Caraleigh

 

Holy fucking shit! I had no clue that the vibrations would be such a turn on for me, but right now? If he were to touch me, I’d go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. We stop at a light and he hollers back, “You doing okay?” Ummm...how can I answer his question without sounding like an excited minx?

I lean closer, if that’s even possible, and say, “Yes. But we gotta talk.” He pats my leg again and then takes off when the light turns green. We pull into a Mexican restaurant and he helps me off. “My legs feel a little bit like jello,” I confess as he takes my helmet and puts it in the saddlebag next to his.

“That’s normal, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it. Now what do we have to talk about?”

I lean in closer and pull him down so I’m whispering in his ear. There’s no way in hell I want Twisted or Paisley to know my current predicament! “Those vibrations...um...well, hell, no other way but to say it—they turned me on!” Should I tell him I want to do this as much as we possibly can?

His chuckle sends shivers down my spine. “We may have to figure out how we can handle that, sweetheart, especially with me sporting a hard-on.” I glance down and can feel the fire hit my cheeks as his jeans show the evidence of his desire.

“But...how? I mean, you’re getting ready to leave.”

“Sweetheart, I have to go back to the office. And... just saying, my door has a lock and my office is soundproof.”

“Won’t anyone think something’s going on?” I ask as we make our way into the restaurant.

“Nope. Twisted will likely do the same thing with Paisley when we get back.”

I know my eyebrows are now in my hairline. I mean, it is a place of business and here we are, talking about a quickie! He grins at me and I blush. “C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get something to eat.” When he says the word eat, he says it in a husky voice, causing me to imagine myself being his menu of choice.

 

 

Lunch ends up being a lot of fun and I find myself laughing at the stories that Twisted and Braxton share about starting up the business. Soon, we’re back on the bikes heading back to the office and my stomach clenches at what is to come. Both Paisley and I took a few minutes at the restaurant and I freshened up a bit. I blush thinking of the knowing look on her face when she said, “So, looks like things are cooking with gas between you two.” All I could do was nod. I know you’re supposed to share these things with your girlfriends, but for now, I want to keep this to myself. I don’t want to share that part of him with them, or anyone yet.

When we walk back into the building, the receptionist looks up and smiles flirtatiously at Braxton and I find myself gritting my teeth. “Hold my calls, Starla, I need to go over a few things with Cara before I take off.”

“Anything for you, Braxton,” she says. I nearly freeze on the spot, for the first time in my life I want to lay claim to a man. I envision myself plucking her eyes from her sockets so she can’t look at my man like that ever again! And her sultry tongue, yeah—that has to go too. Braxton tugs on my arm causing my feet to move from their firmly planted spot.

He leads me into his office and I catch Paisley’s grin as she goes into Twisted’s. Before the respective doors close, she winks. He walks over to his chair and says, “C’mere, sweetheart.”

I am so out of my element here! Graham was strictly a missionary man, and from my experience the other night, not a very good one. I slowly walk over to his chair and he gently pulls me onto his lap. “Kiss me, Cara,” he commands. All thoughts of Starla disappear with his demand.

Damn! His voice alone makes my engines rev, but couple it with the ride back and I’m about to combust. I lean down to kiss him and find his hands have moved to my hair, removing my braid. “Love your hair, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips. He deepens the kiss and I find myself lost, surrounded by him. I can feel my heart skip a beat in anticipation of what is yet to come.

Before I know what has happened, I’m shirtless and he has unsnapped my bra. “Braxton! I... I didn’t think you were serious.” Deep down however, I knew he was, why am I in denial when it comes to this man and his wayward ways?

“Sweetheart, I’m always gonna be serious when it comes to my dick in your pussy.” With no warning, he nuzzles my neck causing me to arch my head back. I had no damn idea that spot was an erogenous zone, but somehow, he knows. My bra is now somewhere on the floor, having joined my shirt and both of his hands are stroking my breasts, causing my nipples to pebble and harden beneath his touch. “Feels so good,” I moan.

“Stand up, sweetheart,” he murmurs before taking one of my nipples in his mouth. Yeah right, stand up now? My legs are fucking shaky and I’m pretty sure that Niagara Falls has taken up roost between my legs.

Shakily, I stand and watch as he quickly unsnaps and unzips my jeans before pulling them, along with my underwear, down my legs and off onto the floor. I’m now standing here naked in his office and he’s looking at me like he grabbed the brass ring. With no warning, he lifts me onto his desk, his shoulders between my legs to spread them apart. Seconds later, his tongue and lips are on me, moving from back to front as though he has all the time in the world. “Damn, sweetheart, you’re soaked. Thinking you like riding more than you let on.”

He continues his ministrations and I find my hands moving to my breasts. They ache and I’m hoping I can soothe them somehow, even as I start writhing on his desk. I’ve never felt so out of control as I do right now. When first one finger and then a second enter me, I feel my back arching off the desk. “Fuck...Braxton...what are you doing to me?” I moan out. “I can feel myself clenching around your fingers, I need more, Braxton, I need you inside of me.”