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I tried to swallow my moans, but it was hard. I wanted to tell him it was his fault for fucking me so hard, but I didn’t have a chance to. Another orgasm tightened my body, and I shuddered as my pussy clamped down on Brett’s cock. He groaned, and it was suddenly a lot more intense, but he didn’t ease up. The orgasm stretched out, and I moaned and whimpered.
Brett pulled out of me suddenly, and I moaned in protest. He helped me up and off the desk before he spun me around so that I was facing the desk. My body clenched in anticipation as he put his hands on my hips and positioned himself behind me. With a couple of thrusts, he was inside me again, and he felt bigger and harder than before. Either I was tight, or he was close. Or both.
“Oh God,” I cried out as I felt my body ramp up toward another orgasm. Brett chuckled at me. He reached around me and slid a finger into my slit, sliding against my clit with every thrust. My muscles contracted, and I shot into yet another orgasm, bucking my hips back against Brett’s cock.
He groaned and didn’t pull out again. He stayed buried inside of me, and I felt him release. His hips rocked back and forth for a short time before he pulled out of me.
I gasped, collapsing onto the desk with my torso, my legs like jelly. Brett’s hands were still on my hips, and his breathing was as hard as mine was.
I pushed myself up and turned around to look at Brett. His eyes were still filled with hunger, but he had a satisfied look on his face.
“I believe you finished me,” I said, leaning on the desk for support.
“Then I did it right.”
I chuckled and looked down. My thighs were slick with our sex, and my skin was flushed all over my body.
“Here,” Brett said and handed me a box of tissues. He turned around to give me privacy. I remembered he had used a condom, and I couldn’t believe the mess between my legs was all me. I guessed Brett had pushed me further than anyone else had.
When I was clean, Brett had gotten rid of the condom. We got dressed together in an awkward silence. What pillow talk could we make if we barely knew each other?
“I think I have to go,” I said, glancing at the time. It was already past seven. We had been in the office, fucking, for an hour.
“Yeah, me too. But go first. I’ll follow later.”
I nodded. I knew we couldn’t have a relationship of any kind, but it was important that we were careful with our escapades. If someone knew we were fucking, it would drop Brett in the shit anyway.
When I had dressed, Brett was buttoning up his shirt. I didn’t walk to him and kiss him goodbye or envelope him in a lover’s embrace.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said and opened his office door. I walked into the ladies’ room first and checked that everything was in its place before I rode the elevator down to the parking garage and walked to my car.
When I left the building, a thrill traveled through me. I had done something very bad. The person I had been in the office was the girl I used to be in college. I had been reckless and wild. I hadn’t seen her in a while. But I liked the side of me that Brett brought out, because I wasn’t young and stupid the way I had been back then. Now, I was a sensible adult. And a little fun would do no harm as long as we were careful. It would probably be better if we didn’t do something like that again. Especially not at the office.
I would have liked to, though. I would have liked a long night somewhere private where Brett and I could explore each other and do more than a quick fuck in an office.
But that was a fantasy I would entertain. It was unrealistic to assume that we would do something like this again.
I had heard rumors about Brett doing exactly what we had done tonight, but I had instigated it. If this was who he was, if it was all consensual and he didn’t fuck with my emotions, I had no problem with it. It took two to do what we had done tonight after all. Why did the rumors never mention that?
Whatever the case was, I didn’t regret what Brett and I had done. In fact, I drove all the way home on a sexual high.
Chapter 7
Brett
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. More accurately, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had been naked and splayed out on my desk. Whenever I closed my eyes I flashed on the look of her naked tits, her pussy open for me, and my dick pounding in and out of her. I couldn’t believe I had fucked her. I should have had more control.
