Giving In To Love (Strong Brothers 2)

"It isn't a waste of time. How do you not see that this does include your ideas only in a much more interesting and appealing way?" I pulled one of the sketches closer to us. I was standing next to him, shoulder to shoulder, as I began to show him the different elements that I had taken directly from his campaign and how I had merged them with my ideas.

I turned my head to look at him. “How do you not see this?"

He turned his head towards me, his gaze scanning from my eyes down to my lips. It was only then I realized how close we were standing together. How near our faces were to each other. I had a thought that maybe I should back away, but then his lips were on mine again.

In the past, our kisses had been brief, and yet it had seemed like my body had sunk into it almost immediately. That same melting, sinking feeling happened again as his mouth covered mine, and firmly and intensely kissed me. I suppose this time I didn't want the kiss to end too soon because immediately my fingers were fisting into his shirt and holding him close until I could drink in enough of him.

He leaned to the side slightly and I worried he was about to break away, so I held him tighter. Instead, his hand swept over my desk, knocking all the sketches off of it. It nearly made me break away from the kiss to ask him what the hell he was doing. But before I could, he turned me and maneuvered me, lifting me to sit on the edge of the desk. He'd pulled my skirt up and he stepped in between my thighs, pressing his groin against my cleft and everything became clear. His intentions became clear.

His dick was long and thick as it pressed against my pussy sending the most delicious sensations through my body. In the back of my brain, I knew this shouldn't be happening. There was a long list of reasons why I should push him away, starting with the fact that he was my boss and moving all the way down to the fact that he and I were like oil and water. We didn't get along at any time, except of course when we were kissing.

But my body wanted him. It wanted him badly. My skin was tingling with the need for him to touch it. My pussy was contracting in a rhythmic motion with a desire to feel him inside me. The physical need, pushed the wisdom of what we were doing out of my head.

"You make me crazy, you know that?" he murmured as his lips trailed along my jaw into my ear giving my lobe a gentle tug as his hands slid up my waist to cup my breasts.

"The feeling is mutual."

"Does that mean you want me to fuck you?" he asked as his thumbs brushed over my hard sensitive nipples making me gasp. My body arched and my pelvis pressed forward seeking his dick.

My hands tugged at his tie and worked the buttons open needing to touch his hot flesh. "Does that mean you want to fuck me?" I repeated his question.

"Unless you tell me no right now, that's what I intend to do."

All the neurons in my body lit up at his naughty words. "Unless you say no, I'm not going to stop you."

I suppose that's how it was between us. Even something like this, something we both desperately wanted, we couldn't quite give in to each other. It, too, had to be a battle of wills.

He tugged the zipper of my dress down, and with a yank, the sleeves were off my shoulders and the dress was bunched around my waist. His deft fingers unhooked the clasp of my bra and soon my breasts were free. He groaned at the sight of them as he held them like he was weighing them in the palms of his hands. Then he dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, and holy moly, I felt it straight down to my pussy. I'd never had an orgasm from a man sucking on my nipples, but I began to believe that it was a possibility as his tongue lapped and his teeth scraped and his mouth sucked my nipple, first one and then the other.

I couldn't help but praise his effort. "Oh, that's good."

"You like that, Natalie? You like it when I suck your tits?" It was no surprise to me that Hunter would talk dirty during sex. What surprised me is how much it turned me on. I'd always fancied myself more of a romantic. Someone who wanted to make love over having base primal sex. Not that I didn't like adventure or spice in the bedroom. But I never thought I would want just a fast and furious fuck with someone like Hunter. Right now, I felt like I'd die if he didn't take me hard right this minute.

"Yes." I gave him that, but I also wanted him to give to me as well. But in order to do that I needed to touch him. I needed to do something for him that made his brain spin out of control like he was doing to me.

I undid the buckle of his pants as well as the button and zipper pushing them along with his underwear down as far as I could reach. Then I slid my hand up between his thighs, cupping and massaging his balls.

He let out a groan. "Touch my dick, dammit," He demanded.

I had a moment of nerves before I reached out to stroke him. I couldn't be sure why, as this wasn't the first time I'd ever touched the man. For some reason it was important to me that Hunter enjoyed what I did to him. I knew he had scads of women before me and would have more of them after me. For reasons that probably had to do with pride and ego, I wanted to make sure that despite all the women, he never forgot me. I wanted him to think that I was good at delivering pleasure.

I pushed him back slightly.

"What the hell?"

I slid off the desk and dropped to my knees, knowing that men liked most, or at least second to fucking, was a blow job. I gripped his dick in my hand and looked up at him as I brought it to my mouth.

"I'm not just going to touch your dick, Hunter. I’m gonna suck it."

“Fuuuuucccck.”

The intensity and power of the way he said that one word gave me the confidence I needed to take him into my mouth. I licked and sucked and I took him in, pumping him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of my throat.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he said in a desperate gasp. He pulled away, his hands reached down lifting me by the arms. He tugged my panties down and set me back on the desk. From somewhere he pulled out a condom, unwrapping the wrapper and rolling it on.

"I hope you like hard, fast and quick," he grunted as he took his dick and rubbed my pussy with it.

I moaned. "Fuck me Hunter." My hands gripped his biceps as my body sought more contact with his.