Chapter Twenty-Two - Mac
She’s right. I take a deep breath and say it out loud. “You’re right.”
“I’m… right?” she asks, unsure of herself.
“Yes, you’re right. And I’m sorry. But I was pissed off when I finally figured out that you’d rather stay home all weekend alone than let me take you out on a nice date.”
“I just needed things to slow down, Mac. That’s all.”
“Then why lie?”
“I didn’t…” But she stops. Because she did. “I’m sorry then. I wanted to go out on the date but I felt bulldozed. You know?”
I look her up and down in that dress and shake my head.
“You don’t? Why not?”
But that’s not what I mean and she figures that out pretty fast. That fingernail she likes to chew comes up to her perfect lips and she shifts her feet, which makes her hips wiggle.
“Come here,” I say, sliding her laptop to the side and scooting her chair back to give her room. “Come here and bend over the desk.”
“Mac,” she says sharply.
“We had a whole week of space, Ellie, and I’ve had enough of it. Come here, right now, and bend over this fucking desk.”
She inches forward, her knees practically glued together in that dress, and stands in front of me.
I twirl my finger in the air and say, “Turn around and bend over.”
Ellie closes her eyes and lets out a long breath of air. She stays still for two seconds, then turns around, places her palms flat on the desk, and bends forward at the waist, resting her cheek on the wooden surface.
He ass is fucking spectacular and my hands can’t control themselves. I place both palms on each of her cheeks and rub her until she lets out a small moan.
“We’re a thing now, Ellie. OK? Can you deal?”
“OK,” she whispers.
“We’re together, we’re going away this weekend, and fuck that five-date limit. I’m going to have my way with you right here, right now.” She sucks in a small sip of air as I unzip her dress from the bottom up, slowly revealing the back of her knees, then her thighs, then her ass.
She’s wearing white mesh panties and her pink pussy is peeking right through them.
This is exactly what I pictured when I bought this dress last week. My fantasy of Eloise Hatcher might not be up to her level of dreaming, but this is it. Exactly.
I move her panties aside and slip my finger up to her folds, tracing my way around her entrance as my dick grows and my heart races. “Tell me,” I say. “I like to hear it.”
I’d like to watch her say it too, but her hair is covering her face. That’s something going on my fantasy list. I want to watch her mouth talk dirty to me as I finger the fuck out of her pussy.
“Put your finger inside me,” she whispers. “Far,” she adds.
It’s enough. For now. I twist my hand a little so I can play with her g-spot as I ease in. She buckles her back and I get a tiny glimpse of her pink mouth as she moans, “Oh!”
“Now what?” I ask. I want to keep her talking. I don’t want her to stop.
“Stand up,” she says.
I smile, but push the chair back and stand.
“Push your hips up to my ass.”
Oh, yeah. This is nice. I smile wide as I force my hips into her ass, grinding my dick against her curves. My finger slips out of her pussy and she says, “No,” but I reach around her front and slip it back in to quiet her protest.
“You like this, Ellie? You like it when I stick my fingers in your pussy?”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she says. “I missed you this week.”
Awww. Fuck. I lean down on her back and ease my knee between her legs. “Ellie,” I breathe into her neck, trying my best not to bite her ear. “I was miserable all week. I came to work today hoping we could try again. And I’m sorry I was a dick.”
“Fuck me,” she says. “Fuck me and make it all better.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I chuckle.
I stand back up and reach in to my pocket for the little foil condom packet. She looks over her shoulder at me when I rip it open and I say, “Not my brother’s this time.”
She grins and then closes her eyes. “You came prepared?”
“I came hoping, Ellie. That’s all.” I slip the condom on and grab her by the hips, then ease back and hook my fingers around her panties, dragging them down her thighs until they come to a rest around her knees. “Open your legs,” I say, placing a hand on her back and pushing her into the desk.
She obeys, her legs opening until her panties are stretched to their maximum and she can’t go any further.
I look down and take a mental picture. I’m going to jerk off later thinking about how she looks.
My free hand makes a fist around my cock and I press it against her pussy, flicking it back and forth to tease the wetness out and make me slick. And then I push into her. Hard. She gasps, her head coming up off the desk, but I grab her hair and force her down again.
I lean into her back, bite her shoulder, then whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, Eloise.”
“Please,” she whimpers. “Do it. Hard. I want it hard this time. Make me feel it. Make me remember it.”
I stand up straight, then thrust inside her, the full length of my cock disappearing as I look down and watch. Her lips part, and the slick wetness pools against the side of my shaft.
“Harder,” she begs. “Harder.”
Her wish is granted. I thrust again, then again. And each time, she lets out a moan. And each moan gets louder and more uninhibited. I know they can hear us outside this office, but I don’t care.
I push her dress out of the way and grab her hips, forcing her back against me, forcing my dick deeper and deeper inside her, until the impact of our skin-on-skin contact makes a slapping sound that echoes off the walls of her office.
We come together. And it’s sweet, and thrilling, and erotic as fuck. She doesn’t scream—not exactly. But it’s close.
And I smile.
She might be leaving next week, but she’s not getting away.
I collapse on top of her back and kiss her neck. “You’re leaving early today, Miss Hatcher. I require your attendance down on the tarmac in twenty minutes.” I step back and rip the condom off as I walk into my office. “Don’t keep me waiting.”