“—is locked, baby. Don’t think about anything but me and what I’m doing.” Ethan gripped me hard with one hand and captive with the other. There was nothing for me to do but focus on where he was taking me. He switched to his thumb and rubbed a little harder. Two fingers entered on a slick slide and started stroking. “You’re so f**king wet for me.” He slammed his mouth onto mine and claimed that too.
I cried out as I came atop Ethan’s lap with his fingers inside my pu**y and his tongue in my mouth, totally overcome and dominated. And very satisfied. He held me firmly like he was afraid I would try to leave, but he needn’t have worried.
I breathed deeply, the sensations still filtering through my bloodstream as I tried to process his effect on me. I had no self-control around Ethan. None.
I looked at him when I could manage it and got drilled by those incredibly blue eyes of his. “Your hand must be a mess,” I said, knowing what he’d said was true. I was soaking wet.
He grinned naughtily and wiggled his fingers still inside me. “I love precisely where my hand is right now. I wish it was this though.” He thrust his c**k up against my ass and I didn’t doubt he did. I could feel how hard he was and shivered.
“But—we’re in—it’s your office.”
“I know, but that door is locked and nobody can see in here. We’re totally private.” He nuzzled my neck and whispered, “Just you and me.”
I moved to get off him but he held me firm, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes. I tried again and he let me go this time. I slid to the floor to my knees and faced his crotch, my body mostly hidden behind his desk. I put my hands over his erection and pressed. I looked up at him and saw the look of want and desire in his eyes and knew what I needed to do. “Ethan…I want to suck—”
“Yes!” It was all the direction I needed. I unbuckled and unzipped and uncovered my prize. God he had a beautiful penis. Ethan hissed when I took him in hand and licked the tip, loving the salty taste of his flesh. I pulled back and looked some more. This thing had been inside me—a few times—and I’d never really gotten a good look. He was big and hard and smooth as velvet. I stroked him up the length and smiled up at him. He was biting his lip and staring down at me like he could snap in two with the slightest pressure.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, and then I closed my mouth over him and drew his beautiful pink c**k into me. Ethan gripped the chair and thrust to the back of my throat. I worked him good, stroking with my hand and sucking him deep into my mouth. With my tongue, I flicked over the big vein that fed his erection and heard him groan. I didn’t stop my pace or where I was going with this. It would be all-the-way-to-the-finish-line with me and I intended to get my way.
He must have read my body language because his hands moved to my head and held me as he f**ked my mouth. I took it all without gagging once and when his balls tightened up and I knew he was close, I gripped his hips hard with both hands so he couldn’t pull back.
“Oh, f**k I’m gonna go so hard!” He stiffened to iron and spilled the warm essence down the back of my throat, holding my head with two hands as he climaxed. “Jesus Christ… Brynne.” He panted out deep gulping breaths.
I lifted my eyes when he left my mouth. I swallowed slowly and saw his bottom lip tremble as he watched. He pulled me toward him, up from the floor, both hands still holding the sides of my face and kissed me slow and deep and so sweetly, I soared at the gesture. I was glad to have pleasured him. It made me happy to make him happy.
Back on his lap again after restoring our clothes, we got comfortable and sat in his chair together. He trailed his fingers in my hair and nibbled at my neck. I played with his engraved silver tie clip that looked like something vintage and just let him hold me for a bit. “This is beautiful,” I told him.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against my ear.
“I love your office. The photographs in reception are gorgeous.”
“I love it when you visit me at my office.”
“I can see that, Ethan. You are quite…welcoming.” I giggled at him. He tickled me and let me squirm for a little too long in my opinion. I smacked his hands away from my ribs.
“What did you bring me from your shopping? I hope it’s a sweet,” he said reaching for the Boots bag. “I like Jolly Ranchers. Cherry is my favorite—”
I grabbed the bag from him before he could look. “Hey! Don’t you know better than to dig through ladies bags? You might find something to embarrass us both in there.”
He pursed his lips together and sighed. “I suppose you could be right,” he said far too easily. Then he grinned like a demon and snatched the bag completely out of my hands. “But I want to look anyway!” He held it out of my reach and started pulling out items. He got quiet when he extracted the purple toothbrush and then a tube of toothpaste. He set them on his desk and put his hand back into the bag. Out came a new hairbrush, some moisturizer and the lip gloss that I use. He kept bringing out all the stuff I’d bought at Boots. My brand of shampoo, shaving gel, and even a small bottle of Tommy Hilfiger’s Dreaming finished off the toiletries. He lined everything up neatly and looked at me very still and very serious. “But I thought you couldn’t, Brynne.”
“Me too.” I took out the one thing he had left in the bag. My prescription. “But Dr. Roswell gave me this, and some hope that I can do it.” I touched his hair and smoothed it. “They’re pills to help me sleep so I won’t wake up like I did last time. I mean, if I’m your girlfriend then I want to…try to stay over with you sometim—”
He cut me off with a kiss before I could say anymore. “Oh, baby, you’ve made me so happy,” he told me between more kisses. “Tonight? You’ll stay tonight? Please say yes.” His expression told me all I really needed to know. He wanted me to stay, f**ked-up sleeping habits and all.
I looked down at his tie clip again and spoke to that. “If you’re willing to try it and so am I, then how can I say no?”
“Look at me, Brynne.”
I did and saw the hard set of his jaw behind the goatee. I could see lots of emotion in him too. Ethan did not really hide it from me ever. He might be reserved in public, but in private with me, he wore his heart on his sleeve. What you saw was what you got. He told me what he wanted from me with no apology for how blunt the words were.