaw as I sit on the ugliest piece of furniture that was ever made, but it was sit down with her in my lap or leave her. That wasn’t happening, so here we are, my hard cock never having gone down, her center gripping me for dear life, and I know just how I’m taking her this time.
Eleven
Dylan
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Daniels?” It’s been two days since I became well acquainted with Wes, and the minute we have a break and the decorators aren’t here, let’s just say he’s taking me on every available surface. Not to mention our nights at his place or mine. And I’m no longer calling him Mr. Anything in my head. It’s more of a pleading out loud when he tries to delay the orgasm he’s hell bent on giving me.
This morning, it’s a whole new ball game. The minute we walked in the door, Wesley’s cell phone rang non-stop. Even after he declined the call to at least get his makeshift desk set up, hence the now screaming into the phone. I busy myself as much as I can until he’s off the phone or calms down, which at the rate Wes is pacing, I have a feeling it’s going to be more bad news. I’m still not understanding how this happened. From what I saw, thousands of dollars are unaccounted for. And sure, I helped Mr. Hodges, but I had nothing to compare it to, only the basics. Or at least that’s what he wanted. Who knows, really, but the fact of the matter that it doesn’t seem to be getting resolved in the week that Wesley has been here isn’t helping matters either.
“I told you that this was top priority. If you have to hire someone else or, hell, if I have to hire someone else, I damn well will.” He hangs up the phone, throwing it on his desk. I watch as his muscles pull when he runs those long fingers through his hair. I’m hesitant to say anything right now, allowing him to have time to calm down. I’m about to stand up and make some coffee for the both of us. An added feature that came in with the interior decorators, there’s now a coffee station set up in the corner, so there’s no need for me to walk down to the employee lounge. Talk about a godsend.
“Where are you going?” I’m interrupted as I stand up.
“Coffee?” I question back.
“I could really use a whole lot of something else.” Wesley’s eyes are heated with desire, and it reminds me exactly how I was woken up this morning looking up into those same eyes. My legs were spread wide open, a forearm on my lower stomach to keep me from moving and his tongue tracing the lips of my pussy.
“No way, not here and not now. I know that look. It means I’ll be on a flat surface, and nothing will get done. Plus, I’m not quiet, or so I’ve been told by you, and then the whole office will know just what we’re doing.” I scurry to the coffee bar to make his bland and black coffee, how Wes prefers it. My own I like with a whole lot of cream, Italian sweet cream in flavor if I have a choice.
“That rule is about to be thrown out the window,” he grumbles.
“Not until we know what’s really going on. Plus, we’re so new, I don’t want to jinx it, please?” I practically plead. I mean, it’s not easy making sure we both come in at separate times, and though it was my idea to keep things under wraps, it really is kicking me in the ass. I don’t like leaving the warm bed we’re cocooned in any more than he does. But for right now, it’s an absolute necessity.