Page 35 of Stranger to Love

I chuckled and leaned forward, kissing across her chest. I whispered against her skin, “I needed you closer,” I said, unapologetically.

I nibbled across the lace of her bra, and she clasped her hands tightly in my hair, urging me on. I took the signal and hooked a finger under the top of the cup of her bra and dragged it down, exposing her nipple. I didn't hesitate to take it into my mouth and suck lightly. She gasped and arched straight into me, her hands tightening their grip in my hair. Fuck, I was wet. I yanked down her bra unceremoniously, brutally exposing both of her breasts, and kneaded the other as my mouth stayed firmly latched on her nipple.

“Fuck, Alex,” she breathed, her voice becoming entirely desperate.

I smiled as I pulled away from her nipple with a soft pop, and she whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. But I kept moving, kissing down her stomach as I hooked my hands under her skirt and pulled it up so it pooled at her waist, revealing her fucking soaked knickers. She was biting her lip hard, her head leaned against the back of the chair, her eyes closed in absolute anticipation, and I wasn't trying to tease her this time.

She loosened her grip in my hair knowingly as I scraped my nails down her thighs, making her move on the chair, opening her legs wider. She was listening, even if I wasn't saying anything. I fucking needed this.

I hooked my fingers in her knickers and slowly pulled them down, giving her a final chance to stop me, but she lifted her hips to help. Fuck yes, Blondie. I threw them under her desk and kissed up her legs. I smirked as I nibbled lightly on the inside of her thighs, making her twitch away from me.

“Dickhead,” she groaned, and I laughed.

I kissed the exact spot I nibbled, and she sighed. “Better.”

Oof, I liked her like this. Come on, Blondie, tell me off.

I gently pushed her hips a little wider, and she shuffled right to the edge of the chair, her breathing heavy. Her hand reached out, holding the top of my head. Fuck, she looked good. Her pussy was shining with arousal, her trim was so cute, and fuck, she smelled so good.

I dived in and moaned instantly. Fuck, it had been too long since I’d done this. I licked up her folds, and she moaned deeply, flying a hand straight over her mouth to stop herself from being too loud, and bloody hell I was throbbing. I licked up her arousal before lightly flicking my tongue over her clit, which made her hand in my hair tighten, and she pulled me closer to her.

I began to lick harder with the flat length of my tongue, and her hips arched up toward me. I moved my hands from holding onto her calves to push her hips down lightly, keeping her still for me. I kept licking, but took breaks just to suck lightly on her clit, and she began to tense. Her hand was more forcefully pushing me against her now, and her hips were trying to fight against my hold. She was close. I circled my tongue on her clit before I sucked harder, and she whimpered into her own hand as her thighs tensed up completely.

She came, hard. Fuck yes, Blondie. Her nails dug into the back of my head, and it fucking hurt, but I didn’t stop sucking until she gasped and her legs went entirely weak. I pulled back softly, and because I was fucking hungry, I licked up her come, coating my tongue, making myself moan aloud. She whimpered as I did, letting go of my hair and rubbing at her face, desperately trying to compose herself.

When I’d had my fill of her, I pulled back, kissing her thighs softly before I sat back on my heels and looked up at her with a grin, wiping the back of my hand across my chin. She exhaled deeply and smiled softly as I helped her sit more comfortably on the chair, pulling her skirt down enough so it was more comfortable. But I wasn't fucking helping her close her blouse, because she looked fucking incredible with her tits out like this. I couldn't help but lean forward and kiss across her chest.

She gently combed her fingers through my hair and tugged me toward her, and I kissed her gently. She whimpered, tasting herself on my lips, and I deepened the contact as I intertwined our tongues, making her groan. I pulled back and whispered, “Are you okay?”

She nodded and pulled me back in for a soft kiss. She smiled against my lips as she answered, “I’m having a really good morning.”

I chuckled. “Perfect.”

Her eyes flickered down, and she whispered, “I should probably…” her voice trailing off. I grinned.

Shrugging, I said, “I quite like the view.”

She blushed and shook her head, pulling me back toward her for a kiss I gave gladly. Fuck, I felt so much better. Fucking soaked, but right then I could barely remember why I was pissed off to begin with. As our lips slid effortlessly across each other, I glided my hand down her exposed skin and held her waist; she hummed happily. Neither of us deepened the kiss, just using each other to ground ourselves in this exact moment.

Then her breathing changed again, but it was completely different, and her lips went entirely still. I pulled back. “Billie, are you okay?”

She fumbled and checked her watch. “Fuck, Alex, I need to be in a seminar in five minutes!” She began to completely panic, pulling her bra properly back into place and fumbling with her buttons, doing them up completely lopsided.

I grabbed her frantic hands. “Breathe, Blondie,” I said calmly, and pushed her hands away to undo her wrong buttons, beginning to do them back up properly.

She took a shaky deep breath and abruptly stood up. I moved with her, sorting out her blouse as she pulled down her skirt. Her eyes widened in realisation, and I nodded toward her desk with a grin. "They're under the desk.”

Her eyes found the sodden knickers, and she sighed heavily. I finished fixing her buttons, and she moved quickly away to her handbag in the corner, pulling out a fresh pair of knickers. She moved one foot and then the other, pulling them on in a way that was both incredibly graceful and hilarious given the rush. She tucked in her blouse before turning back to me, clearly still flushed and a bit giddy at the entire situation. She was so cute.

She tussled her hair and pulled out a mini makeup bag, quickly sorting herself out in the reflection of the glass cabinet behind her, dashing powder around her face to combat the sheen of sweat from coming on my tongue. I grinned as I picked up my jacket off the floor. A good fucking morning indeed.

She took a deep breath, shaking out her shoulders, and turned, looking far more composed than she did a minute ago. She caught me completely off guard, pulling me in for a fast, soft kiss. I grabbed onto her waist, pulling her flush against me before she let go. She smiled softly and stepped back, unlocking the door with a click. “I really need to go.”

I nodded, smiling back. “I know, it’s all good, Blondie.”

I walked out of the office; she followed right behind me, sighing, keeping her voice incredibly low. “Stop calling me Blondie.”

I smirked as we turned the corner toward the lift. “Not a fucking chance.”