Touch

Emily

It isn’t the first time Alex has given me the key to his office. I asked him once when I was casually dating James, but it didn’t really happen. I didn’t really want to, I guess.

But right now, oh boy, I don’t think I can resist.

I lock the door behind me, and he’s towering over me when I turn around.

“Emily.” He places one hand on the door, right next to my head.

“Liam.” I place one hand on his chest, and the heat goes straight to my sensitive spot.

He starts pulling my mask off, but I stop him.

“Let’s keep the masks.” I suppress my nervousness and say it as confidently as I can. He tilts his head and runs his fingers down my cheek till his index finger holds my chin.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

His lips brush against mine, and he trails his tongue over my lips, which immediately part, letting out a sigh.

He deepens the kiss, reaches for the back of my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hands are grabbing my bottom, and I feel them slowly moving to the middle of my thighs.

“You’re so wet, beautiful. I’ve got to taste you.” His voice makes my heated center twitch.

I’m going to cum, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet!

I’m surprised he doesn’t carry me to the couch. Good thing, though, because I know Alex occasionally brings women here, and I’m guessing his desk is a lot less dirty.

He sets me on the desk, my bottom right at the edge, and my back slowly falls on top of what I guess is paperwork.

He massages my inner thighs, his hands making way to my center; he puts my white lace panties to the side, and my whole body shivers when his tongue brushes my clit.

“Fuck… you taste so good.” His tongue explores my folds. His teeth softly graze my clit before sucking it so hard that my nails scratch the wooden desk as I cum undone.

“Fuck… Oh, that feels amazing!” It feels more than amazing, but that’s the best I can say at this point. My brain is now slave to my libido.

He moves up over me and tells me to take my dress off.

“I can’t move…,” I whimper, still getting a few aftershocks of the most electrifying orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

“If you don’t take it off right now, I’ll rip it off for you.” I lift my head at the sound of his menacing tone, and I see him smile.

I hear his zipper being pulled open as I’m throwing my dress onto the chair behind the desk.

I sit up straight at the edge of the desk; he’s standing between my legs with a condom wrapper hanging from his mouth, about to pull his boxers down.

He pulls the wrapper from his teeth, tearing it open. I reach for his bulge with my other hand.

Oh, thank you, Lord. He has been blessed.

He’s hard as a rock, and my hand looks pretty small around him. “I want you inside me,” I say, looking up from his cock to his eyes.

“You’re pretty much in charge of the whole situation right now.” He chuckles. “And as much as I’m enjoying what you’re doing right now, I’m more than willing to give you what you want.”

I wrap my legs around him, and he thrusts himself into me.

Holy fuck!

I’ve never felt so whole—so totally full of pleasure, so much pleasure. He lets me adjust to his size. The pain of it fades and is overcome by this feverish thrill.

I know he’s waiting for me to move, so I start rocking my hips. He bends over me and sucks so hard on my right breast that it’ll definitely leave a mark.

“You’re so fucking tight, Emily… fuck,” he says and attacks my left breast with a groan.

“Oh, God. I’m so close,” I say. And don’t get me wrong, I want it badly, but I don’t want to get there yet because right now it feels fucking amazing, and I want this to last. Forever.

He keeps ramming his length into me, and I swear to God my soul leaves my body as he rubs his thumb on my swollen nub, and I find my release.

“I did tell you I’d cum with you,” he says in between loud breaths, and then he kisses me, leaving me breathless again.

I’m holding my phone as we’re walking out so I can request an Uber.

We’re outside the club now, and the street is quiet, as it should be, given how late it is. Liam is watching me type on my phone and answers his, keeping his eyes on my phone.

“Front door. Give me ten minutes, Ryan.” I guess he noticed the Uber would be here in ten minutes, so I figure this is his attempt at being a one-night stand gentleman.

I do appreciate the company while I wait, though.

We start walking towards the corner. I know for a fact that that’s where my ride usually comes from. As we turn to the dimly lit street, he pulls me against the rough and gritty brick wall.

I hiss and can already picture a few scratches on my bare back. It hurts a bit, but my focus is on the man getting closer and closer.

I can hear his breathing and close my eyes as his forehead leans against mine.

His body covers mine, his hand lifts my dress, and I lift my leg as he cups my leaking center.

My arms go around his neck, and he pulls me up and holds me with one arm. The other arm moves up and holds the back of my neck as he starts kissing me.

The best goodnight kiss I’ve ever had. Ever.

“I need to see your face,” he says as he gently pulls the back of my mask.

My bare back is still against the wall. It does hurt a bit, but I’m not moving, and I’m definitely not asking him to move. I’ll survive a few scratches, right?

So, I loosen my grip from his neck, letting my back lean a bit more against the wall, and I take his mask off at the same time he takes off mine.

He’s... Fuck my life! It’s him! The gorgeous asshole is the president of the Gods of Sex Alliance!

“Fuck,” he whispers, and for a second, I don’t know what’s happening. All I feel is excruciating pain as my back slides down the grit on the wall.

He just let go of me. And my ass is about to hit the ground. Literally.

I’m looking up at him, and I don’t know if it’s shock, confusion, or regret that I see on his face.

I’m blinded by a flash of white light that stops right in front of us, and I don’t care to check if it’s my Uber. I just jump into the car.