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He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my leather shorts, but it takes my assistance to get me out of them. He leans me back on the desk.
“You are art,” he sighs, voice husky. “The brightest star in the sky would brass in your presence.”
I pull him towards me and kiss him deeply, my tongue darting into his mouth to explore. He yanks away abruptly and bites my lip. I watch as Mace sinks to his knees in front of me. “Maybe the Bliksem was onto something about you being a God because I just want to worship you on my knees.”
I snort out a laugh, but he cuts me off with soft kisses up the inside of my thighs. I inhale sharply as he ghosts his mouth over my most sensitive area. His long fingers slide up my hips, grab my underwear, and pull them down. “Do you know I picked these panties out for you?” he whispers without moving his mouth away from between my legs.
His warm breath brushes up against me in the most delicious way as he speaks. “You did not,” I reply, my voice unexpectedly raspy.
He looks up at me and grins. “I did. Every piece of clothing I hand-picked for you.” He holds up the panties I was wearing today, black and sheer, with blue threads running through them in overlapping lines. “Blue is my favorite color.”
I sit up and glare at him from above. He still hasn’t moved his head from between my legs, and the proximity of him is driving me mad with need. Still, I can’t help but give him a hard time. “So that’s why ALL my panties were blue?” He tries to school his face into an innocent expression, and I chuckle.
Before I can continue to berate him, he blows a strong breath across my clit, and I let out an entirely uncharacteristic yelp. Pleased with the response, he continues to blow softly, my legs spreading of their own accord to open to his advances.
Mace takes a single finger and drags it up my slit. It sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re so wet already.” I feel my face heating. In all the sex I’ve had, it’s been mechanical, just for a release. I am not used to someone taking their time the way Mace seems determined to.
I can feel my wetness growing more the longer Mace holds his face to my center. Without warning, he takes his tongue and runs it up my lips before dancing it over my clit. My head rolls back, and I lower myself to the desktop, lying bare before him.
“You’re so beautiful, Viola. Let me worship you.” He pushes my thighs farther apart still, opening my center before him. His tongue resumes its exploration of my body, every inch of my skin pebbling with the sensation.
With his tongue circling my clit, he slowly slides a finger into me. I gasp, my back curling up where my shoulders are all that’s left on the desk. He makes a sound of approval against me, the most delicious vibration powering through my body.
A second finger joins the first, and I groan, feeling both hook upwards in tandem, hitting that very sensitive spot of flesh inside me. I writhe beneath his touch, the pleasure all-consuming, like fire burning inside my limbs. His tongue, though sharp when he speaks, is soft and languid as it laps up my arousal.
Pulling his face away from my heat but leaving his fingers moving inside me, Mace whispers, “Do you like that?” His voice is deep and devious, and it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“I do.” My voice sounds foreign to me, breathy and low. He moves to close the distance between his mouth and my center again.
“Then why don’t you go ahead and come for me?”
The authority in his tone sends me reeling. Quickly, his mouth returns to my clit, sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue against it. He scrapes his teeth gently, and I cry out, my body fighting to remove itself from the table again.
He watches me, increasing the speed of his fingers with the feedback from my body. Shockwaves course through me, and I move to cry out once more. Mace rises up, my body immediately feeling the loss of his mouth as he clasps his free hand over my mouth. His other hand stays firmly rooted inside me. “Shh, there are still people working here. You’re being terribly rude.” The thumb of his hand grinds against my clit in tandem with the movement of the two fingers he continues to sink deep inside my sex.
With a final curl of his finger and his hand over my mouth, my orgasm shudders through me. He drops his hand from my mouth once I recover, panting and slick with my own juices. Mace slides his fingers out of me and pops them into his mouth, licking the dampness from them like a delicacy. “You know, you just may be my favorite taste.”
The release from my body, something only I have succeeded in coaxing out of myself until this moment, has left me heady with desire for him. I sit up, trembling still, and pull him towards me for a kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, and the reminder that he worshipped me on his knees makes me lightheaded with desire.
“Mace,” I breathe into his ear, disentangling our mouths. “I want you to fuck me.”
He pulls away, eyes searching my face. “Are you sure?”
I nod emphatically. “Please.”
His eyes alight with fire, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. “Oh, I quite like hearing you ask so politely. But I am not quite convinced. You may need to beg.”
I glare, fixing my face into a caricature of anger. “I don’t beg.” He steps away from me, adjusting himself at the crotch of his pants. My eyes track his movement and need fires low in my belly again.
“I’m sorry, I’m just not convinced.”
This bastard. I wrinkle my nose and sharply say, “Please fuck me, Mace.”
He taps his finger to his chin, then shrugs a shoulder. “I’ve not been sold on it yet.”
I slide from the desk, striding naked across the room to him. My hand roughly grabs his cock through his pants, and I stare at him. “Fuck me, Mace.”
His tongue runs across his teeth, and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He tosses me back onto his desk with no regard for the papers and books he’s had stacked there. My body pushes them, and they fall haphazardly on the floor.
