“What would you do?” Her head rolled into mine. “If you were insulted?”
“I’d tie you up like a pretty little doll and hide you under my desk. Then I’d fuck you at my leisure until my cum was the only thing you could taste, the only thing you could think about.” Lower, my hand traveled until I pressed between the silky hot warmth of her thighs.
Callie shifted her stance wider, granting me access.
Dipping between her legs, my fingers were instantly soaked in her slick and trembling moan rose from Callie. Both her hands landed on the desk and her knuckles with lifted her fingertips pressing hard against the glass.
“After all, I’m not going to take an insult lying down. Does the special treatment I give you go unnoticed? Have you not seen me haunting your steps, desperate for a taste but respecting the line that exists between us?”
Ironic, considering my hand was now in her panties and she’d done nothing to get me to stop.
“An insult like that,” I continued, stroking my fingers through her soaked folds in a quick rhythm. “Well, that’s enough to make me think maybe you need a more direct approach. And what’s more direct than having you choking on my cock while I tend my morning meetings? Can you picture it?”
Callie’s head fell to the side and my lips drifted down to her throat. Burning skin flares crimson after each graze of my teeth, and I dipped my fingers deep into her core, pulling a restrained moan from her.
“You tucked up all neat, writhing and desperate as toys bring you to orgasm over and over again, reminding you just who has power over you and your body. You’d beg me to stop, but I’d just turn them up until the only begging, desperate plea from your lips is for my cock?—”
“Ahh!” Callie surged forward with a loud cry, then slapped one hand over her mouth. Her hair cascaded forward and her body trembled uncontrollably while her pussy clamped rhythmically down on my fingers.
She came.
Just from a little fingering and dirty talk?
“Just how sensitive are you?” I asked with a light chuckle, licking her throat just over where her pulse thrummed violently beneath.
“Oh god,” Callie gasped. Each breath from her was tinged with a sweet moan, and I had barely done anything. Had Liam worked her up before she got here or was this all me?
“You came. Without permission? You really did want to see me insulted, didn’t you?”
“I’m—!” Callie’s weak attempt at an explanation died as I pulled my hand free from her panties and brought my soaked fingers to my lips. Turning her head, she watched me with wide eyes as I slowly sucked her sweet juices from my fingertips. The flush on her cheeks was so deep it was almost purple, a stark contrast from the rest of her body other than the flush creeping down her throat.
“My turn.”
Hoisting her skirt up to her waist, I wasted no time in jerking her panties to the side and unzipping myself. Lining my cock up, I thrust into her soaked pussy in one smooth move. The moment our hips collided, Callie jolted forward onto my desk and yelped, then silenced herself once more with her hand over her mouth.
There was no resistance as I shoved her down onto my desk, causing stationary and papers to scatter across the surface and clatter to the floor. I began to fuck her immediately. Callie moaned openly, her hands skimming across the table for something to hold onto. In the end, she tucked her face into the crook of her elbow to muffle her moans while her other hand curled around my monitor stand and held on.
“That’s it,” I grunted as her silky soft pussy gripped me to perfection. “I knew you wanted a taste. Maybe I should write it into your contract if that’s how obvious you need me to be.”
Callie was speechless, communicating only in whimpers and moans as they spilled from her like a waterfall. I wanted to be her elbow. I wanted to swallow down every single one of those sounds, but from this angle, it was impossible.
My hips moved hard and fast with shallow thrusts that shunted her into my desk with each slam of my hips. The metal legs of my desk creaked like percussion to the slap of skin. Gripping her hip with one hand, my other strokes continuously across her back until the telltale ache in my balls made itself known.
Then I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up against my chest, allowing one loud moan to escape Callie as her mouth opened. Respecting her desire to silence herself, I moved my hand over her mouth. She clung onto my forearm as my thrusts increased, desperate to reach deeper inside her.
“Do you believe me now?” I panted against her cheek. My rhythm faltered and for the last few seconds, there was nothing but the hot, desperate fucking to reach my end.
“You, Callie, might not belong to me,” I gasped as my orgasm crashed over me and I came deep inside her. “But your pussy does.”
8
CALLIE
“You did WHAT?”
A distant clatter followed Bianca’s shock, drawing a laugh from me as I lounged back on my bed and toyed with the tier of my house coat. Freshly showered after getting home, I was soaking up the strange new peace that existed in my soul ever since my morning with Sawyer.
“I fucked him,” I said and a childish surge of excitement rushed up through my chest like I was still a teenager. “Or he fucked me. I’m not really sure where the line is here. And I didn’t want to tell you this at the restaurant because this is not dinner conversation.”