He ignores me, sucking on my clit as he crooks his fingers, finding the tiny mass of nerves along my walls and stroking it masterfully. My body tightens, spasming uncontrollably as I cry out, losing myself in a hot pulsing orgasm.
Almost immediately, he’s on his feet, my face in his hands. “I love the way you taste, Rachel,” he whispers, before sucking on my bottom lip. “I want to lick every inch of you. Tell me you’ll come with me.”
My eyes are still dilated, almost unable to focus. Somewhere deep down, I remember that I shouldn’t be doing this.
When I pause, he kisses me again, his tongue delving into my mouth. His fingers find my nipples, swollen and aching in the confines of my clothes. With an impatient sound, he rips the front of my blouse open and pulls down my bra, exposing my aching breasts. His mouth covers one nipple and I almost weep with pleasure. I hear him undoing his belt, then the sound of his zipper, and when he releases my lips again, I look down at the perfect length of him, aching to have him inside me.
He reaches for something inside his desk, and the next moment I hear the sound of foil tearing. He’d known that this would happen, I think through my aroused brain. He’d known and prepared for it. Even when I’d been lying to myself. Telling myself that I wouldn’t sleep with him.
I watch him put on the condom, the need and excitement stronger than my thoughts.
“I want to fuck you without one of these,” he says, softly. “Will you let me, once I prove that I’m clean?”
I nod, desperate with need. Right now, I just want him inside me.
He positions himself at the quivering entrance to my body. “Tell me you’ll come with me to San Francisco,” he whispers again, his voice rough.
I roll my hips, hungry for him. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
His hands find my waist, and he moves me towards him at the same moment that he pushes forward, sliding slowly inside me and filling me completely.
“Yes!” I cry out, as the first immediate pulse of my orgasm rolls through me. My legs weaken, and I moan helplessly, coming apart at the seams. He grips my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the desk as he pulls out, almost to the tip, then plunges into me again. He lowers his head to my breasts again and I groan, my body clenching almost unbearably around the sweet, hard strokes of his cock.
I brace my hands on his shoulder, feeling the tense, bunched up muscles even through his shirt. He lifts his head to look at me, and his eyes are focused on me, the intensity almost blinding. His expression of clear and utter arousal feeds the unbearable heat between my legs. He starts to move faster, his pupils dilating as he drives mindlessly towards orgasm. Heat fills my body as another climax builds, the whole world turning to nothing but the sure strokes of pleasure between my legs. My head rolls back and I cry out as my body stiffens, my orgasm seizing me even as Landon plunges wildly into me, all control gone as he rides the waves of my climax to his own. He comes with a loud groan, his whole body shuddering with his release.
My heart is racing. I take deep gulps of air. The air in the office is cool, but we’re both sweating. Landon expels a deep breath and slowly pulls out of me, making my body shudder as residual tremors shoot through me. My face is buried in his neck, and as I catch my breath, I inhale the scent of his spicy cologne, hot sex, and a scent that that’s just him. I have to restrain myself from placing kisses all over his face. I close my eyes, trying to weigh the languid satisfaction I feel against the mortification of the knowledge that I just slept with him, even though I told him I wasn’t going to. Even though I know I shouldn’t have.
He starts to adjust my skirt, pulling it down and smoothing it. My panties are ripped and unsalvageable and he just takes them off me and puts them away in his pocket. He adjusts my bra and tries to do the same with my blouse, but with two buttons missing there’s nothing even he can do. There’s no way I can go outside looking like this.
He leaves me on the desk and wraps up the condom in a tissue before tossing it in the trash. By the time he turns back to me, he’s already fixing his clothes, with no sign that he just fucked me senseless on his desk. He looks as immaculate as he always does, and I look like a wreck.
He comes back to the desk and takes my arms, gently pulling me to my feet. “Come on,” he says, “Let’s get you decent.”
“Unless you have a blouse exactly like mine somewhere in this office, I don’t see how you can manage that.”
His fingers touch the silk of the blouse. Then he smiles and takes my hand. “I doubt a blouse like that would look as good on me as it did on you,” he says before pressing a button on his desk.
“Mr. Court?” Tony’s voice flows into the room through a set of speakers I can’t see.
“I’m going out,” Landon says curtly. “Reschedule the Clifton meeting.”
He presses the button to end the conversation without waiting for a reply, and starts to lead me towards a door I hadn’t noticed before. It opens to a small but airy room with a set of seats and large windows that share the same view as his office. A stairway leads from the room to an upper floor.
“Don’t tell me you have an apartment here as well,” I say, following him up the stairs.
He frowns. “I do,”
“How many apartments do you have?” I ask, curious.
“A few.” He’s smiling. “The apartment at the hotel belongs to my family, I spent some of my childhood there. This is where I mostly live these days, especially when I’m busy with work.”
The apartment is smaller than the one at the Swanson Court, but it’s still a large apartment. It’s evidently a bachelor pad. Simply but tastefully furnished, and with a few personal touches, although fewer than what I saw in the Swanson Court apartment.
“This is convenient,” I comment, “Every workaholic’s dream. Why leave work when you can live at work?”
“One more dig at me, and I’m going to have to fuck you again, just to keep your mouth otherwise occupied.” His expression is bland, as if he’s only commenting on the weather, but stupidly, my body responds by remembering the pleasure of a few moments ago and wishing for more. “Make yourself comfortable,” he offers, gesturing towards the living room. “There’re drinks in the fridge, over there,” he points in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”