Authors: Liz Crowe
Jack had kept his body slightly separate from hers during their initial contact, as if he might be gauging how she would respond before committing himself. Once she opened her lips and took his tongue into her mouth, he moved closer, grasped the back of her head with one hand, his fingers twisting and threading through her hair.
Any hesitation he'd shown disappeared completely as he moved his mouth off hers. His other hand traveled the length of her back and reached up again to cup her head. He flitted over her ass, teased, seemingly determined to draw it out until she asked for more. Her traitorous arms wrapped around his neck, as she rose up on her tiptoes.
Oh my God don't do this Sara. Just. Don't.
But the compulsion that had built over the past year commanded her, and she molded her body to his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. A loud knock on the glass made her jump away and run her hand through her hair as the college kid on the other side laughed and mimed a blowjob, until his buddies drew him away.
She glanced up at Jack, saw that his skin flush, but with anger or passion, she wasn't sure. He smirked as he watched the guys' retreat into the soft Michigan summer night then turned to face her. His face remained inscrutable but when he turned that sapphire gaze back to her, she had to reach back and grab the wall or risk doing something truly alarming, like fling herself at him.
Where in the hell had that come from?
She shook her head, took a step back. Before she could speak, he was in her space again, running a finger down her face, Gentle, but without a doubt, in complete control.
"Sorry Sara, I just couldn't help myself." His rough voice made her skin pebble. "Let's lock up here, you grab your stuff. We'll go somewhere for a drink."
He followed her inside the second set of doors, close enough so she could smell him -- a new combination of soapy manliness, expensive cologne and lust. Her chest constricted. She had no business there, with him, reacting like that. Danger signals flashed in her vision. He reached up and flipped off the lights as she rounded the corner of the front desk on her way back to her office. She turned around to tell him not to bother with them, they kept that set on, and ran straight into his neck. He pulled her to him and muttered into her ear as she struggled to disentangle herself.
"Shh...wait. It's okay. I've got you." His hands moved from her head, to her neck, down her back and cupped her ass. She reached up to grasp his head and force his mouth back down to hers, making a near animal sound in her throat as their tongues collided. She twined her hands in his hair, felt her nipples harden, begging for his touch. Primal need rose in her, nearly painful, making her squirm and clutch him tighter.
His hand moved from her ass up to her shirt, reaching up under the simple tank top she had on to her bra. Wishing she still had on her lacy one, all that was lost in a haze of lust when he brushed his fingers against the fabric.
"Mmm, somebody is happy to see me," he whispered into her ear, causing a sudden nearly violent wetness in her shorts. She jerked away, leaving about a foot between them.
"What, baby?" He took a step back, passed a hand over his mouth. "Did I hurt you?"
Sara stared at what she could see of him, now that her eyes had adjusted to the gloom of the front office, and rubbed her arm nervously.
Patently insane -- all of it
. They were in her office for Christ's sake. She'd heard he liked to fuck around in public, but she didn't want to be another conquest. Her usually repressed nature struggled with her body's compulsion to have his hands on her, his mouth on hers, before she exploded. "Ah, no." Her voice wobbled, sounded thin to her own ears.
She turned away from him, hoping to marshal her strength and tell him to leave. As she made her way down the office hallway she knew by heart even in the darkness, she could smell him on her and knew at that moment, without a doubt, she would fuck him, right then in the office.
They had been building towards it for too long. Her brain knew to keep quiet -- it would not be heard over her body's clamor. Her baser need for him took over, and when he put a hand on her shirt and firmly tugged her back to him, she let him, shutting her eyes and praying she wasn't making a huge mistake.
She started to turn but he grabbed her from behind.
"Don't turn around," he whispered. "Let me show you what happens next. Just leave it all to me."
She relented and leaned back into his body. His lips claimed her neck. His hands rubbed both nipples at once. She bent her knees and moaned, raised her arms and put them behind her, around his head. He managed at some point to lose his expensive cufflinks and roll up his sleeves exposing tanned, strong forearms. He released each breast from their cup; caressed, rubbed, and pinched the aching hard nubs of sensitive flesh. His lips and teeth remained on her damp skin.
She began to move, rubbing against the heat of his erection pressed against her back. He groaned, and increased attention to her nipples, continued to use his lips to caress the back of her neck. A small fire burned wherever he touched her. She imagined she could come against the seam of her jeans, the pressure of his straining zipper against her, both of his hands on her nipples and his mouth in her ear and on her neck.
"Mmm… I have been dreaming of doing this to you for weeks." The words caused every nerve in her body to tingle. She closed her eyes.
He turned her around to face him, his hands on her upper arms. Before she could whimper about her poor lonely nipples he crushed his mouth on hers, pushing her up against the wall. Her left leg lifted and encircled his waist as her engorged clit begged for contact
.
Oh my God, I am dry humping this grown man in my office.
He reached down and slowly unzipped her shorts, never removing his lips from the skin of her neck. He was muttering, something about "You smell exactly like I thought you would," but she couldn't be certain as her brain started fogging up like the inside of a car window, obscuring all rational thought.
Jack reached a hand down, brushed the outside of her panties. She moaned and leaned her head back against the wall. Sweat dripped slowly between her breasts as her breath caught in her throat. She sensed him grin against her skin as he leaned down to find the moisture and lap at it, his fingers lightly teasing her clit.
"Somebody
is
really happy to see me." His voice had an edge to it she loved.
Sara realized she was moving her hips, thrusting toward him as though drawn by a magnet. She started to reach down, needing to feel his flesh, but he grabbed her hands, lifted them up over her head, pinned her wrists against the wall.
"No, baby, let me. Just lean back and relax. I'm in charge."
Everything in her struggled against him, tried to resist, but the firm grasp he kept on her wrists was one of the most erotic sensations she'd ever experienced. She bit her lip as Jack slid her shorts down. He reached inside her panties, forming two of his fingers and thumb into a delicious double stimulator. Slowly, he moved against her swollen nub and slipped into her pussy as his lips traveled from her mouth, to her neck.
He manipulated her and maintained his control, seemingly without much effort, still holding her wrists captive over her head. She started lifting off, becoming as light as air, reaching the edge of extreme pleasure, while part of her tried to maintain her control. The man she'd been dreaming about for months was there, touching her, holding her captive against her office wall, and his lips
, dear God
... Eyes closed, head and arms up against the wall, she finally gave in to the pure, shuddering pleasure of it. Ignoring how much further she'd be willing to go with him; her usual reservations abandoned in his arms.
She rolled into her orgasm, as his fingers sank deep inside her and his thumb stayed pressed against her clit. She knew he was watching her, observing her reaction but didn't give a shit about that as she gave in to her body's clamor for release. Until that exact moment she had no idea how much she'd missed the pure, breathtaking beauty of an earth-shattering climax. Could she hang onto it, bottle it, so she could re-visit it after Jack was through with her?
She knew he had no intentions of doing anything beyond proving something to her against the wall in her office. But as far as she was concerned, he could prove all he wanted if it meant she could feel this way -- every delicious, clutching, breathless minute of it. "Oh God, Jack." She heard her own whisper. Then he reached up and found that elusive bundle of nerves under her pubic bone and she exploded into a thousand shards of pure pleasure.
Her body pulsed with energy; she cried out as she yanked her wrists from his grasp and clenched his arm, her lips seeking his. He accommodated her with his warm mouth, delicious tongue and the grin she felt he must wear at every moment of the day.
"Oh yeah, you come just like I knew you would. I knew you'd grab me with that pussy and not let go," he muttered into her hair as she tried to calm her breathing. "Amazing." He sounded as breathless as she felt.
She sighed, rolled her head around, tried to get some semblance of dignity back. He kept his lips on her, on her shoulders, her neck, not willing to break contact. She reached for the zipper of his suit pants, admiring the view of his rumpled shirt and his tie released and askew. He leaned closer, placed both hands on the wall on either side of her head, closed his eyes and let her unhook his belt. His cock made an impressive mound underneath the boxer-type briefs. She licked her lips.
"Let's move in here," she muttered, and indicated her cubicle, reluctant to expose him in the hall. No matter that, she was standing there, her shorts flung aside and her shirt practically ripped off from behind.
"No." His voice was firm, used to being obeyed. She bit her lip. "Reach in there first, come on, Sara," He leaned back to allow her a better angle.
His animal maleness, his scent, now tinged with her own juices on his hand, the breathless way he spoke near her ear, all combined to bring out something completely new in her. Her nipples ached for his touch, her pussy clutched in post-orgasmic anticipation. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear the sounds of the office at night. Sounds she was familiar with -- the whirr of the fridge, the tick of the large art deco clock out front, even the traffic noises that were her usual backdrop for an evening work session. None of those things would ever sound the same to her again.
She stroked the head of his cock as it lunged out of his briefs, already slick with clear evidence of his desire.
So, he isn't all that much in control
, she thought as she reached lower to rub the length of him. She ran her hands down his thick shaft, which seemed to swell even more, filling her grip in a way that promised serious action.
"Mmm hmm. Very nice." He kept his eyes closed, his hands still planted on the wall. She reached down and cupped his balls, smiling as they drew up and contracted.
She brought her lips to his, their breathing combined as his increased. She shoved her tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes and plunged his hands into her hair, moved his hips ever so slightly, and moaned deep in his throat, which sparked her own need to have him right then, inside her, before she exploded.
How crazy is this? He's a colleague, nearly forty years old, a guy you've been warned about by people who love you -- and you're ready to let him fuck you like an animal standing up in the hallway?
Y
es.
Some inner "New Sara" convinced her as she bent her knees and leaned over, taking in the scent of his most intimate and sensitive part, the raw, salty, musky man-smell. She flicked her tongue around the head, tasted him, allowed a little suction then withdrew to admire what she was sure would provide her a serious ride.
As she was about to suck the thick head back into her mouth, he grabbed her arms, tugged her straight up again, nearly growling with desire.
"No. I've been waiting since I first heard your voice on the phone. Tell me you want my cock; tell me what you want," he demanded in a rough whisper.
Sara heard her voice as if listening in, unable to stop herself. "Please. Jack, fuck me. Now."
He pushed her firmly back against the wall, grabbing her leg to hike it up again and forced her lips open with his insistent tongue as he propped himself against the wall with one hand. He leaned into her, as the head of his cock reached towards her waiting and eager body.
A flick of his wrist, the sound of a condom being opened, and his hand on his cock indicated his readiness. She tried not to think about the fact that he had protection at his fingertips, as if he knew he would be getting some tonight. Those thoughts remained purely secondary to her urgent need for him inside of her.