Danielle
Rodney’s eyes were wild and full of lust when he pulled me up, pressing me against his body. He ground his cock against me, showing me exactly how turned on he was and how much he wanted me. Heat flushed through my body and pooled between my legs. I gasped when he kissed me and spun me around to the desk behind me.
With no effort at all, Rodney lifted me onto the desk. He pushed himself between my legs so they opened, my pencil skirt riding up because it couldn’t stretch. I wasn’t wearing panties, and in no time at all, my pussy was bared for him.
Rodney slid his hand over my thigh and between my legs, and I shivered. When he touched my clit, I jerked a little. I looked at Rodney, and his icy eyes were on mine, a look of pure confidence on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had me under his spell.
He slipped his fingers down to my entrance, dipping them into my wetness, and my breath hitched in my throat. He slid back to my clit and circled it, running his fingers around my sensitive bud in slow circles.
I gasped and moaned, leaning toward Rodney, struggling to stay upright. I was reduced to gasps and moans, powered by pleasure alone.
Rodney brought me closer and closer to the edge, working me up into a frenzy. I gasped, my breathing shallow and ragged as he rubbed me harder and faster. When I was on the verge of losing it completely, Rodney pressed his lips against my ear.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, and that was all it took.
I cried out, the orgasm shattering me, pulling me part at the seams. I pressed my face into Rodney’s shoulder, trying to muffle my cries. For a moment, I knew nothing but ecstasy.
When the orgasm subsided, Rodney kissed me again. His hand was still between my legs, but as if he knew how sensitive I was now, he didn’t move.
“That’s a good girl,” he muttered against my lips, and I shivered. It wasn’t condescending. It was demanding and dominating in a way that was sexier than anything I had ever experienced.
I hadn’t been able to hold back. I had let go with reckless abandon. Rodney knew exactly what he was doing. I had never been with someone as skilled as Rodney before, and it was mind-blowing.
I was so wet after I came. Rodney reached between us, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. His was rock hard, the smooth shaft veiny and the head slick with lust. Rodney put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer, finding my entrance with ease. He shoved himself into me, not bothering to take it slowly. I was more than ready for him, wet and open. Still, he had to pull harder against me to push into me, and I cried out, trying to stay quiet in case someone was still in the office.
My skirt was bunched up around my waist, and Rodney was still fully clothed, but he was fucking me on his desk and it was amazing. Rodney thrust himself into me, fucking me harder and harder. His one hand stayed on my ass to keep up the rhythm, but his other hand slid up my back, over my shoulder, and he cupped my cheek when he kissed me. He pushed his hand into my hair, grabbing a fistful and held my head in a position for him to taste me with his lips. It was so hot, the way he did whatever he wanted to me, taking me where he wanted me.
Rodney hammered into me, pushing his big dick into me harder and faster before slowing down almost to the point of torture. He alternated his pace, going hard and fast until I was sure I would orgasm again, before he slowed down to tease me until I cried out in frustration. By doing this, Rodney kept me on the edge of an orgasm for so long that when he finally pounded into me, keeping it up until the second orgasm washed over me, it was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced before. I fell apart in his arms, gasping and moaning, a mess of raw ecstasy.
“Fuck, it’s so hot when you come for me,” Rodney said when I was able to think clearly again and I looked up at him with hooded eyes. I gave him a limp smile.
“Turn around, babe,” he commanded.
He pulled out of me and helped me off the desk before he turned me around, his hands on my hips. The fronts of my thighs were against the desk. Rodney pressed his hand against my back, bending me over the desk so my ass was on display for him.
He squeezed my ass cheeks, running his hands up and down my thighs until I shivered and goosebumps broke out over my entire body. When I felt like I couldn’t handle it anymore, Rodney pushed into me from behind.
I cried out. It wasn’t the first time he fucked me from behind, but from this angle, he was even bigger than from the front, and the pleasure that came with him ramming himself into me was accompanied by a little bit of pain. It was just enough to make me shiver and wonder if I was going to orgasm again immediately.
“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you on my desk like this since you started working here,” Rodney said in a voice so deep and hoarse, it sounded like a growl. I wanted to respond, to tell him that he should have done it sooner if that was what he’d wanted, but I didn’t have a chance to.
Rodney pulled out almost all the way before he slammed into me again, filling me up. I cried out, collapsing onto the desk. He fucked me harder and harder, pounding in and out of me, the friction driving me crazy. The room was filled with the sound of our sex. My cries mingled with Rodney’s grunts and groans. He fucked me so hard, the desk shifted onto the carpet with each thrust and Rodney’s balls slapped against my pussy.
I cried out in a semi-orgasmic state, held there by the way Rodney pumped into me, his hands on my hips to hold me in place. I gripped the desk, trying to keep steady while he pounded into me. I wasn’t naked, which I would have preferred. I would have liked my breasts not to be restricted by my bra so I could feel them swinging back and forth and feel the cold of the wood under my hard nipples.
But this was enough for now.
Another orgasm ripped through me, finally taking hold of me, and I cried out, shuddering on the table, my body clamping down on Rodney’s cock. I spasmed and contracted, and I was suddenly very tight, making Rodney’s strokes so much more intense than a second ago.
“God, Danielle,” Rodney bit out and shoved himself into me as deep as he could. I felt him twitch and jerk as he came, too, emptying himself inside of me. I breathed hard, the orgasm rolling into another one. It seemed like it would never stop. Rodney pumped inside of me, and I gasped and moaned.
Slowly, the orgasm subsided, calm setting in where there had been chaos before. Rodney stroked his hands over my ass cheeks, patting me before he pulled out of me. I felt his absence acutely, my entrance gaping and dripping with what we had just done. I heard the rustle of clothing as Rodney zipped up.
I pushed up from the desktop. Rodney held out a Kleenex holder to me, and I took two tissues. Rodney turned his back so I could clean up without him watching me. I mopped up the mess as well as I could so nothing embarrassing would happen when I was in public, considering I didn’t have any panties with me. But the only way I would be able to clean properly was if I went home and showered.
When I was done, having done the best I could, I pulled my skirt down over my legs. I tucked my breasts back into my bra–they had started spilling out with Rodney’s efforts. I fluffed my hair, finger-combing it so I looked respectable, and it was as if nothing had happened. If it wasn’t for how flushed I felt and Rodney’s glazed eyes, the smell of our sex hanging in the office, no one would have known what we just did.
I stepped closer to Rodney, who turned toward me, and kissed him.
“Thank you,” I said when I broke the kiss.
Rodney nodded. I couldn’t read his expression, but I had an idea about what was running through his mind.
“I know this can’t happen again,” I added. That was what we had agreed upon before we’d started, right? One last time.
“Yeah, that’s good. No more.” His voice was still a little hoarse and not as convincing as it could have been, but we couldn’t keep doing this. I understood that he wanted us to stop.
I just didn’t know how I was going to do that.
Rodney collected his briefcase and walked with me to my desk where I found my bag. He let me walk first out of the office, and we walked to the elevator together in silence. There was nothing to say, after all.
I wasn’t sure I would be able to let it go. I couldn’t just forget about fucking Rodney. Or rather, about him fucking me. It had been spectacular both times, and I wanted him to make me feel that way again. What we had done today had only made me want him more. I was already ready for round two. I wanted him to take me home with him and strip me naked. I wanted him to taste my body again, to fuck me in more positions. To give me orgasms until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.
But none of that was going to happen, was it? Because Rodney didn’t want to keep doing this. A part of me understood where he was coming from, but a much larger part of me wanted to keep doing this. I wanted him to keep touching me the way he’d touched me, looking at me as if it would be the end of his world if he didn’t have me right now. How the hell was I supposed to walk away from this? How was I supposed to close this chapter and not look back?
I wanted it to be different. I wanted to change it. Something had to give.
When I glanced at Rodney, stoic and silent in the elevator next to me as if nothing had just happened between us in the office, I realized it was all a dream. Rodney wasn’t going to fuck me again. He wasn’t going to keep playing this game with me. I had told him it was the last time, and he was going to hold me to it.
Fuck.