Chapter Fifteen
How the hell she did it, Derek would never know. All women had a mouth. All women had tongues. They could all suck, lick, and hum. Yet Amanda turned a blow job into a fucking art form. It certainly wasn’t born of experience, because his had been the one and only cock in her mouth and she had been the best from the first time.
Sure, she got bolder and it got even better with practice, but it had been fucking mind blowing right out of the gate.
And in that moment, with her hot mouth wrapped around his dick, sucking like she wanted to consume him, there was nothing that topped it.
She glided her glistening lips up his length until he nearly popped out of her mouth, then flicked her tongue along the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock at the same time she gave his balls a gentle tug.
Stars shot across his vision, the shock of pleasure so intense it was nearly painful. His hips bucked, and she must have anticipated the reaction because she widened her mouth allowing him to plunge back down her throat.
Tightening his hands in the silky strands of her hair, he held himself deep in her mouth as she swallowed again. Cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, mouth stretched around his girth, she made for one sexy picture.
Sweat popped out across his forehead and his muscles began to twitch. “Shit,” he cried out as he yanked himself from her hungry mouth. Another millisecond of that and he’d explode like a rocket launcher. As much as he loved to watch her swallow his cum, tonight nothing would quell the need but her coming on his cock.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, chest heaving, and sat back on her heels. “Did I—”
“I need your pussy,” he said, yanking her to her feet and spinning her so she faced the desk. “I really need that hot, tight pussy.” He gave her upper back a gentle push. “Tits on the desk.”
Her breath hitched, and she did as he commanded without a second’s hesitation. Fuck, that was a sight. She’d turned her head, so her cheek rested on the desk, palms flat on the surface. The formfitting dress she wore stretched tight across her ass, drawing his attention to one of his favorite parts of her body.
With a heavy touch, he palmed the rounded globes then fisted the clingy material and worked it up over her hips. Two firm, bare ass cheeks separated by a flimsy string of bright red fabric greeted him. “Damn, baby,” he said, running his hands over her smooth skin.
He slipped one finger under the fabric of her thong, ran it along the curve of her ass, and gave a tug. She gasped and squirmed as the material pulled taut against her clit.
With a snap of his wrist, he tore the flimsy panties from her and tossed them to the ground. It didn’t take but a whisper of a touch to discover his woman was wet. Fucking soaked to be precise.
“Oh my God,” she said as he strummed his fingers through her slippery opening.
“You want me,” he stated.
“Always,” she immediately replied. “All. The. Time.”
He closed his eyes and let the words wash over him. “I need you. I’m trying. It’s just…this is all I have right now.” She deserved more. Deserved him to pour out his soul, but he was still lost in his head.
She turned and met his gaze, her eyes full of the love he’d come to expect from her. He fucking missed that look. “I need you too. I will always need you. This is enough…for now.”
That was it. Thankfully she was drenched because foreplay was over. If he wasn’t inside her in the next few seconds, he’d start howling at the moon. “Spread,” he demanded, impressed there was enough blood going to his brain to make him speak.
Alyssa must have sensed how close to the edge he was riding, because she didn’t bother with any teasing or playful quips. All she did was widen her stance and wait, her breath coming in choppy bursts.
“That’s good, baby.” Her pussy gleamed in the harsh office light. Part of him would love to delve in and lap up all that juice with his tongue, but his cock was in charge and it wouldn’t be put off another second.
“Please don’t make me wa—” Alyssa screamed as he slammed to the hilt with one powerful thrust. “Yes,” she said on a breathy moan. “So perfect.”
He couldn’t have said it better himself. She was hot, tight, creamy, and soft as silk around his cock. He’d been wrong before. There was one thing better than her mouth, and it was her pussy.
This was exactly where he belonged. It was like coming home. If home was where one went for the hottest, most extreme pleasure imaginable. How had he neglected this part of himself, this part of them for so long? He didn’t deserve this anymore, but he was just selfish enough to take it.
With each thrust, he increased his speed and force until he was fucking her with a strength that shook the desk. A half-full Styrofoam coffee cup teetered precariously, and papers flew off the desk, littering the floor.
“Oh my God, I love this,” Alyssa said between gasps for breath. “Harder, harder.”
He gripped her hips with a bruising strength and slammed into her again and again. His balls tightened and felt hot to the point of boiling, but he gritted his teeth and held off the orgasm. No way would he come before feeling her lose control all over his cock.
When he released her hip and fisted her hair, giving a less than gentle tug, Alyssa screamed again. “Derek! Fuck me, Derek!”
Balls-deep inside her, he stilled. She’d screamed his name. His real name. Not some made up name for a game the therapist thought would help them reconnect. His real fucking name. And it was the best goddamned thing he’d ever heard in his entire life.
Two years.
It had been two years since he heard his name shouted in ecstasy. That was wrong on so many levels.
“What happened? Why did you stop?” Her voice was high pitched and breathy, desperate. “Oh shit! I messed it up. I’m sorry.” She pushed up on her elbows and tried to look over her shoulder, but he still held her by the hair. “It just felt so good, I didn’t think. I should have called you Ty—”
“No!” He used his free hand to slap her ass.
She jumped and let out a half yelp, half moan.
“Never again. I know why we did it, and I know it wasn’t real, and I think it even worked, but I never want to hear another man’s name when I’m inside you. Ever.” He tugged her hair and this time the noise she emitted was all lusty moan. “Got it?”
“Yes,” she said, squirming on his dick. The walls of her pussy rubbed all over him and his eyes nearly crossed. “You need to start moving, Derek. I can’t take it.”
He slapped her ass again and her pussy spasmed around him. Her hips moved like she was trying to fuck herself on his cock, but his pelvis pressed her to the desk limiting her ability to move. “This is my show, baby. Now, say it again.”
“Derek,” she said.
Slap.
“The whole thing.”
“Fuck me, Derek.”
Slap.
“Again.” He drew his hips back until she whimpered from the loss.
“Fuck me, Derek!” This time she yelled and smacked a palm against the desk.
“Goddamned right I’m gonna fuck you.” He rammed back into her and let go of the thin thread of control he’d been clinging to. He fucked her like an animal. Like a wild beast who’d been separated from its mate and had just found her again.
Alyssa gave as good as she got, pushing back into him with every stroke. Cries of pleasure flew from her each time he bottomed out in her pussy.
“I can’t hold it back,” she said.
Thank God. He was about two seconds from filling her to the brim. “Come, baby. Come now.”
He’d barely gotten the words out when her pussy clamped down and she screamed out his name as her body trembled against her desk. The sight of her coming, feel of her squeezing him, and smell of her arousal filling the room overwhelmed him and he finally gave himself over to the monster orgasm. “Fuck, Lyss,” he yelled as he spilled deep inside his wife.
Spent, he collapsed on Alyssa’s back, dwarfing her with his hulking form. “I’ll let you breathe in a second, baby. Your pussy sucked out all my energy.”
Beneath him, she chuckled. “I like the feel of you on me.”
With a grunt, he forced himself to rise and pressed kisses along her spine. “Maybe when we’re in a bed, but it can’t feel good to have two hundred twenty-five pounds of man squashing you against the wood.”
He helped her up and spun her, drawing her into his arms for a deep kiss.
Minutes later, when they came up for air, she said, “Hi, Derek.” Love shone from her eyes clear as day. There wasn’t a hint of anger over the way he left the therapist’s office. Too bad what he had to say would probably extinguish that light. Guilt hit him square in the gut.
“Hey, Lyss. Have I told you how much I like your desk?”
“Ha, once or twice, big guy.”
He snorted. “Yeah, guess it’s not the first time we made use of it, huh?”
She slipped her hands under the shirt he still wore and coasted them up and down the ridges of his abs. “Not sure there’s a piece of furniture we own between our house, the shop, and my office that we haven’t broken in. What’s in the bag?”
“Chinese.”
“Oh man, you must have read my mind. I’m starved.” She scraped a manicured nail over his nipple and he groaned.
It should have been impossible with the way he just came, but her small hands roaming all over his skin had his cock twitching against her stomach. If she kept at it much longer, she’d find herself right back over the desk.
If he knew his wife, she wouldn’t utter a word of complaint. In fact, he probably wouldn’t get the chance to bend her over again. She was likely to shove him down on the couch, climb on, and ride him to exhaustion.
Sounded damned good to him.
As much as he wanted that exact scenario to play out in more than just his head, he’d been selfish enough for one night.
They had too much to talk about. And when it was over, she just might slap him across his face and let him know what he already knew.
A knife pierced his heart. Christ, if his actions caused him this pain, he could only imagine what he was doing to her.
He was a bastard.
So, instead of letting the fantasy unwind, he gently removed her hands from his abdomen. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up while I unpack it. We can eat on the couch.”
She beamed at him then headed for the private bathroom attached to her office. With her dress bunched around her waist and her panties a shredded mess on the floor, he was treated to a view of her twitching ass as she walked away from him.
Damn, his wife was one blessed lady. He wolf-whistled at her and she turned and winked before disappearing into the bathroom.
When the door clicked shut, he set about unpacking the cartons of food and pouring two glasses of Alyssa’s favorite Chardonnay.
Now that his temptation of a wife was out of view, guilt hit him hard. Fucking her over the desk hadn’t been part of his plan for the evening. He’d just come to talk. But once he’d seen her in that boner-inducing dress that hugged every curve and teased with just a hint of cleavage, he’d been helpless to do anything else.
There was so much they had to work out. So many words of apology that he owed her. Especially after the way he acted the last two times they were together. He’d meant to say all those words before touching her.
But then he’d seen her and all his good intentions were shot to hell. Damn it, he just craved his wife. Plain and simple.
Simple.
Fuck. Nothing about their marriage was simple at the moment.