Chapter 16

Allison

When David had returned from Career Day, I’d hoped to get a good report, but something had changed, and now, David was walking to lock the door while my head spun. Had I answered yes?

Yes. And it had taken him all of two seconds to comply. I walked to the trashcan behind his desk to ditch my gum, which I’d put in to chew, hoping it would help my tension. He stepped up behind me and brought his arms around me again.

His warm mouth landed on my shoulder, and then he kissed his way up my neck and down again, spinning me around slowly to kiss across my collar bones as he undid the top button of my blouse. I relaxed into him as his hand slipped inside and cupped my breasts, and his mouth met mine with a slow and languid kiss.

“I’ve missed kissing you,” he said. “The taste of you. Your scent makes it impossible to resist. It’s not just memories of home, Allison, it’s memories of us. You’re my home. Take me there.”

He buried his head between my breasts and pulled one free of the cup to suck my nipple, which had grown tight from his attention.

A warm, aching tingle of desire blossomed between my legs, and my panties grew wetter. As if he’d sensed it, he reached his hand under my skirt and peeled it up my hips slowly until I was exposed.

He took a step back and glanced down at me with a hungry gaze. His bulging cock pressed against his pants, catching my eye.

He lifted me up, and my ass landed on his desk. He sank down between my thighs and trailed his tongue and lips over my skin. His hot breath licked at my sensitive skin, sending waves of need throbbing deep in my pussy. I needed him to fill me up. It had been too long, with nothing but my fingers to keep me sated, and I needed his thick cock filling me up and taking me over the edge of pleasure.

His mouth landed against my panties, and he sucked the wet spot, licking as his fingers found the elastic of my lacy panties and slipped beneath them. He rubbed my swollen clit, which was aching for attention, and nibbled it through the lace. His long finger pushed between my folds and stroked my wetness.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and he looked up at me, his eyes smoldering. “You’re so wet for me. You want this as badly as I do, don’t you?”

I nodded, and he rose, his finger still working inside me as he kissed me hard. When it broke, his eyes bore into mine. He kissed me again, and my hands trembled while undoing his pants. His thick erection strained against his pants, begging for me to release it.

Once his pants were undone, I reached inside and gripped his throbbing heat. I stroked his rigid, veiny flesh and remembered the last time I’d held it in my hands. It was so tender then, his body much thinner, not as much bulk and grit, which made him mature and sexier than I could have imagined in every fantasy since.

He stepped closer, his fingers leaving me wanton and hungry for more as he stroked his cock and played with my nipples.

I slipped off the edge of the desk and went to my knees, taking the steamy flesh into my mouth and closing my lips just beneath the rim of his broad, bell-shaped tip.

He moaned. “Fuck, Allison. You’re too good to me.”

I glanced up as his hand twisted in my hair, and his head fell back.

I took him deeper, moaning so that I vibrated against the tip which was just behind my tonsils, and he began to move his hips. The ache between my legs grew even more intense, imagining the thick, gorgeous part of him inside me. I worked my tongue, swirling and slurping until a shot of salt hit my tongue. I knew I couldn’t keep at it, not if I wanted to feel him buried deep inside me.

I rose back to my feet, and he gripped my ass, pulling me closer, lifting my ass to the desk where I leaned back. I lifted my legs, and he slipped down my panties and then grabbed my ankles. He parted my legs and laid them on his shoulders as he stepped up and rubbed his cock against my pussy.

I undid the buttons on his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, and then, I slid my hand across his tattoos and the piercings in his nipples.

“Take off your top,” he commanded, still stroking his thick head into my folds to spread my juices. I slipped out of my shirt and bra, and I felt so exposed, spread out with nothing but my skirt bunched up around my hips. The cold surface of the desk biting into my ass.

“I hope you’re ready for me.” He didn’t wait for me to answer, capturing my lips as his cock’s thick head slipped into my pussy, stretching me wide, but not quite as wide as the rest of him would.

I braced myself, knowing it had been a long time, and his body was much thicker and more muscular, his cock’s girth more impressive, and sure enough, he stretched me wider than Doug ever had, and hit all the right spots as he worked his hips.

“You want to make those noises for me?” He smiled.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Moan for me, Allison. I’ve wanted to make you moan and come again for so long.”

I had no problem giving him what he wanted, but I tried not to be too loud, knowing the rest of the office might hear us.

“Tell me you want it harder.” He met my eyes, and I totally felt his power over me. With one look, I was repeating his words like an automaton; a living sex doll he could command at will.

“I want it harder.”

He stepped back, his cock pulling free, bouncing around his hips as he took my hand and I stepped to my feet.

“Good girl. Turn around, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I turned to face the desk, smiling back at him as I placed my hands on it and parted my legs. Then, I tilted my ass up to expose my glistening pussy as he stepped forward. He leaned over my back to whisper in my ear.

“I’m going to make you come so good for me.”

He was a man of his word, too. He entered me, harder and deeper than before, and then ground his hips, rubbing against my tender spot. Once I cried out with pleasure, he thrust again, pounding with relentless rhythm until my legs were shaking and my thighs were drenched with my nectar.

“That’s one, baby. You’re going to give me one more of those before I get mine, okay?” He reached around and stroked my clit, rubbing it with precision, as if he knew the key to maximum pleasure. He had me convinced. Another orgasm trembled through me, and my walls milked his cock as they quaked around him.

“Good girl. I’m going to come with you on this next one. Are you going to come with me, Allison? When I say?”

His body was so large and powerful against mine, and I couldn’t believe how he could manage to dominate me and still make me feel like my needs were most important to him. I tried not to think about Doug, not wanting him to ruin the moment, but I couldn’t help comparing the way David saw to my needs while Doug would have already come twice and left me unsatisfied.

David had my body responding in ways it never had, and I knew it was because he was a real man, and he knew how to work my body.

He backed away, grabbing me by the shoulder to spin me around. “I want to look at you when we come, baby. Show me that fucking pleasure.” His eyes burned into mine, and he kept them on me as he cupped my breast. He pressed his mouth to it, taking it between his teeth, as he entered me, his cock filling me again, pumping past my pleasure spots and making my pussy pulse.

“I’m so close,” I moaned.

“Me too, baby. Are you ready?” His jaw clenched, and I nodded.

I think I came one second before he did, and my quivering walls milked his seed, and he pumped inside my depths.

He pressed his lips against mine, claiming my mouth as the salty taste of sweat hit my tongue. “That was fucking hot.” He brushed my hair from my face and gave me a tender kiss. “And here I only hoped to kiss you before the day was over.”

“It certainly wasn’t on my to-do list.”

“You’re not sorry, are you? No regrets?”

“No.” I kissed him, closing my eyes to savor every second of it before we’d soon part.

He kissed my shoulder. “Come home with me. We’ll take a hot shower, and I’ll dirty you up again.”

“You mean, you’ll dirty me up and then take a hot shower?”

“No. I was right the first time. I love having my scent all over you. I want it to penetrate every part of you, Kitten.”

I looked down at our flesh, which had started to glisten as I felt the trickle of his seed spilling down my thighs. “I think you’ve succeeded.”

“Is that a yes? You’ll come home with me? Let me fuck you properly in my bed.” His eyes flashed, and his voice grew deeper.

“This wasn’t proper enough for you?”

“Not by a longshot.” He devoured my mouth again, and his kiss was so hot, it made the quenched desires ignite all over again. But I knew I couldn’t let that happen.

“I can’t. I have Sierra, and I need to get home to her.”

“I understand. But promise me it won’t take me another six years to have you again.” He gripped my waist and held me still, his eyes waiting for my answer.

“I promise.” With one last kiss, he stepped away. We went about righting our clothes, and I was on my way home.

I couldn’t help but think about our first time, how we’d both taken each other’s virginity when I was just a junior and he a senior. Nothing had come of that either, and even though he seemed like he wanted things to go further, I wouldn’t get my hopes up for more than a sexual encounter now and then, which seemed to be the story of our lives.