Chapter Two

 

Claire

 

“Claire?  I have something to tell you, but it’s, like, really important that you don’t freak out.”

I glanced up from my computer.  Roxie’s face was pale, and she looked like my cat did right before he threw up a hairball.

“What’s wrong?”

“Okay, but remember, don’t freak out.”

“Roxie!  What is it?”

She shut the door to my office.  “I can’t find the remote.”

“Please tell me you are not referring to the remote that controls the sex toy that is currently lodged in my goddamn lady taco.”

“I’m sorry.  It was in my pocket and now it’s not.”

I stood up and really wanted to stomp around the desk to show Roxie how angry I was, but the aforementioned sex toy shoved up against my hoo-hah meant I had to make small and measured steps.  The damn thing wasn’t even vibrating, but just the pressure of it against my clit, the small movements it made as I walked, sent little electric shocks of pleasure up and down my spine. 

Christ, why did I ever agree to this stupid dare?  Once again, I blamed the whiskey.

“I’m going to straight up murder you, Roxie.  Do you hear me?”

“I’m sorry!  I don’t know how it happened.”

I glared at the small brunette.  “Where have you been since you got here?”

“Well, it was in my pocket when I was at my cubicle, I know that for sure.  I went to Ryan’s desk and talked to him for a bit and then I grabbed a coffee from the kitchen.”

I grabbed her arm and steered her toward my door.  “You move your ass toward the kitchen and see if it’s on the damn floor of the hallway or the kitchen.”

“Where are you going?”  She asked as we stepped into the hallway.

“To the bathroom to take this stupid thing off,” I said in a low voice.  “Then I’m going to check by Ryan’s desk.”

“I’m sorry, Claire.  Really.”

“Go, Roxie!”  I gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the kitchen.  I headed in the opposite direction.  The bathroom wasn’t far, but I couldn’t get there soon enough.  I needed to get the damn thing off my genitals before –

The sudden vibration against my clit made me squeal and stumble to a stop.  I leaned against the wall, biting my lip and trying not to fucking moan as the vibration when from low to high.

Oh sweet merciful God.  This could not be happening.

I lurched around the corner, sweat beading up on my forehead as the damn pink butterfly vibrated against my clit.  I groaned inwardly.  A few of the electricians were standing in a loose circle in the middle of the hallway.

“Where did you find it?”  Gerry was staring at the small silver remote in Ryan’s hand.

“On the floor by my desk,” Ryan said.

“What’s it for?”  Ron asked.

“I have no idea.”  Ryan pushed a button and I swallowed down my moan as the steady vibration became a hard and rhythmic pulse against my aching clit.  I grabbed the wall for support, squeezing my thighs together and trying to stop my body from noticeably shaking.

I needed to get the remote away from Ryan before I had a goddamn climax right in the middle of the hallway. 

Before I could lunge forward and grab the remote, Jonah slipped by me.  He plucked the remote from Ryan’s hand.  “Thank you, Ryan.  I wondered where this was.”

“Oh, it’s yours, Boss?”  Ryan said.

“It is.”  Jonah pressed a button and thank sweet baby Jesus, the vibration stopped.  I leaned against the wall, trying not to noticeably tremble as Jonah slid the remote into his pocket.  I had no idea why my boss was saying the remote was his, and frankly, I didn’t care.  I was heading straight to the bathroom and throwing the stupid butterfly vibrator in the trash and Jonah could do whatever the hell he wanted with the remote. 

I highly doubted that Jonah knew what it was for.  My boss was straight-laced and didn’t have a kinky bone in his body.  Like I told Luna, the idea of him even knowing what a butterfly vibrator was, let alone using one on a girlfriend, was so far out in left field you’d need binoculars to see it. 

It didn’t matter anyway.  All that mattered was he had shut it off and I could get to the bathroom and get out of this thing before I humiliated myself.  Straightening my back, I walked toward the electricians, ignoring the way my clit was still throbbing, and tried to smile naturally at them.

“Good morning.”

As I walked by Jonah, his big hand caught me just above the elbow and pulled me to a stop.  “Claire, I need to speak to you in my office.”

“Sure.  Just give me five minutes and -”

He steered me past the group of electricians and the bathroom.  “It will only take a moment.”

I sighed and allowed him to lead me to his office.  He pointed to the chair and I heard the distinct click as he locked his office door. “Have a seat please.”

Grimacing, I sat and tried to discreetly move my pelvis to dislodge the vibrator against my clit.  It was no use, I had apparently tightened the waist and thigh straps a little too tight.  That little monstrous butterfly was pressed up against my clit and it wasn’t going anywhere.

Jonah moved to the window of his office and turned his back to me.  He stared out the window before shoving both hands into his pockets.  “How was your weekend, Claire?”

“Fine, thank you.”  Shit, my boss would pick this moment to act like a normal human being.  I reached up and wiped at my forehead.  I was sweating worse than a hooker in church.  “What is it that you need, Jonah?  I don’t mean to be rude, but I -”

My words were cut off with a small gasp when the butterfly buzzed to life and my poor swollen clit was assaulted by vibrations again.

I stared at my boss’ broad back, my hands clenching down on the chair arms as pleasure coiled in my belly.

Oh fuck. 

I was roughly twenty seconds away from cumming in my boss’ office.

 

* * *

 

Jonah

 

If you had told me five years ago, that someday I’d be in my office with my hotter-than-hell HR Manager and holding the remote to the vibrator she was wearing against her pussy, I would have laughed in your face.

I was making a very big mistake.  Possibly the worst mistake of my entire fucking life.  But hell, I was only human.  I’d spent the last five years lusting after my HR manager, and now that she was sitting in my office and on the verge of an orgasm, it was like every one of my depraved fantasies were coming true.

I continued to stare out the window and clicked the off button on the remote.  I heard her soft moan of relief edged in frustration and a grin crossed my face before I clicked it on again.  It must have been a good quality clit vibrator, I couldn’t even hear it in the silence of my office, but I could hear her gasp, hear the sound of the chair squeaking when she shifted.

“Jonah, I need to -”

I turned around.  “Need to what, Claire?”

She stood up, her legs shaking and her face bright red.  “I need to leave.  Give me five minutes and I’ll -”

“You’ll what?  Run to the bathroom and take off the vibrator?”  I pushed the button on the remote, sending the vibration to a higher intensity.  She cried out and clutched at my desk.  “What are the odds of you making it to the bathroom before you orgasm, Claire?”

“Please,” she moaned.

I moved to my desk.  It was covered in work orders and my ancient laptop was nearly buried under the paperwork.  I stepped behind her and pressed my erection against her amazing ass as I switched the vibration to an unpredictable rhythm.

She breathed deep, I don’t think she’d even noticed how hard my cock was, and her shoulders relaxed.  “Jonah, it isn’t – oh my God!”

Her entire body twitched, her pelvis pumping helplessly when the vibrator buzzed against her.  I groaned when her ass bumped against my dick and leaned forward, letting my breath wash over the side of her neck.  “I’ll let you leave my office, Claire, but you should decide if you’d rather have an orgasm here in my office with only me watching, or in the hallway with everyone watching.”

“Oh God,” she moaned.  “Give me that fucking remote.”

I laughed and nipped at her earlobe.  “A word of advice, pet?  When you decide to wear a vibrator to work, never lose the remote.”

“I – I didn’t, I…oh fuck!”  Her body arched again as her clit was assaulted with vibrations.  When it stopped, she said, “I’m not wearing a vibrator.”

“Liar,” I said.  “You think I don’t recognize a vibrator remote when I see one?”

She swallowed, and I kissed the curve of her neck as she whispered.  “Please let me leave, Jonah.”

“You’re free to leave my office anytime you wish, Claire.  But I’m not giving you the remote.  Finders keepers, losers weepers.”

“You’re the worst.”  Her body arched again.

“I am,” I agreed.  “Answer the question, please.  Do you want to cum in my office with just me watching, or cum in the hallway with everyone watching?”

“You, just you,” she moaned.

“Good girl.  Unbutton your shirt, please.  I want to see your tits.”

I was pleasantly surprised when Claire immediately unbuttoned her shirt.  My HR Manager was hot, and I’d had more than one perverse fantasy about her over the years, but she was vanilla through and through.  Just the fact that she was wearing a vibrator was surprising and something I would have to consider at deeper length.  But later… when my dick wasn’t aching to be buried in her sweet, tight pussy.

As she unbuttoned her shirt, her body trembling and her hoarse voice moaning about every thirty seconds, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet.  I tucked the condom into my shirt pocket and dropped my wallet on the desk before helping Claire out of her shirt.  I quickly unhooked her bra and removed it.  She didn’t protest, in fact she arched her back as I leaned over her shoulder and stared at her tits.

They were incredible.  Full and ripe and tipped with gorgeous pink nipples that were already rock hard.  I was tempted to turn off the vibrator and then suck on her nipples for a while.  Tease her, have her begging and pleading for me to turn it back on, but we were at the office and I was supposed to be headed out to a job site with Ryan in less than half an hour.

If I wanted to fuck Claire – and despite knowing how wrong it was, neither of us were leaving until I was balls-fucking-deep inside of her and she was cumming all over my dick – it would have to be hard and fast.

This time.

The sensible part of my brain ignored my assertion that I would be fucking Claire again.  This was a one-time thing, hell, I shouldn’t even be doing this now.  But I never was very good at ignoring what my dick wanted me to do.

I was still holding the remote in my left hand, but I reached around her with my right and cupped one gorgeous tit.  She moaned, and I sucked on her earlobe. 

“Shh, pet.  You don’t want the others hearing you.”

“Please, Jonah,” she whispered.  “Please, I want to cum.”

“I know you do.”  I tugged on her nipple, making her moan loudly again.  “But you have to be quiet.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, I – oh, oh, oh…”

She was on the verge of cumming, and I quickly switched off the vibrator.  She made a low sound of dismay, and I played with her nipple again as she rubbed her ass against my cock.

“What kind of vibe do you have tucked up against your sweet pussy, Claire?”

“Butterfly,” she gasped.

“Very nice.  Is it one that just stimulates your clit?”

“Y-yes.”

“So, your tight, little hole is empty, is that right?  Looking for something to fill it?”

“God, yes.  Please, Jonah.”

“Tell me what you want.”  I sucked on her earlobe again

“I want your dick in my pussy.”

Another little trickle of surprise.  Who would have thought Claire would be comfortable with the dirty talk?

“Lift your skirt and show me the vibe, pet.”

She immediately hiked her skirt up to her waist.  I tugged on her panties and she spread her legs and let me pull them down.  I left them around her ankles – fuck, she looked goddamn hot – and rubbed her naked ass before peering at the vibrator.  The little pink butterfly was nestled against her pussy. 

She was waxed completely bare – Jesus Christ, I had seriously underestimated my HR manager - and I had the perfect view of the butterfly vibrating when I turned it back on.  Her hands clenched down on the desk and she made a frantic sound of need.

“Don’t cum, Claire.”

“Please, I have to.”

“Control - learn it.  You’re not allowed to cum until my dick is in your pussy.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”  She was shaking wildly and I took pity on her and shut the vibe off.  She moaned in relief and slumped against me.

“Lean over the desk.  Hands on top and legs spread wide.  I’m going to give you my cock now.  If you want it.  Do you, pet?”

“I do want it,” she whimpered.  She bent over my desk, bracing her hands on top of the piles of work orders, and spread her legs. 

I quickly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.  I dropped them and my briefs to my ankles and grabbed the condom from my shirt pocket before unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it behind me. 

Claire turned her head, her light green eyes studying my naked chest.  I could see the look of surprise on her face as she studied the tattoos that covered my upper body and both my arms.  I rolled on the condom as she continued to stare at my chest.

“Are you ready for my dick, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Fucking.Hell.

I was goddamn lucky I didn’t cum all over myself when Claire called me Sir.  As it was, my balls were tightening and I had to grab the base of my dick and squeeze.  She arched her back like a cat presenting herself to me, and this time I was the one who moaned.  I traced the straps around her thighs before running my hand over her ass again.

“Wider, pet.”

She spread her legs further without hesitation.  I studied her ass that, if I had my way, I’d be fucking by the end of the weekend, before lining my dick up against her hole.  She was soaking wet, and I pushed my dick into her with one hard thrust.

Our soft groans mingled together.  Fuck, she was so tight and wet.  I made another hard thrust and watched as she crumpled a few of the work orders in her fists.

I leaned over her and nuzzled the back of her neck.  “Careful, pet, you’re messing up my work orders.”

“You really need to clean off your desk,” she muttered.

I grinned and kissed the top of her shoulder.  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She released the papers, and I gripped her shoulder with my right hand.  She ground her ass against my pelvis and I muttered a curse.

“Fuck me, right now.”  She glared at me over her shoulder.

I showed her the remote in my left hand and grinned when her eyes widened.  She watched me push the button, and her entire body stiffened before she slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.

I fucked her hard and rough, holding her steady as I pounded into her.  She was moaning and rocking back to meet every one of my strokes.  Her pussy was smooth and wet and so fucking tight.  I clicked the vibe to a higher setting and she made a strangled cry before cumming all over my dick.  Her body tensed, her pussy squeezed exquisitely around me, and I thrust back and forth before cumming.  I wanted to howl with pleasure, but I clamped my lips shut against it and arched into Claire, closing my eyes as her pussy tightened and released my throbbing dick with every pulse of her orgasm.

“Jonah,” she gasped, “the vibe, please.  Too much.”

I hit the off button and she collapsed against my desk, her cheek resting on the papers scattered across it as she heaved air in and out of her lungs.  I pulled out of her and stepped back, a bit unsteadily if I’m being fucking truthful, and after a moment, she straightened. 

She looked over her shoulder, the pleasure on her face already replaced with disbelief.  “What the hell did we just do?”