Текст книги "Take Me There: A Collection of Short Erotic Reads"
Автор книги: Jessica Ingro
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UNDER THE DESK
ONE
“Mr. Kensington will see you now, sir.”
The older, balding man in front of my desk stood and graced me with a smile before walking over to the wooden door and disappearing behind it.
I sat back in my chair with a huff. What I wouldn’t give for Marcus Kensington to see me. I had been trying to get his attention for almost a full year now. Ever since I got transferred upstairs to serve the CEO, I’d wanted to serve the CEO.
He was rich, successful, intelligent and sexy as hell. The way he commanded a boardroom left me breathless and drenched. The little smirk he gave me whenever he thought I wasn’t looking was downright lethal. With his midnight dark hair, piercing green eyes and sex appeal that poured off him in buckets, he was the desire of every woman that came within a five-mile radius of him. And yet the man was completely oblivious.
I’d tried everything from popping a few extra buttons on my blouse to bending over in front of him to not so subtly spreading my legs in my chair while he stood in front of me. Nothing seemed to work. It was as if he were gay. Not that it mattered if he were, but how else could you explain a forty year old, single and virile man not giving hungry looks to twenty-four year old pussy when it was on display?
He wasn’t gay though, so I was completely clueless as to why he hadn’t yet made his move. In all the time I’d known him, he’d had one relationship and that one lasted two months. It was the longest two months of my life. Knowing his cock was inside that cold redhead churned my stomach. It should have been my pussy warming his cock. I’d have wrapped him up all nice and snug, he wouldn’t ever want to leave.
The worst part of dealing with that woman was that she was haughty and condescending whenever he wasn’t around. My fantasies of smacking her upside the head were almost as frequent as my fantasies about being fucked properly by my boss.
I wanted him to bend me over the copier and fuck me with my breasts pressed to the glass. I wanted to suck him off under his desk while he did a teleconference with London. I wanted to ride him in his executive chair while looking out the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. I wanted him to press me up against the glass tiles in his executive washroom and fuck me while the sounds of the shower drowned out my screams. My list of wants was endless.
Most of all, I just needed to know what his cock would feel like between my lips and deep inside my pussy. The logistics of when and where didn’t really matter, as long as I finally got my wish.
The wooden door opened and the balding man marched out, his face red and his jowls shaking. He turned back towards the doorway and barked, “This isn’t over, Kensington! You can’t just sell my company out from under me!”
Just then my dangerously dark and handsome boss appeared in the doorway. His face was a picture of calm aloofness. “That’s where you’re wrong, Lowell. I already have.”
I practically panted at their showdown. This right here was why I found Marcus so damn alluring. He was commanding, in charge and downright devilish. He chewed people up and spit them out like it was no big deal. It was just so damn sexy.
Once Lowell had gone, in a huff of curse words and empty threats, I swiveled my chair towards Marcus, who seemed focused on the now empty space. My blood was pumping. My heart was pounding. My pussy was slick with arousal.
Marcus’s gaze cut to mine and his arctic stare began to warm. “Could you pick me up some lunch, Amanda?”
God, I loved the way he said my name. His husky tone and the way his tongue curled around each syllable made my insides melt.
“What are you hungry for, sir?” I asked in a low voice, while spreading my legs as wide as they would go in my chair. My skirt—already too short for the office—rode up my thighs. His gaze dipped ever so briefly. Just a millisecond, but I still caught it.
Triumph coursed through my veins. He had never responded to my advances in any way before.
Using this change in reaction to my advantage, I adjusted in my seat, my skirt sliding to reveal even more of my creamy skin. At this point I knew the red lace thong I was wearing was showing. The cool air touching my hot skin was like an erotic kiss.
His eyes skated back down to where I was blatantly exposing myself to him, locking there for several seconds. His throat worked as he swallowed. He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “that.”
I gave him a coy smile as I asked innocently, “What did you say, sir?”
“What?” he stammered. His eyes slowly journeyed back up to my face. “Oh right. Yes. The usual please.”
He retreated into his office as quickly as he could. There were practically burn marks on the carpet he moved so fast.
Well, well. I seemed to have found a crack in that stony façade after all. With a smile of pure triumph and a renewed purpose, I rose from my chair and went to get us both some lunch.
TWO
“Come on. Come on,” I chanted, bouncing up and down waiting for the elevator to arrive.
The doors finally opened and I bound inside, vigorously hitting the button to close the door. Enclosed in the safe confines of the car, I slumped against the wall, thankful no one saw me in my workout gear and sloppy ponytail.
My yoga class had run late that morning. Not having time to shower at the gym, I rushed to the office so I could use Marcus’s executive washroom to get ready. He was scheduled to be at a meeting first thing that morning nearly two hours away, which meant I had plenty of time to grab a quick shower, throw on some makeup and dry my hair.
It wouldn’t be the first time I used his bathroom since receiving permission two months ago.
I hustled past my desk, through Marcus’s office and into the bathroom. The white tiles gleamed under the lights, and I couldn’t wait to get under the hot spray.
Stripping down to my birthday suit, I turned the water on high and dug into my bag for my clothes while the room quickly filled with steam.
The water felt like heaven when I stepped into the shower stall. The pressure was so much better than my apartment building, and I relished every second of it.
Marcus’s body wash sat on the ledge of the shower so I reached for it, pouring the gel in my hands and rubbing it over my body. The scent surrounded me, making me think of sex and Marcus. My mind, of course, instantly connected the two.
I’d have given anything to have Marcus with me at that moment, his hands massaging my breasts rather than my own. Not having time to take care of the ache that particular line of thought always led to, I quickly finished washing up.
With my body clean, I rinsed the conditioner from my hair, lingering a few seconds longer than necessary, as I was enjoying the hot water pounding down on my tired muscles.
Knowing I needed to get out and get ready for work, I turned the water off and grabbed a white towel from the heated rack.
I had just stepped onto the mat outside the shower stall, scrunching my wet hair with the towel, when the door flew open. I glanced up to find Marcus standing there looking delicious in a pair of blue pinstripe pants and a white dress shirt.
His eyes did a slow sweep of my mostly exposed body. I dropped the towel to my side, letting him see all of me. His eyes fixated on my breasts as my nipples beaded in anticipation.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a gruff voice. His eyes never straying from my chest.
“Getting ready for work,” I answered matter-of-factly.
“In my bathroom.”
“You weren’t supposed to be here,” I reminded him.
“No. I wasn’t,” he murmured.
This inane conversation was doing nothing for me. I needed to move this along. Not only was I dripping water all over the place, but I wanted his restraint to snap already.
“Since you’re here, why don’t you help dry me off?”
I spun around so my ass was facing him and bent over to rub the towel over my leg. When I did, a low groan sounded behind me as he caught a glimpse of my swollen pussy. I stood back up and looked at him over my shoulder. “Well?”
“Fuck it,” he bit out right before he lunged at me.
The towel hit the floor and I found myself in his strong arms. His hands ran down my back to cup my ass before lifting me and setting me on the countertop.
His lips pressed to mine as his tongue delved into my mouth, tangling with my own. As he devoured me, I vaguely noted he tasted like mint.
My fingers worked at his belt buckle before unbuttoning his pants. My hands shook with excitement as I lowered his zipper and pushed the material over his extremely tight ass. The clinking of his metal belt buckle hitting the floor at his feet might have been the most erotic sound I had ever heard.
This was really happening.
When my fingers wrapped around his rather impressive erection, Marcus nipped my lip and groaned.
“Fuck me,” I whispered against his lips when he broke our kiss. His eyes pinched shut, as his forehead rested against mine. His brows furrowed with pleasure from my strokes.
Rather than answer me with words, his hands hooked behind my knees. I let out a gasp when he jerked my body to the edge of the granite and thrust himself inside of me with one slick move.
“God!” I cried out. His thrusts were punishing in their intensity. I had never been fucked quite so thoroughly before. His cock was brutal.
With his lower lip between his teeth, Marcus fucked me like a man possessed. Before I knew it, I was crying out, stuck on the edge and in need of release.
“Fuck, baby. I’ve wanted in this pussy for a long fucking time.” His whispered admission had me moaning.
“Marcus,” I pleaded.
“When we fuck, you call me sir. I love it when you do that. It makes me so fucking hard.”
“Oh, sir. Please,” I begged. His hand went between us, his thumb putting pressure on my clit and finally, blessedly, I came on a wail.
Marcus took me through my orgasm, only slightly slowing his thrusts on my way down. Once my pussy stopped milking him, he resumed his frantic pace and with a grunt he came inside me. His eyes locked with mine and his face twisted with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he breathed after several long moments where I ran my hand up and down his back.
“Yeah,” I concurred. That was one hell of a way to start the workday.
“I’ve tried like hell to stay away from you,” he muttered and then pulled out, leaving me sitting on the counter as he did up his clothes.
“Why?” I couldn’t not ask him. Staying away from me was the last thing I wanted him to do.
“Why have I tried to stay away from you?” he asked distractedly while zipping his pants.
“Yes.”
“You’re way too young. The way you strutted yourself in front of me, though, I had no hope. Your pussy is so damn tight. A man could become addicted to it.”
He leaned forward and nipped my bottom lip with his teeth. Just that little move made me want him again. It was amazing to me that could happen considering how hard I just came.
“I’ve wanted you too. I’ve fantasized about fucking you right here.” I didn’t bother to tell him that I actually fantasized about fucking him on every single surface in the whole office. He might think I was a psycho.
“Oh yeah?” He gave me a smirk and his green eyes twinkled mischievously. “What else have you fantasized about?”
His hands rested on either side of my body, caging me in as he waited for my answer.
“I’ve always wanted to get under your desk and suck you off while you’re on a call.”
“Mmm,” he hummed in his throat. “What else?”
“And then I sit on your stiff cock and fuck you while looking out over the city. Wondering if anyone can see my tits bouncing through the window as I ride you.”
“Well Ms. Morgan, we’ll have to see about making that particular fantasy come true. In the meantime, you just made my dick hard again. What are you going to do about it?”
Sliding off the sink to the floor, I pulled his pants back down, took out his cock and got down to showing him just what I could do.
THREE
“Amanda, can you come in here please?” Marcus’s disembodied voice came through the speaker on my phone.
“Yes, sir.”
“Bring a pad and pen with you,” he added.
“Yes, sir. Will we be doing dictation?” I emphasized the first syllable of the word dictation as heat spread through my body at the thought of being with him again.
“Yes. We’ll be seeing how well you follow instructions.” The line clicked signaling he had disconnected.
I pressed my thighs together while taking a deep breath to calm myself before jumping up from my chair. I rushed to the door, but just as I was about to open it, I remembered the paper and pen I was told to bring. Snatching them from the corner of my desk, I took another deep breath and opened the door to find Marcus sitting behind his desk looking like the master of his domain.
“Shut the door behind you,” he commanded and I did as I was told. “Now lock it.”
I reached behind myself and thumbed the lock. The click of it latching echoed throughout the silent room. The only other sound was that of the blood rushing through my ears.
“Come. Stand in front of me.”
I moved towards him. He pushed his chair back and his legs widened as I approached, indicating I should stand between them. With my back to the desk, I stood in front of him practically gagging with how badly I wanted him.
“Set the paper and pen behind you on the desk.” When the objects were where he wanted them, he continued. “On your knees.”
I dropped to the floor. My forearms resting on my legs, I stared up at him through my lashes, waiting for my next instruction.
“Open my pants.”
As I raced to complete my task, his hands stopped me and he admonished, “Nuh-uh. Slow and steady. Savor your task, Ms. Morgan.”
“Yes sir,” I breathed.
“Good. Now take my cock out and stroke it. Slow.”
I licked my lips and did as I was told. His long, thick cock stood at attention. The thick vein ran up the center and the tip was slick with pre-cum. He was velvety soft as my hand stroked up and down again in a slow rhythm.
“Lick it,” he whispered.
Looking up through my lashes, I found his dark gaze fixed on my face. With our eyes locked, I lowered my mouth to the tip of his cock, sucking it into my mouth until it was all the way down my throat.
“I said lick it.” His hand fisted in my hair and pulled me off his shaft. “Strike one,” he warned.
Wanting to please him, I gripped him at the base and brought my tongue to his skin, running it slowly up his length.
Knowing this was how he liked to play and finally having the opportunity, I would have done just about anything he asked me to.
“Good girl,” he praised.
I licked him several more times, my tongue curling around the tip whenever I reached the top, before he let me go further, this time instructing me to suck him again. I immediately complied, loving the taste of him on my tongue and the soft grunts he made whenever I hit a particularly good spot.
“Stop,” he barked out and pulled me back by my hair. “Such a good little mouth you have, but I don’t want to come down your throat. I want to come in your tight little pussy. Now stand up.”
With my hands braced on his knees I rose from under his desk. Following his commands was beyond hot. I could feel how slick the inside of my thighs were from my arousal and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“Lift your skirt.” The black material glided over my skin as I lifted it to my waist, revealing my black garter belt and bare pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl,” he chided in a teasing tone.
“Yes,” I whimpered when his finger dipped inside me.
“And so very wet. Is this for me?” He lifted his drenched finger to show me how wet it was before sucking it into his mouth. My breath left in a whoosh and I struggled to stay upright.
“Well?” he asked with a raised brow.
“All for you,” I told him. Need evident in my voice.
With his hand around himself, he ordered, “Sit on my cock.”
I scrambled to do as I was told, wanting him inside me more than I’d wanted anything ever before. Now that I knew how good he felt, I wanted to feel him inside me morning, noon and night. Once the floodgates were opened between us, there was no holding back. Marcus sought me out almost as much as I did him. It was heady knowing how I affected him.
My knees rested on either side of him as he sat in his chair. His silky suit pants were a direct contrast to the lace of my garters. He lowered me over him at a leisurely pace that was pure torture. Lust was rushing through my veins, urging me to drive down on him and take what I craved. But knowing that if I did so without being told, he would deny me any pleasure, I took whatever he offered, thankful that he was giving me anything at all.
When I was fully seated on him, his cock throbbing inside me, he instructed me, “Show me how hard you can ride me.”
Not needing more direction than that, I placed my hands on his shoulders as I raised myself until just the tip was left inside before slamming down on him.
My head fell forward while his fell back against the chair as I moved over him.
Our lips hovered over one another, not quite touching. Both of us were panting in rhythm with our movements. It felt so intimate to stare into his eyes while our bodies were connected. Something told me that, as demanding and in control as Marcus liked to be, he actually needed this connection with me.
“Don’t squeeze like that,” he reprimanded, when I deliberately tightened my muscles around his length.
“Why not?” I asked, doing it again and eliciting a swat on my ass from his hand.
“Because I can’t take how good your pussy feels right now, and I’m not ready to come.”
I whimpered when he gripped my hips and ground me down on him. The friction of his groin against my clit was enough to send me dangerously close to the edge.
“Yes!” I screamed earning myself another swat.
“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”
“No, sir,” I whispered, circling my hips on a downward thrust the way he had done a few minutes earlier. My head fell back and my eyes closed as my insides began to quiver with my impending orgasm.
His hand fisted in my hair and angled my head so his mouth was at my ear. “You going to come for me, Amanda?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. I’m going to come deep inside you. Do you want that?” He continued to taunt me with his dirty words.
“Yes,” I whimpered desperately this time. “I want you to fill my tight, little pussy with your cum.”
“Fuck yeah,” he grit out. His hips raised, meeting each of my downward glides.
My orgasm crashed into me, making my body convulse on top of him as waves of pleasure rippled through me.
As I came hard enough to see stars, he took over. His hands on my hips moving me up and down uncontrollably, letting me know he was close.
Within seconds, he slammed me down, his cock twitching as he filled me with his cum just like I wanted.
My weight settled against his chest. My head rested on his shoulder as his hands ran idly along my back while we both came down from our high.
“I’d say you earned an A in dictation and oral skills,” his teasing voice made me giggle. “And these,” he ran his hands along the edge of my garter, “will get you an A+.”
“Thank you, sir,” I murmured against his shoulder.
“Did I do well on making one of your fantasies come true?” he asked, after a few minutes of silence, randomly peppered with the small hums of contentment coming from my throat.
I lifted my head and locked eyes with him. “I’d say you deserve an A++.”
That’s when he gifted me with his killer smile. The one I’d do absolutely anything to earn again.
FOUR
Staring off into the distance, I was absently tracing my index finger along my bottom lip. Lost in thoughts of Marcus and how much fun I was having with him, I didn’t realize another secretary had joined me.
“What?” I asked her dazedly.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a couple minutes now. What’s going on with you lately?” Cherise, from Mr. Archer’s office down the hall, asked.
“Sorry. Just distracted.” I sat up in my chair and began straightening the piles of papers that needed to be filed.
“Don’t let Mr. Kensington catch you like this. He fired the last secretary who started daydreaming and slacking,” she warned.
This was the first I had heard of any of my predecessors. I hadn’t been with the company long before being transferred to Marcus’s office.
“Really?” I asked in the best nonchalant voice I could manage.
“Yeah. Her roommate works down in accounting and told my friend Martha that she and Mr. Kensington were having an affair. She like totally fell in love with him and then he just let her go. Dropped her like a hot potato.” The gossip flew from her mouth. Each word feeling like a swift kick to the gut.
“Do you think that’s possible?” I asked, hoping the tremble in my voice would go unnoticed.
“My momma always says anything is possible, but yeah. I caught them coming out of his office once. He had lipstick on his mouth and she was straightening her blouse. Anyway, I came for the McMahon files. Mr. Archer needs them for tomorrow.”
Locking down my growing fear, I grabbed the folders from my filing cabinet and handed them over to Cherise.
“Thanks, honey,” she said before heading towards the door. “Don’t forget what I told you. If you weren’t here, who would I have lunch with on paydays?”
“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “See you later.”
When the door shut behind Cherise, my head dropped to my desk. It had been a month since Marcus and I started up our office affair. So far we had christened every surface of his desk and washroom, both conference rooms, the stairs, the break room and all four elevators. There was something to be said for catching up with work on Saturdays considering it allowed us to be alone.
I hadn’t really thought much about a future with Marcus, but I had to admit that the more time I spent with him and the more intimately I got to know him, the more I wanted something bigger with him. The fact that he had never asked to see me outside the office was a big warning sign I hadn’t noticed before.
And if he really did fire the last secretary he slept with, who’s to say he wouldn’t do the same to me? What if she got clingy and he wanted to be rid of her? What if he thought I was clingy? Regardless of the fact that I was sleeping with my boss, I did thoroughly enjoy my job. The benefits were fantastic, and it paid well enough that I could afford to live on my own instead of with roommates.
The rest of the afternoon flew by as I obsessed about every little detail of my time with Marcus. By the end of the day, my nerves were frayed and I was on edge. Needing to make copies for Marcus’s morning board meeting, I headed for the copier noting that most of the staff had left for the day.
Inside the small room, I took a moment to collect myself now that I was alone. I wasn’t sure how I was going to move forward, but I knew that I needed to stop worrying about it. I could practically feel frown lines forming on my face after the day I had.
Setting the minutes from last month’s meeting into the feeder, I selected the number of copies I needed and hit start. The repetitive motion of the machine was soothing and allowed me to block out all the negative thoughts that had been on repeat all day. I was in such a state of meditation, I didn’t hear the door clicking behind me.
Strong hands on my waist had me coming out of my skin. I yelped just as warm, firm lips pressed to my neck. “Did I scare you?” Marcus’s deep voice sent a shiver up my spine like it always did.
“No,” I lied, instinctively tilting my head to the side to allow him better access.
“Liar,” he whispered. “You’ve been quiet this afternoon.”
I froze at his observation. I hadn’t even realized that I’d had no interactions with him at all since the morning.
“What is it?” he asked with a squeeze of my waist. “What’s got you so uptight?”
“What happened to your secretary before me?” I blurted out before I could think better of it.
This time his body tightened behind mine. “What did you hear?”
I turned in his arms, needing to see his face. A person’s body language and facial features often told you more than their words did. “Did you sleep with her?”
After a brief hesitation he nodded.
“Did you fire her?”
“Yes,” he readily admitted, but his blank face gave nothing away.
“And?” I demanded.
“And what?” He asked in confusion.
“Did you fire her because she became too attached? Or had you gotten your fill so you tossed her aside?” I hated how the shaking in my voice belied how I upset I was.
“I fired her because she fucked up a really big project I was working on. We had already ended our relationship when her ex moved back to town and they got back together.” He ran a hand through his hair and made a frustrated noise. “I should tan your hide for even questioning me. I’ve never given you a reason to.”
His words sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I loved it when he got rough. I still couldn’t believe how hard I could come after being spanked with a ruler.
“Turn around,” he barked out when he saw the acceptance in my eyes.
I spun around to face the copier and waited. Each second that ticked by where I could feel his heat at my back and his breath against my neck without him touching me was pure torture.
Finally I felt the zipper on my dress slowly being lowered, as cool air rushed across my bare back. Marcus’s hands glided up my skin and over my shoulders, pushing my dress down the front of my body where it caught at my hips. A hard tug had the red dress pooling at my feet.
My nipples pebbled in anticipation as I stood there in nothing but a white thong.
Marcus’s hand reached around me and raised the lid on the copier, his other one pressing on my back until my chest was pressed against the cool glass. I gulped when I realized he was making yet another fantasy I had told him about come true.
His fingers hooked in my panties and drew them slowly down my legs. On his journey back up, he ran his hands ever so lightly over my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Spread your feet.” He kicked my feet apart without giving me a chance to comply with his order.
His finger dipped between my folds, teasing my clit with light brushes before inserting his thumb in my pussy.
“So very ready,” he praised, and I could hear him pulling his cock out of his pants.
A swat to my left ass cheek had me jumping. “Are you ever going to question me again?”
“No,” I moaned when his hand landed on my right cheek.
“No what?”
“No, sir,” I corrected, just as he landed two more blows in succession.
“I wouldn’t mind coming on your pink ass,” he whispered as his hands ran over the warm skin on both cheeks.
“Please,” I begged. I was dripping and my pussy was empty. I needed him to alleviate the ache inside me. The one that I knew only he could satisfy.
“Or do you want me to come inside you? You know, sometimes I jerk off thinking about you sitting at your desk after we’ve fucked. My cum still inside you. Slowly leaking out. Reminding you that your pussy is mine.” His words were like verbal porn, setting me on fire and making me more and more wet with each one.
With one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. My hips slammed against the copier with each plunge of his thick shaft inside me.
After only a few thrusts, I found myself coming. My eyes closed as my inner muscles clenched his cock. Just then I saw the light of the copier behind my lids and heard the click of copies being forced out the side tray. A second orgasm followed closely to the first, milking Marcus’s from him.
He collapsed on my back and groaned in my ear on his final thrust, leaving us connected as my orgasm subsided. I couldn’t help but smile when he placed a tender kiss on the skin just behind my ear.
Eventually, his weight left my back and he pulled out. After tucking himself away, he knelt in front of me, holding my panties out. I stepped in and smiled down at him and as he raised them up my legs, he pressed several small kisses to my thighs before repeating the movements with my dress. We had never dressed each other before, and as I stood before him straightening his tie, I felt like we had achieved a new level of intimacy with one another. I was still concerned with what the future held and how things would play out between us, but a small piece of my soul had settled thanks to his caring gesture.
“Want to grab some dinner?” he asked as I grabbed the copies—both my business related ones and his sexy ones—from the machine.
I looked over at him with a gaping mouth. This was new.
“Don’t look so surprised.” He gave me an uncharacteristically shy grin. “I figured you want more. If you don’t that’s fine.”
“No,” I said quickly. “I mean yes. How does Chinese sound?”
“Sounds good.” He pressed a hard kiss to my lips before grabbing the dirty copies of my tits from my arms. “These are mine.” He winked and left me standing there.
With a laugh I followed. Maybe things would work out after all.
