Was he really doing this? Right here and right now? The answer was a resounding yes.
And from the sounds of moaning coming from the screen, and some he was certain from right in this room, he wasn’t the only one. In all his life he’d never imagined himself doing something like this, never even considered that he might be into an orgy-type scenario, but this was making him hot as hell!
When she slapped a hand to the back of his head, holding his mouth over her breast, he moaned. His dick was so hard, tenting his shorts as it ached to get inside her.
“Can’t believe this,” she murmured. “Can’t stop. Feels so good.”
Yeah, he couldn’t speak right now because he’d moved to the next breast, but she was absolutely right, it did feel damn good. And he didn’t want to stop.
He did, though, at least after a few more moments of sucking on the tautest nipples he’d ever tasted. Lifting his head, Maurice eased over so that his body was just about on top of hers. He cupped her cheek, turning her face into his, and touched his lips to hers. Their tongues instantly dueled as if they’d each been waiting for this exact moment. Again, her hand was on the back of his head, holding him in the position she wanted him.
It was an aggressive move, a dominant act, and lust soared through his bloodstream like a drug. Kissing Des was unlike kissing any other woman he’d ever met. Her lips were so sweet, her tongue so masterful as it stroked his until drops of pre-cum seeped from his dick. He needed to be inside her right now.
“Des,” he whispered when he was able to pull back a few inches from her mouth, “we gotta...”
“Yes,” she moaned and then pulled him down for another kiss.
This time there was a fevered pitch to the way their tongues moved. She sucked his deep into her mouth, and he moved his hands to bury them in her hair. He was going to climb on top of her and fuck her right here in this room with this damn movie playing and at least twenty other couples watching.
That was an insane idea. No way could he let it go that far. He had to stop. They had to get out of here.
Calling on every ounce of control he possessed, Maurice pulled his mouth away from hers. She didn’t try to hold him still; instead she dropped her hands to her side as if touching him had somehow injured them.
“We can’t do this here,” he said, his whisper husky with desire.
She licked her lips again and nodded. “I know.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah,” she replied and cleared her throat. “Now.”
“I need to feel you.”
Desta could hear the urgency in his voice. She felt it in the moment they were in the elevator alone and he pushed her against the wall of the car. His lips were on hers again, and she couldn’t think about anything else but falling into the kiss. She’d been trying to reconcile this madness in her mind since last night. How was it that they’d gone from friends and coworkers to insatiable lovers in such a short span of time?
The answer was his hand slipping beneath the band of her pajama pants, going farther, past her panties, until she could feel his fingers pressing against her mound.
“Just gotta touch you.” His words came on pants for air that they were both taking between the heated kisses.
Desire surged through her like a raging storm, making her feel as if her heart might leap right out of her chest it beat so fast. She was limp against the wall, held up by the arm he’d wrapped securely around her waist. When his fingers inched lower, parting her, sliding easily inside her, she gasped. Her head fell against the wall, back arched, eyes closed.
“Maurice.” His name was a whisper. A breath she had to breathe in the midst of this tumultuous wanting.
Two fingers—she was almost positive that’s how many he used—pressed inside her, and she clenched her teeth so hard flashes of light sparked behind her still-closed eyes. He didn’t give her a second to acclimate herself to the feel of him stretching her but instead began pumping his fingers quickly in and out, while his lips fastened over her neck.
Desta held him tightly, her low-cut nails digging into his back through the T-shirt he wore. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around him.
“Hell yeah. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” His words tumbled over her as he thrust faster and deeper now that she’d given him even more access.
Her hips moved now, meeting his thrusts and silently begging him for more. How could this feel so good? It wasn’t his dick penetrating her and yet the feeling was almost as intense as if it were. Her body was taut with anticipation, her nipples so hard she wanted to reach up and rub them herself.
“Need you to come for me. Right now, just please come.”
She’d never been begged to come before. On a few occasions she’d pleaded with her body to simply cooperate so that things would go smoother, but she knew that didn’t count.
Her eyes fluttered open as she panted. “Please don’t stop. Please. Just. Wait.” Pleasure ripped through her so fast and so intensely that it rendered her speechless.
Maurice moaned, holding her even tighter, his fingers slowing inside of her but not stopping.
The elevator, however, did stop on their floor at that moment. A light dinging sound told them the doors were about to open, and Maurice hurriedly pulled his hands from her. She let her leg slide down and was ready to walk out of the car as soon as the doors slid apart. He followed her off, grabbing her by the hand.
“Hurry” was all he said as he continued in the direction of his room.
She stopped, shaking her head when he turned
