It didn’t feel like me.
But I loved it.
He stripped off my shirt, and then his hands were on my breasts over my bra. I moaned, letting my head fall back.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“I have stretch marks from Joshua. I’m not a skinny little model. You’re all hard and fit. I’m not exactly that.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, and if you put yourself down one more time, I’m going to toss you over my knee and spank you.”
My eyes widened. “Macon Brady. Is that your kink?” I asked with a laugh that wasn’t so much full of humor as intrigue. I pressed my thighs tighter around his hips at the thought. I was not into spanking, but the idea of Macon doing it? That, I might need to imagine.
“It’s not, but the idea of my hand on that ass of yours? I may have to try.”
And then he kissed me again, and my bra was off. He moved to his knees in front of me, my desk low enough that he was able to kiss up my stomach. I leaned down, just enough so he could play with my breasts.
He kept licking and then undid my pants. We maneuvered, and then he was standing again, and I was left in my panties, his lips on my breasts, sucking, the sensations going straight to my pussy.
“I have a condom in my bag,” he whispered, the growl tightening my core.
I looked up at him, blushing. “You always carry a condom with you?” I asked. “Not that I’m judging. Because I like safe sex, I like sex period. And I really want to have sex right now. I can’t believe I’m talking so quickly or even saying any of this out loud.”
“I kind of like you talking out loud like this. I didn’t expect it, but I should have. As for the condom, I always keep a few in my bag. Mostly because my roommate in college went on to be an obstetrician, and his mother always used to hand us condoms, making us promise we’d carry them with us at all times. It became a thing.”
That made me laugh, and then I groaned when he slid his hands over my panties.
“I’m so fucking happy that I listened.”
“The woman’s a saint. I should bake her something. I’ll send it to her.”
“She’d like that. Especially if you tell her why.” He slid a finger inside me, and I groaned.
“Really?”
“Oh, yes, bake her a cupcake, send it to her, and tell her thank you for all the condoms.” He slid another finger inside me. “You’re so fucking wet, Dakota.”
“I swear I’m always wet when you’re around. Even when I pretend I’m not.”
“You don’t need to pretend with me.”
“And when this is over?”
“Don’t. We’re not going to talk about that.” And then he kissed me, slid another finger inside me, and I came.
I rolled on his hand, shaking, and when his lips moved to my breasts again, drawing out the orgasm, my entire body shook, and I was so glad that I was on the desk for support.
“Macon, I need you.
“Oh, thank God,” he gasped and then stood back, toed off his shoes, and undid his pants. His jeans fell to the floor after he pushed them over his very nicely rounded ass, and I blinked when he took off his boxer briefs.
“Is that a...?”
He ran his hand over his length, his fingers brushing the piercing at the tip. “My condoms are the good kind, not the cheap brand. They’ll work with my ring. Is this okay with you?”
I blinked down at the metal and swallowed hard. “I’ve never…does it hurt?” I asked.
Macon shook his head. “No, it feels fucking good. And it’ll feel good for you, too. I thought about getting a Jacob’s Ladder, but I liked the look of this.”
His cock was thick, curved ever so slightly, and only looked more lickable with the ring at the end.
I swallowed hard. “I like the look of it, too.”
“I’ll take it out if you ever want to go down on me,” he said, and I laughed.
“Trying to protect my teeth?” I asked, my gaze transfixed on his dick. Seriously, I could not stop looking.
“Well, a guy has to dream. However, with the way you’re looking at me right now? I’m not going to last very long once I sink into you.”
“Will you kiss me?” I asked, suddenly feeling like everything was going too fast and yet not fast enough. I was bare before him, and everything felt like it all began and ended right here.
Macon nodded, and then he kissed me softly, treating me gently as if I were porcelain.
I hadn’t meant to do this. Having sex in my office on my desk.
And yet, all I knew was that it felt right. We had been fighting for so long, pushing and pulling at each other, and yet if we had been at home our first time, doing things gently after a date, after I thought about it for too long, it wouldn’t have been the same.
Our first time being in the moment and full of passion?
That was what we needed.
This.
Because everything else about us was on schedules, and there were barely any surprises except for the ones that hurt.
When he pulled away and slid the condom over his length, I licked my lips and then reached out, putting my hand on his chest again.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
He froze, his cock right at my entrance. “I think that’s my line.”
“Macon. I want you. I’m just terrified of what’s going to happen afterward.”
His whole body shook, but he leaned down and captured my lips softly. “I’m never going to hurt you. You and me? We’ll figure out what comes later. However, I can walk away right now if you need me to.”
“Please don’t. Just...just know that I want this, but we also need to go slow.”
“Slow, I can do.” And then he was inside me,
