Grace
Instead of the soft, careful kisses we had exchanged in the past. This one was all passion and heat. His tongue massaged my own in powerful, demanding strokes that made my body ache for so much more than just that one kiss.
When Fletcher pulled back for air, I had a moment of clarity. Fear of what would happen to my poor heart—and my job—if whatever this was between us went south gripped at my insides. In an act of self-preservation, I pushed my desire aside and tried—as best as I could—to do the right thing and stop this madness before it was too late.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered.
“I know,” Fletcher said in a confident voice.
Sure that he would pull away from me and send me away as he usually did, I braced myself for the heartbreak. However, to my great surprise, Fletcher stayed right where he was and kissed me again.
I sighed against his mouth as my feeble resolve melted and I welcomed him again. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, my neck, my chest, and I let him taste every inch of me. Kissing Fletcher was like a dream and being held by him was everything I had ever wanted.
He put his arms around my body and pulled me so close to him I could feel his taut muscles and the lust in his pants. Feeling dizzy with desire, I moaned as his hands traveled up to my shoulder. He flickered the strap on my shoulder and the top of my dress fell down, revealing my lace covered breasts.
With a fixed gaze, Fletcher inched his hand under the soft fabric and finally touched my breast. I moaned as he massaged it, kneading it and urging my body to respond.
As he continued to pleasure me, I unbuttoned his shirt. My movements were slow and unpracticed. Though I was no virgin, I wasn’t too experienced either, but Fletcher didn’t seem to notice.
Once the garment was completely open, I pushed my hands onto his bare skin. His chest hair curled around the tips of my fingers, tickling me in the most erotic way. He kissed my neck and slid the zipper of my dress open as I pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Before his shirt even hit the floor, my dress was falling down my legs, and his fingers were unclasping my bra.
Seeing the passion in Fletcher’s eyes as I stood topless in front him was empowering. I felt beautiful, desired and all the other things I usually didn’t feel. It was a whole new world for me, and I loved it.
Mesmerized, Fletcher lifted a hand and touched me again. I gasped as his skin connected with mine and his fingers worked my hardened nipples. Every one of his touches was like having a live wire touching my skin. It was intense, but in a way that made me feel extremely alive.
Our kisses grew more and more intense as Fletcher pulled and tweaked with my nipples. Outside the door, I could hear people talking and walking by. For a second I wondered if they were also looking for a quiet place to fool around or if they were looking for us, but then Fletcher started kissing a downward path on my body and all thoughts were lost.
He kissed and nibbled every inch of my soft skin. His lips explored my collarbones, my cleavage, and my nipples where he took his sweet time. I moaned out his name as his mouth continued traveling down. He left a trail of fire as he kissed over my sides, belly and hip bones. I gasped as his thumbs hooked the sides of my thong and he slowly pulled the fabric down.
Leaving me completely naked, Fletcher stood up again and took a step back to admire me. My nature was to. feel self-conscious and try to cover myself, but with him, I didn’t. I felt comfortable and right.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice not at all slurred for the first time that night.
Not knowing how to reply to his usual comment, I just smiled and stood there, breathing deeply. After no more than a couple of seconds, he walked the distance between us and kissed me again.
Slowly, Fletcher’s hand moved around my hipbone and between my legs. I opened them willingly, welcoming his fingers into my moist sex. We’d never gone this far. This was forbidden territory—probably why it felt so damn good—but we were both eager to adventure into it.
I felt my body vibrate with each move of his probing fingers. It was like his touch made every cell of my body take a life of their own. My eyes closed and my heart thumped as his thumb circled my clit and teased my opening.
Unable to hold any longer, I fiddled with his belt buckle until it came loose in my hand. I didn’t want Fletcher to stop or back away, so I took charge and started undressing him. It took some concentration to move my hands while he continued to pleasure me, but I was bound and determined.
Apparently, so was he.
When his jeans fell to his ankles, Fletcher took his hands off of me for just long enough to remove his boxer briefs and kick off his shoes. I gasped at the sight of him. His cock was big and thick and everything I had ever imagined it to be. I wanted to touch it, to taste it, but I didn’t have a chance.
In one swift move, Fletcher pulled me towards his desk and propped me on top of it. His gaze was hungry, and his voice was intense. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” I said in a raspy voice but with plenty conviction.
He took a deep breath and pried my legs opened. “I don’t think I can be gentle right now.”
My whole body hummed with anticipation. Inching my hips closer to the edge of the desk—and toward. his magnificent cock—I forced my dry mouth to form words. “Then don’t. All I want is for you to take me and make me yours.”
A slow, pleased smirk formed on his lips as his eyes finally completely focused, every evidence of his inebriation completely gone. Holding the tops of my thighs, he pushed into me with one powerful roll of his hips.
My mouth opened and I whimpered with pleasure. All thoughts vanished from my mind, leaving only me and Fletcher and this moment in a complete void.
Our eyes stayed locked as he gave me a moment to adjust. I had dreamt about this for so long it seemed surreal. But then, he rolled his hips again, and the pleasure that shot up my body told me it was very real.
Fletcher moved inside of me, and the friction was pure ecstasy. My body responded, giving every ounce of his efforts and delight back to him until we were both gasping and moaning. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he pushed into me a bit stronger and pulled my body to his at the same time, going a bit deeper.
I tried to keep quiet, but the feeling was so intense I couldn’t hold myself and ended up calling out his name. He smiled with lust and pride as I did, and kept that pace until I was unintelligible. Then, he kept going.
Something warm and delicious started to build inside of me. It started at my core but quickly spread all over. Every orgasm I had ever had before had been underwhelming, but this one . . . This one was going to rip me apart and put me back together in one fell swoop. I knew it would.
Fletcher cursed under his breath and kept going at a relentless pace as my legs grew numb and my body was consumed by wildfire. I dug my fingers into the hard wood of his desk just as he stiffened inside of me, and together we found our release.
Gasping and shivering, I looked up at Fletcher who was still standing between my legs with his member buried inside of me, and I saw the hint of a smile on his face. Smiles were hard things to see on him, and knowing I had managed to extract one was like finding a living breathing unicorn.
Contorting myself into a semi-sitting position, I pushed my hands into his hair and brought his lips to mine. I kissed him deeply and with all the passion that was still coursing through me. He kissed me back, but the passion and fire that had been so prominent in his other kisses were no longer there.
An agonizing fear that he regretted this threatened to consume me, but I pushed the feeling aside and tacked the lack of passion in his kiss to tiredness and alcohol. I refused to feel anything other than the joy this moment brought me.
Once our mouths disconnected, Fletcher pulled out of me, kissed my cheek and helped me out of the desk. After that almost tender exchange, he gave me a sideways smile and started putting his clothes back on. Taking his cue, I did the same. We didn’t talk or cuddle, not that I was expecting us to. Sex in the office was anything but romantic, after all.
Once we were both dressed, he cleared his throat and spoke. “You should go back there; your friends will miss you.”
His tone was kind and thoughtful, but my heart sank a little. I understood what he was saying and knew he was absolutely right, but it still felt horrible to be a secret.
Knowing better than to argue, I just nodded, straightened my hair and turned towards the door. I tried to measure my strides so that I looked normal and not disappointed that he hadn’t asked me to stay with him longer.
Then, just as I was about to open the door, Fletcher called me back. “Grace.”
A hopeful smile came alive on my lips as I looked at him. He was standing by his liquor cabinet, looking all disheveled and sexy. “Yes?”
“I’ll speak to you tomorrow, okay?”
I sighed, and my shoulders sagged, but I kept my smile on as I nodded. Without another word, I walked out of the office and returned to the party—and to the loyal company of Valerie’s punch bowl.