I opened my eyes and looked at his forearms, braced either side of my shoulders. How tense and powerful they were, holding him steady while he worked me. His chest heaved up and down, brushing my nipples with each jerking motion. He was handsome and he was fucking me. I was being fucked. What did it feel like?
It felt like a series of shocks, stretching my hidden channel, a jolt jolt jolt. I looked for the sense of being overpowered, but as always, I looked too hard and couldn’t quite place it.
I tried to reach out for it.
‘I need this,’ I said.
‘Yeah,’ he agreed, panting with exertion. ‘You need this. You’ve been needing it ever since you got here. Keep those legs wide, baby, cos you’ll be getting more and more of it.’
Yes. This was working now. This was moving me towards my goal. He had been watching me, seeing the desperate slut inside the Peter Pan collars, he had known all along that what I needed was to be pinned down and given a good seeing-to. He understood what would keep me sweet and it amounted to being kept on my back with my thighs spread, taking plenty of hot, hard, grimy, sweaty fucking. He would give it to me and then he would tell his friends and they would give it to me and then …
I was almost there. I slipped my fingers between our grinding pelvises and touched the spot, my hand immediately hot and damp.
His cock was a nice one, firm and substantial, if not quite in proportion with his godlike body. My knuckles grazed against the root of it, feeling it rub back and forth, the rubber soaked and slippery now.
He plunged and plunged and I felt my buttocks tense and my spine arch and oh, yes.
‘Oh, yes,’ I said it out loud, again and again and, just as I crested the high point and tipped back down the other side of the wave, I said, ‘Thank you, Sir.’
And then I turned my head away and considered smacking myself in the face. Why on earth had I said that out loud?
But Will didn’t question it, simply banged away all the more until his own orgasm ripped through his body – really, I could feel the ripping – and then collapsed on top of me.
I always liked this moment, the hammering of twin hearts and the gathering of breath. Somehow this was a better payoff than the preceding orgasms.
‘You came, didn’t you?’ panted Will, rolling off eventually.
‘You heard me, didn’t you? Of course I did. Of course.’ I stroked his close-cropped hair. Beneath it, his scalp felt hot.
‘Just … you’re a bit of a strange fruit, aren’t you?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘What you said. When you came.’
I turned my face away.
‘Don’t make fun of me.’
‘I’m not. Sarah, honestly, I’m not. Look at me. Talk to me.’
I dared a glance from beneath low-slung eyelids. He didn’t look jokey or mocking. I opened them wider.
‘You and him,’ Will said. ‘You’d probably get on.’
‘Him? Jasper Jay?’
I couldn’t refer to my employer by anything but his full name. We weren’t on first-name terms yet. Indeed, we weren’t on any terms. We had never met.
‘Yeah. Jasper Almighty Jay.’
‘You don’t like him?’
‘He’s all right. He pays me.’
‘What’s he like?’
‘Didn’t he interview you?’