Kissing had never felt this amazing.
Spencer drank from Kelly like she was water and he was a man who’d been marooned in the desert for days. He drowned in her taste then came alive when she met his kiss with so much vigor that he was surprised that she didn’t just inhale him.
Still kissing him, she sat up and shifted to create space for him on the couch. He settled beside her then promptly deepened the kiss. With one hand, he cupped her face to hold her right where he wanted her while his other hand went exploring. His hand smoothed over her shoulder, lingered over her arm then slid to the side of her body. When he squeezed her waist, she moaned into his mouth, letting him know that she liked that. So he did it again.
Kelly’s hands were just as adventurous as his. Her fingers ran through his hair, digging into his scalp, before trailing their way down to his shoulders. With her arms, she surrounded his shoulders then dragged him closer until they were so close, he could feel her breasts digging into his chest. That sweet contact sent pleasure rocketing up and down his spine. Groaning, he yanked her closer and into his lap to straddle him.
Yup! There. Right there. Now he could feel every inch of her delicious body pushing against his; her fleshy breasts pushing against his chest, her tummy brushing his, her thighs cradling his, and her pussy hovering just inches from his groin. But it still wasn’t enough. He needed to get rid of those last few inches between them.
He shoved the tight skirt of her blue dress up and over her ass so it was no longer a barrier. Kelly instinctively settled deeper into him, and finally, he felt her heat on him. It felt damn good. Spencer tore his lips from Kelly’s as desire, painful yet sweet, seared through him. But Kelly wasn’t ready to let him go. Her lips followed his, sealed them as one again. When he opened his mouth on a groan, her tongue darted in and flicked against his.
Damn! Was this woman trying to drive him insane? Grabbing her nape and waist with more force than necessary, he slanted his lips over hers and deepened the kiss. This kiss was different from all their other kisses. It was rough, and fast, and frantic. Pure lust.
He really thought it couldn’t get better than that; then Kelly one upped that kiss by grinding on him. It started subtly but soon, she was grinding her pussy over his cock in slow and hard swirls that had him holding his breath. Even though his slacks and her panties were between them, he felt every twirl, every hard grind. His shaft hardened, lengthened and jutted forward, seeking more of that sweetness. He lowered his hands to her ass and squeezed the deliciously plump flesh, earning himself a harder grind for his efforts. He groaned in pleasure.
Frankly, Spencer was surprised that Kelly hadn’t stopped them yet – not just because of their past, but also because they were still at the office. However, he wasn’t going to be the one to stop her. He was in too deep already. At this point, not even an earthquake could’ve dragged him from the pleasure that Kelly wove.
Need, pleasure and heat circled, bound and consumed them as their tongues danced to the silent music playing between them. Kelly must’ve felt overwhelmed by that heat because, without once ceasing her erotic movements on his lap or ending the kiss, she shrugged off her coat. It went sailing over the coffee table and to the floor.
If she was feeling too hot, then Spencer could help her out. He reached upwards to grab the zipper of her dress and drag it down. Still kissing her like his very life depended on it, he yanked the sleeves of her dress down and off her arms. The top of her dress fell to her waist revealing her bra-covered breasts.
Spencer tore his lips from hers and lowered his gaze. Damn, this woman was beautiful. Just seeing the lush tops of her breasts and the pink lacy fabric that hid the rest of her from his view was enough to lick his lip. Eager to see more, he reached behind her and expertly flicked the snap of her bra open. A moment later, the fabric went sailing into the air.
Spencer had never thought of himself as a breast man, but he suspected that that was about to change. Kelly was definitely more than a handful, just how he liked them. Dark brown crests stood over lush mounds, practically pleading for his touch. How could he deny her?
Painfully aware of Kelly watching him, he drew his hands upwards and cupped her. Her eyes widened, and she pulled in a sharp breath. When he flicked his thumbs against her nipples, she whimpered. But it was only after he drew one firm tip into his mouth that her little cries started in earnest.
“So sweet,” Spencer rasped, his voice rough with desire, before he sucked the erect brown tip deeper into his mouth.
Kelly arched against him desperately. Her needy moans were like gasoline to the fire raging within him. They egged him on, begged him to do his worst. So he did. He suckled her like she was the sweetest of honeys, flicked his tongue repeatedly over her nipple until he had her shaking like a leaf, then gave her other breast the same torturous treatment.
Her pleasure was his. The more she cried out and danced on his lap, the harder he got until he was sure that he’d come if he didn’t get her off his lap. His mouth never left her breast as he moved her from his lap to the couch. Now that he had her lying on her back, he could explore more, do more. While she was distracted by the havoc he was wreaking on her breasts, he dragged her dress down her legs and off her body. The fabric fell soundlessly to the floor, leaving Kelly in just her panties and heels – the way he’d imagined her several times.
After one last flick of his tongue against her breasts, he sat up so he could see exactly what he’d revealed. And what a sight it was. Her dark skin was shiny and moist, swollen lips slightly parted, brown eyes dazed as her voluptuous figure lay sprawled before him. His shaft reared forward at that sexy view, demanding to be let out of its cage. Who was he to deny it? Spencer flicked open the top button of his shirt.
THIS WAS IT. The perfect time to stop!
Though Kelly was practically naked and Spencer was working on the last button of his shirt, he was for all intents and purposes, still clothed. It meant that they hadn’t gone too far yet. She could stop him right now.
Stop him! Her brain yelled. However, her mouth refused to say the words and her hands refused to shove him away. All she could do was watch him with wide-eyed anticipation as he got rid of that last button. When he finally shrugged his shirt off, her breath caught in her throat.
The Statue of David had nothing on this man. His chest seemed carved from the finest granite; all muscles and smooth skin. She’d never used beautiful to describe a man before, but right now it was the only word ringing in her mind. Instinctively, she bit her bottom lip.
Spencer chuckled. “You like?”
“Mm.” She nodded, her gaze rising to meet his. She found him watching her, a wicked smile lifting the side of his lips.
“I like what I see too,” he murmured as his gaze slid from her face down her body, down, down… to stop at her panty-covered mound.
His eyes darkened perceptibly and his smile disappeared, leaving behind an almost wolfish expression – as if he wanted to consume her. If she wasn’t already wet, his hot gaze would’ve turned on the taps. Her heart skipped a beat when he set his hands on her thighs then pushed them further apart, exposing her completely to his heated gaze. Her breath caught in her chest when he slowly eased his hands down her thighs. Those errant hands stopped right at the edges of her panties.
Her blood froze in its tracks and all her muscles stilled as if waiting for his next move. He didn’t disappoint. With painful slowness, he grabbed the edges of her panties and dragged the fabric down her legs. His jaw began to tick and his breath quickened as he painstakingly revealed his prize. The only time his gaze slid away was when he lifted her legs so he could completely get rid of her panties.
And then she was naked.
No one had ever stared at Kelly so intensely, so thoroughly. She felt so completely exposed to him that a twinge of embarrassment swept through her. However, when she tried to cover her mound, Spencer grabbed her wrists and held her hands away from her body so he could stare to his content. Then he lowered his head, lower, lower… he kissed the very top of her mound.
“Spencer!” Kelly squealed in shock even as she came up to her elbows so she could better see what he was doing.
Spencer set another open-mouthed kiss at the top of her mound before journeying downwards. The muscles in Kelly’s lower tummy tightened the closer he got to her nether lips. Then he was there. She jerked when he flicked his tongue between her lips, almost came off the couch when he did it again. By the time he got to her clit, she was panting and shifting restlessly on the couch.
He took her hands and set them on his head before getting to the real work.
“Oh… jeez… Spence… oh… oh… ah.” Her whimpers and cries echoed in the room as Spencer worked her body.
Ah, he was good. The way he drank her like she was the sweetest stevia. The way he flicked that tongue across and around her clit. The way he stabbed that expert tongue into her like a little cock trying to get into her. Her fingers dug into his hair and she spread her thighs apart further so he had more space to move. She wasn’t a virgin, but the things this man was doing to her now were so new and foreign, she was surprised they didn’t come with a visa.
When he suddenly dipped a finger into her, she couldn’t help her whimper. Only the knowledge that they were still at the office kept her from screaming when he began to pump that finger in and out of her.
Holy hell! This man was going to be the death of her. He was driving her crazing, driving her wild. Her whimpers rang in time to the stroke of his finger inside her and the flick of his tongue on her clit. Her body shivered and shuddered as jolts of electricity shot up and down her spine with breathtaking speed. But Spencer wasn’t done with her. He added a second finger.
“Spence… ah…” Kelly threw her head back and raised her hips to meet those delicious strokes. His fingers were so long and thick that it almost felt like he was inside her. Her walls began to convulse, contracting over those nimble fingers as the waves began to build.
When the tremors started rolling through her body, she had to cup her palm over her mouth to keep from screaming like a banshee. Her orgasm came fast and hard. It punched and left her reeling with stars in her eyes. Her body jolted off the couch as she reached that sweet, sweet crest, then collapsed back as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Her release left her exhausted yet pleasantly satiated too. Her breath coming in gasps and her eyes closed, she lay on the couch, waiting for her body to stop shaking. She was so engrossed in the aftermath of her climax that she barely noticed Spencer get rid of his clothes. When she finally opened her eyes, she found him standing beside the couch, strapping up. When he was done, he came back over her.
After the mind-numbing orgasm, she’d just had, one would’ve thought that she’d feel nothing. One would be wrong. The feeling of Spencer’s warm skin against hers was overwhelmingly delicious. Instinctively, she circled his neck with her arms. With a smile, he lowered his mouth to hers.
This kiss was sweet, tender, almost thankful. It was long and tempting, almost as tempting as the play of his shaft against her slit. His length rubbed up and down between her nether lips in tune to their kiss, teasing and heating her until she got back to boiling point. Fresh wetness coated his shaft, making every slide even more delicious. Before she knew it, Kelly was spreading her legs and tilting her hips upwards, soundlessly pleading for something more. Still kissing her, Spencer lifted his upper body off her then reached between them to grab his shaft. He lined it up with her entrance then started to push in.
It’d been so long since Kelly had been with a man that her body instinctively protested the foreign invasion. To make matters worse, Spencer wasn’t a small man, which meant his entrance was more painful than pleasurable.
She tore her lips from him to plead. “Slowly.”
“Sorry.” Watching her keenly, he withdrew the inch that was already in then slowly pushed back in. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Okay.” She nodded then frowned when fresh pain shot through her. Spencer must’ve seen her pain because he started to withdraw again. She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him in. “Just keep pushing.”
“You sure?” he asked, concern battling desire in his expression.
Instead of answering, she tilted her hips up to take more of him. It was the cue he needed. Spencer lowered his head, sealed his lips to hers then thrust further in. His thickness stretched her, opened her up until finally he was in deep, real deep. Then he waited.
Kelly dragged in deep breaths in between his kisses and shifted beneath him, trying to get comfortable. Eventually, the pain faded and was replaced by pleasure.
Spencer ended the kiss to study her with hooded eyes. “Ready?”
Her nod was all he needed. He drew back until only his head remained inside her, leaving her with a frustratingly empty feeling. Seconds later, he filled her up to the brim. Kelly whimpered as sweet, sweet pleasure jabbed at her. Long, hard and slow, he thrust back in.
“There…” She gasped against his shoulder as her fingers dug into his upper body.
“Kelly… damn! You’re so tight.” Spencer groaned as he started to pull out.
She canted her hips upwards, following him so she could have more of that delicious fullness. He obliged her with a hard thrust that left her fully stuffed and whimpering his name. His cock scraped against the nerves along her walls as he pulled back out again, then lit up those very nerves again when he shoved himself back in.
“Ah… shit.” She flexed her pussy muscles around his thick rod to keep him from leaving, milking him for everything he had. The animalistic growl Spencer let out was almost as satisfying as the hard stroke he rewarded her with.
He kept pumping in and out so hard and fast that Kelly felt like a ragdoll being manipulated for his and her pleasure. Desire stabbed at her, leaving her feeling like she had tiny needles planted everywhere on her body. Spencer was just the man to pluck those needles out. Though his strokes were forceful and his gaze was shadowed with intense lust, he was completely in control of the moment. Every stroke was well-timed to break her down and drive her to the edge of control. When he hooked her thighs over his muscular arms to open her up even further, it was over for her.
The convulsions started. The trembling increased.
Stars. Fireworks.
Kelly squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her face into his shoulder as her climax hit her. Like a rogue train, it struck her and left her floating, boneless and utterly wreaked. Her orgasm was the straw that broke Spencer. His pace became faster, shorter, more frantic. If she thought he was thrusting into her with force before, this was beyond that. Pounding, pumping, pistoning… Short strokes, fast strokes… hard. Oh, so hard. His every thrust sent bolts of pleasure shooting through her already over-used body. She could hardly believe it when she began to tremble again.
When the fiery waves of pleasure started to engulf Spencer, she felt them too. His fast jabs as he raced to the finishing line pushed her closer and closer to the edge until she tumbled down with him. She held on to Spencer with all her might as wave after wave of desire rocked them.
Even after the turbulence stilled, they held on to each other. Perhaps aware that he was much heavier than her, Spencer shifted his body until he was lying only half-over her while he caught his breath. For a while, Kelly was lost in the sweetness of the moment. Even though Spencer’s skin was a little slippery because of all the exertion, it felt good to have him so close to her and to be sheltered in his strong arms. However, soon that pleasure faded and reason slowly seeped in.
Guilt and regret came racing in soon afterwards.
What had she just done? Had she just slept with the man who’d indirectly caused her father’s death? Dismay pulsed through her. She wanted to shove Spencer off her and angrily accuse him of seducing her but she couldn’t. She’d been as much a participant as he’d been. Even if he was the one who’d kissed her first, she was the one who’d taken it to another level. This was all her fault. She’d done this. Suddenly his being so close felt wrong. She felt like she was suffocating under the weight of his arm on her waist.
Despite the sudden lump blocking her throat, she forced out, “I need to leave.”
Her words were enough to drag Spencer from his lethargy. He lifted his head from her shoulder. Frowning, he asked, “What?”
“I need to go,” she said.
When he still didn’t move off her, she pushed his arm from her then moved away from him. Unfortunately, she’d underestimated the width of the couch and ended up tumbling off it. She fell to the carpeted floor in an awkward flurry of arms and legs.
“Are you okay?” Spencer leaned over to check on her, concern etched on his features.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Embarrassed heat flushed up her face as she scrambled to her feet.
Painfully aware that she was completely naked, she rushed around the room picking up her clothes. Spencer kept glancing her way as they both dressed but waited until they were fully clothed to quietly say, “I’ll drive you home.”
“No need.” Avoiding his gaze, she put on her heels. “I’ll just take a cab.”
“Then I’ll call it for you,” he offered.
“No,” she refused, her voice sharper than she intended. “I can do it myself.”
She felt a trembling sense of relief when Spencer didn’t insist further. But her relief was short-lived. When she emerged from the junior associate’s office with her purse, she found Spencer waiting for her at the now-deserted reception-area with his satchel in hand.
Was he going to force her into his car like he had last time? Kelly wondered even as she tried to avoid looking in his direction while they took the elevator down. Please don’t, she mentally pleaded with him. She was already confused and distraught enough. Spending more time with him would only worsen her state of mind.
Fortunately, Spencer didn’t try to stop her when she got off the elevator at the ground-floor. In fact, he stayed inside the elevator and only watched her as the doors closed.
That was that, right? Wrong.
It was only once she was in the cab that she noticed his SUV trailing the cab. She knew what he was doing; making sure she got home safe. If it was anyone else or any other day, she would’ve been grateful. But tonight, his continued presence only left her feeling guiltier. It reminded her of what she’d just done. How she’d just betrayed her father for momentary pleasure. Thankfully, Spencer didn’t get out of his car when the cab dropped her off.
Sin was asleep when Kelly crept into the apartment. That was good thing because Kelly didn’t want to tell her friend what she’d spent her night doing – or rather who she’d spent her night doing. After taking a shower in an unsuccessful attempt to rid herself of Spencer’s scent, she slipped into bed. However, sleep was hard to come by. When she wasn’t reliving every minute of their encounter, she was wallowing in remorse and shame. Before she knew it, tears were cascading down her face.
She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries.