Knocked Up by the C.E.O (Knocked Up)

“You won’t hear me complaining.” Wesley’s body is hard to my soft, and I’m finding that I want to throw every rule, every reason, out the window. This might put a kink in things, but I need him to understand how firm I am on not letting people at the workplace know.

“I’ll wear a dress from now on. On one condition.” I press my finger into his chest, making him see this won’t go anywhere until I have his full attention.

“Already know what you’re going to say, sweetheart. I’ll let it slide, for now. Especially because who the fuck knows what’s going on in accounting, but I won’t let this shit be hidden for long.” He takes my finger that was on his chest and kisses it softly.

“Fine, I agree too.” No sooner have those words out of my mouth than Wesley is attacking me, hands fisted in my hair, tongues tangled together, our flavors combining, making me forget everything. I’m caught up in Wesley’s all-consuming kiss, my hands moving under his shirt, wanting to feel his sinewy body. His own are working the buttons on my blouse until Wesley’s thumbs glide over my pebbled nipples. “Oh God.” The lace and the way he’s stroking me, I’m completely oblivious.

“Wrap your legs around me, Dylan,” Wesley demands. My body once again listening, he hoists me up his body, where I can now feel every nuance once again.

“Where are we going?” I ask in between sips of his lips.

“Office. Not taking you in the middle of the floor where the janitor can see me fuck you for the first time,” he groans. My back meets the now closed door to his newly emptied office, and I have a feeling Wesley is about to put my body and his imagination to work.

Ten

Wesley

The way Dylan was climbing me like a tree, I knew there was no way either of us would have been able to stop. That’s what had me marching for my office, and right now, I could thank Hodges for having horrible taste in décor. I slam the door with my foot, sliding her down my body.

“Strip, sweetheart.” I back away, unbuttoning my shirt, sliding out of my shoes. I look up to see that Dylan is down to bra and panties, her milky skin wrapped in lace, purple in color, highlighting her complexion. I finish taking off my clothes, until I’m standing naked in front of her, my hand palming my dick.

“Wes.” Her soft voice is full of desire.

“Keep going, Dylan. Show me what’s mine,” I demand, working my cock. Her bra drops from her body. Sweet mother of mercy, they’re bigger than a handful, and so full. I salivate thinking about taking those red-as-berries nipples into my mouth. Dylan’s hands move to the sides of her hips, the strings of her panties teasing me as she lowers them, her bare cunt glistening with wetness.

“Please,” she whimpers, coming closer towards me.

“Stay right there. I’ve been thinking about taking you a certain way the entire damn time you’ve been tempting me with that fucking body of yours and that sharp-as-a-whip tongue.” She does as I say, not moving an inch. My only goal is ripping these curtains open and taking her against the glass.

“Oh, dear God, you’re really going to do this, aren’t you?” She is apparently in a feisty mood because she followed me here and wraps her arms around my middle.

“Fuck, yes, we are.” I spin around, my hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her with every breath I have to give until we’re both so worked up that if I don’t sink inside her soon, I’m going to lose my damn mind.

“Hurry.” We break a part, my body crowding hers as I back her up against the floor-to-ceiling glass. No one can see in, but it’ll definitely heighten the experience for both of us.

“Don’t think for a minute I’m not going to take my time with your sweet body, savoring and tasting every inch of you,” I groan, my lips attaching to her nipple, sucking, biting, and trying to devour Dylan whole.

“God, Wesley,” she moans, her leg hiking up around my hip, opening her pussy to what my own body wants.

“I’m going to give it to you, Dylan. Everything. Then I’m going to clean you up and eat you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.” I align my cock with her cunt, sinking inside her, feeling like I’ve found my home in every sense of the word. I grab her hands, lifting them off my shoulders, holding them against the glass, our fingers interlocked. Dylan’s legs are wrapped around me as I piston my hips fast and hard, wanting to feel her take me with her instead of the way she came with her fingers earlier and in my lap when I so desperately wanted it to be me, in any way I could have her.