Needless to say, he doesn’t write any of that down.
He clears his throat before responding and rubs a hand over his scruff. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all. I roll my eyes and my palm tingles, itching to slap him.
“You wanted honesty and here’s more. We both knew this was a terrible idea, but we can’t seem to stop. If you want full honesty and to get into my head during these sessions, you can’t get skittish when I tell you the truth.”
A long, pregnant pause stretches between us until it’s interrupted by his sigh. “You’re right.” I wasn’t expecting that. It also doesn’t escape me how he adjusts his pants in a not-so-subtle way. If I look at his crotch, I know he’ll be hard, but I do everything in my power to not glance down.
I take a deep breath. Fuck it. There’s no better time than the present, right? “That’s also what’s weighing on my mind…why I can’t give you up. I’ve never become…attached…before. I’ve never wanted anyone this bad after we’ve already had sex. Normally I can hit it and quit it, to put it bluntly, but I can’t seem to quit you. And…I don’t want to.” I bite my lip and divert my gaze, scared of what I’ll find if I look in his eyes.
Being vulnerable is not my strong suit. Until recently, I didn’t even know I was capable of emotions. To sit here and admit I might like someone for more than a one night is unnatural to me. But to be telling the person I like to their face that I like them…it’s uncomfortable to say the least.
When I look up to finally catch his gaze, I notice his dilated pupils. They sing all the dirty things he wants to do to me and I’m sure my eyes sing right back. I’ve wanted him to take me over his desk since our first session and my panties are already wet at the possibility.
I stand, keeping my eyes on his to gauge his reaction. He’s trying to remain stoic, but I note how his jaw is clenched like it’s the last thing restraining him. If I take one more step, he might break, and I hope he does.
I slink closer, masking my nerves with faux confidence, knowing that at any minute he could put a halt to this. The rejection would burn and I know I’d lash out. He sits up straight. “Flynn,” he says and this could be it.
But, no, his resolve is fading. His tone is weak and his swallow is thick.
“Just once. I just need to live out this fantasy one time, and then I’ll behave. I promise.” If he didn’t want me to push the limits, he shouldn’t show up looking like that. In perfectly-tailored navy suit pants and a white collared shirt, he looks fucking edible. He left the top buttons open and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow. His expensive watch catches the sunlight where it rests on the arm of his chair.
I walk to him and stand between his open legs. Leaning down, his eyes fall and catch my cleavage. He isn’t ashamed to stare down my shirt and when his hazel eyes find mine, they sparkle with devilish desire.
Liam’s mouth curves into a mischievous grin and his hands reach out to grab onto my hips.
“I’m going to hell for this.” He tugs me onto his lap and our mouths collide hungrily. He nips at my lip and I moan into his mouth. I’m straddling his thighs and the bulge in his pants is growing by the second. I rub my pussy over his nice slacks and if I’m not careful I’ll leave a stain.
“Lift up, let me pull my cock out.”
I’ll do him one better.
I stand on already wobbly legs and walk around the back of his chair to his desk. I reach up under my skirt to tug my panties down my thighs and shimmy out of them. They’re still around my ankles as I spread my legs and press my chest onto his desk.
“I’m ready for you, Dr. Whitmore.” He must beat a world record with how fast he runs over to me.
His zipper seems loud knowing we have to stay quiet and yet, as his fingers find my dripping core, he groans. “You need to stay quiet,” he tells me. Speak for yourself, I want to retort, but I don’t get a chance. “Do you need me to gag you?”
I love to be vocal in bed and yet the thought of being gagged shoots an electric current of excitement straight to my soaked center.
“Yes, Dr. Whitmore.” I’m breathy and on edge. The moment he touches me, I’m going to explode.
His hand travels down the outside of my leg before he lifts each of my feet in turn and removes my panties. When his hand appears in front of my face, my pink, lace underwear are wadded in his palm.
“Open your mouth.” I comply and he shoves the fabric into my mouth. I can taste my arousal covering my panties and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
In the next instant, while I’m still adjusting to being gagged, his hands hind my ass. As if this is a scene straight out of a porno, he spits down my crack and uses his fingers to lube my tight hole. His thumb pushes inside and my back arches, needing more.
I’m distracted by the intrusion in my ass and aside from a few quick slaps of his cock against my pussy, he doesn’t prepare me at all. He pushes my chest flat against his desk and braces one hand on my shoulder as he slams into me.
