His fingers tighten, and he pulls me back onto his shaft with a groan. All the way down, as far as I can take him, and he holds me there. “Fuck. Yes.” He whispers, thrusting up. Fast, short movements. He’s breathing hard, and I hear the strain in his voice. “Swallow me. Swallow everything.”
Seconds later he comes, filling my mouth with salt and heat. One hand wraps around my throat, holding me in place as he spills everything he has into me. And I do swallow. I’m gasping when he lets me go and I wish that it wasn’t over. I won’t be able to wait through his entire meeting.
I’m getting close, my movements faster. I want this.
Malcolm keeps his hold on me, pulling me up higher on my knees. One hand undoes the buttons on my shirt, pulling my breasts out of my bra one by one, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
And there’s a knock on the door.
We both freeze, and my mind goes blank. This isn’t what I meant. I meant to be finished and to go back to my desk. Now I can’t. I’m too messy and there’s not enough time.
Malcolm smiles and whispers in my ear. “You’re going to stay right here under this desk. And you’re going to keep touching yourself, knowing that you could be caught at any moment.” I barely get a hold on my moan. “You don’t want me to hold back? I won’t. Don’t come. Don’t you dare come until this meeting is over. And believe me, if you do, I’ll know.”
My eyes go wide. “You’re not serious.” I’m already so close.
Another knock on the door. “Mr. Meyer?”
“I am completely serious,” he says, letting me go and tucking his lipstick smeared cock back into his pants. “That orgasm is mine. I’m going to taste it, take it, and then give you more. So you’re not going to come. You’re going to keep yourself just like this.”
There’s no more time. He stands and pushes the chair into the desk, blocking me in. Oh my God. He’s serious. I hear him unlock the door and the voice of one of the other secretaries on the floor. “Sorry, Mr. Meyer. These men are here for you, and I don’t know where your secretary went.”
“She’s on a personal errand for me. Thank you, Diana. Come in, please.”
I could come anyway. Would he really know? I have no doubt that I can work myself up to another orgasm that will be ready for him by the time the meeting is over. And yet…I’m not quiet. I’ve never been a silent lover. Even by myself.
And more than that, I want to see where this goes. There’s a tantalizing curiosity building up under my skin along with the pleasure that’s at my fingertips. Malcolm barely had time to unleash himself. What happens when he actually has time?
Male voices fill the office, and I try to focus on them. To listen to what Malcolm is saying. I can tell through his tone and his laughter that he’s fully in control of the meeting, just like right now he’s fully in control of me. But my mind is scattering and reforming as I touch myself, daring to slip my fingers down and in before backing off and holding myself back until I can breathe.
I grab onto the seat of his chair and hold on. I bite my lip. Everything that I can possibly do to hold myself back while still going. Still teasing my clit. I’m breathing hard and trying to keep myself quiet. All the while I’m holding onto his voice, slightly muffled by the desk. It’s like he’s right there whispering in my ear.
God, this is insane. But I love it. Whatever made HR pick me from that stack of applicants and interviews, I never imagined this. Fuck, I never dreamed that this could happen. Ever. And I’m okay with it. This is an adventure and a game that I’ll never have again. I want to see where it leads.
My thong is soaked, and I’m writhing on my knees. How long has it been? I have no idea. My world has shrunk to the small bundle of nerves under my fingers. Holy shit, I don’t know if I’m going to make it. I don’t know if I’m going to make it.
It takes me a second to realize that there’s silence in the office. Malcolm pulls the chair out from the desk and hauls me up to my feet. I’m not supporting myself, my knees almost numb. He takes one look at me and smiles. “Good job.”
And that’s the last thing he says before spreading me out on the desk. Papers crunch under my back and there’s a pen under my hip and I don’t fucking care because his mouth is on me right over the lace of my thong. “Oh, fuck.”