A few days later we were in the office late. Nobody was there but the two of us. Over the past few days Jenny had come up to me several times and acted like she wanted to talk, but then quickly changed the subject.
If I had one word to describe our interactions it was: “awkward.” We weren’t in sync like we usually were. Everything felt forced.
She sat across from me, fidgeting with her pen on my desk. She had on a black top with a cut that dipped down along the top of her breasts. It wasn’t too revealing, but when she folded her arms across her chest, it pushed her high, ample tits up to form the perfect amount of cleavage. My cock surged to life in my pants.
“What?”
I stared right at them, practically salivating on the contract laid out in front of me. “What do you mean what? Look at those things.”
She dropped her arms to her sides. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I think they need a kiss.” I pushed back from the desk.
“Wait, before—”
My mouth was on her neck, my hands kneading her soft flesh before she could get a word out.
She gasped. “Ethan, wait—”
“I can’t.” I tasted her neck and nibbled along her collarbone. “I’ve never fucked you on my desk before. I’ve been fantasizing about it forever.”
“Mmm. Really?” She ran her fingers through my hair, and my balls tightened.
“Spreading your legs on my desk. Watching you arch your back and come for me. Over and over.”
“Mmm. You’re bad,” she purred.
I leaned over and ran my hand up her skirt. No panties and she was practically dripping wet. “So are you, apparently.”
She nodded and I claimed her mouth, kissing her with everything I had. I palmed her hot pussy and groped her breast, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Jenny gripped my shirt and squeezed her hand into a fist, trying to pull me farther into her.
I swiped the contracts and everything else but the computer off my desk. Papers and office supplies rattled around on the floor. Jenny’s eyes widened when I grabbed her from behind and sat her up on the desk. She did things to me, brought out my wild side. I looked down at my cock tenting my slacks.
She looked too. “Well, someone wants to play.”
“You got that right.” I kicked her chair to the side and it tumbled over.
She squirmed a little on my desk, and spread her legs just far enough to give me a glimpse of her shaved pussy.
I stepped between her legs and weaved my fingers through her hair.
“You know I like your hands in my hair.” She tried to shut her legs.
I stepped between them. I spread her farther with my knee and jerked her hair back, forcing her head to face the ceiling. “You know I like my cock in your pussy.” I slanted my mouth over hers, kissing her deep and hard.
She moaned against my lips. I released her from the kiss, biting her bottom lip as I pulled away. The temperature of the room clicked up a few degrees and she reached out and ripped my shirt open. Her breasts rose and fell while the cool breeze from the vent above brushed across my chest and down my stomach.
“That was a three-hundred-dollar shirt.” I hiked her skirt up to her waist. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
She shrugged. “Take it out of my check.”
I shoved my cock inside of her, taking it to the hilt. Her hot, slick walls tightened around my shaft. “Fuck. So tight for me.”
Her mouth opened wide, but no words came from her lips. She fell to her back on the desk. I reached down and ripped her shirt open. Buttons popped from her blouse and ricocheted off the computer and desk.
“Now we’re even.”
She clawed her hands across the hard oak behind her head until she got hold of the edge of my desk and shook her head. “Thirty dollars at Target for mine.”
I stared at her tits, pushed together by a lacy white bra. With both hands I tore it open as I pumped into her at a steady pace.
“Bastard.” She gritted her teeth and moaned with each repeated stroke, her breaths heavy. “That was actually expensive.”
I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hers, my hands snaking through her hair. “Good.”
I placed a palm on the desk next to each side of her and pushed myself up, then moved one hand down to her clit and circled it with my fingers as I sped up the pace of my thrusts.
She tensed underneath me. I could practically feel her orgasm building inside of her. I gripped the back of her legs near her knees and pushed them back toward her head while spreading them farther. It allowed me to go deeper inside of her and increase the hot wet friction.
“Ethan, I’m gonna come.”
Fucking her to the brink of an orgasm, her moans and words—the tension built in my balls and I could feel my load working up my shaft.
“Come inside me.”
As she said it, she tensed. Her wetness streamed down her thighs as I pounded into her and her pussy constricted around me, leaving no alternatives. Her words made it impossible to hold back, and I came with her, drilling into her as I unleashed my load deep in her core.
I thrust a few more times, my balls tight, as she milked every last drop from the head of my cock.
When she finally relaxed I collapsed on top of her, kissing her forehead and cheeks, and then her mouth. My cock stayed buried inside of her, though it was now semi-hard.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” I brushed some of her sweaty hair from her face and kissed down to her breasts, nipples still hard and erect.
“You think?” She panted along with me, and we sat there, our faces inches apart, staring at each other.
A few seconds went by that seemed to last an eternity.
“Ethan?”
“Yeah?”
She put a palm on each side of my face. “I love you too.”
Warmth and elation rushed through my entire body. I kissed her with everything I had left. Our tongues rolled and swept.
“I don’t know what life looks like without you anymore.”
She shook her head, grinning. “So cheesy.”
“I don’t care. It’s true.”
At that moment I knew what I had to do. I didn’t want any more misunderstandings—and if there were any, I needed her to know I was committed to her for the long haul, and that we’d work them out.