Using my leverage, I positioned his mouth where I wanted it. Atticus didn’t waste any time, licking up my core, his tongue hot against me. A moan escaped me, my head falling back, but I didn’t let go of the tie, anchoring him where I wanted. His arms wrapped around me again, pulling me closer, and my back fell onto the desk.
I was lost in sensations, Atticus devouring me like only he could. Each lick and flick of his tongue was done with such precision, I was a sopping and spasming mess within seconds. When he plunged two fingers into me, I arched up, screaming out my orgasm. My hand let go of the silk material, my fingers were cramped, and my body tried to come down from the high it had just felt.
Clamping his hands on my thighs, he held me to the desk, making his way up my body with kisses. When he came to a button, I looked down briefly, wondering what the hold-up was. His eyes met mine, a devilish smirk on his face. “I have half a mind to rip this off you, but I think I like you in my shirt too much to ruin it. Don’t move, or your number increases.”
I sucked in a breath, my body trembling with his promises, and I tried to hold as still as possible as he painstakingly unbuttoned them. By the time he reached the top one, my body vibrated, the brush of his knuckles against my sensitive flesh too much. I struggled not to fall over the edge again. A whimper left me as he pushed the shirt off, the black tie I’d taken falling perfectly between my breasts.
“Fuck, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I saw the moment his eyes hooded fully, and his hand dropped to his belt buckle, unleashing it from his pants. Atticus started to untuck his shirt, his hunger causing me to breathe heavier in anticipation. The chime on his phone startled us both, and we turned to stare at the device as it lay on the desk.
He groaned, closing his eyes as he remembered his meeting. He picked up the phone, glancing at it, almost like he debated answering it. Atticus looked from me to the phone before sighing and sitting back in his chair as he answered.
“Let’s make this quick,” I heard him utter into the phone as a brilliant idea filled my mind. Sitting up on my elbows, I watched him. His eyes were on me as he listened, one hand tapping aggressively against the arm of his chair. “Uh-huh,” he mumbled, focused on me.
Licking my lips, I sat up further. His eyes narrowed, but I didn’t stop. Moving my foot, I brushed it against his leg, feeling up the length of him. His hand clamped down on me, stopping my movement. Smirking, I placed my other foot, stroking him, knowing he couldn’t hold on to both of them. Satisfaction filled me as he closed his eyes, pressing his lips together to hold back a moan.
“Mm-hmm. What does he want in return?” Atticus' voice was pained, so I took mercy on him. I circled my breast with one hand, pinching my nipple with my thumb and forefinger, inching the other hand toward my apex. Spreading my legs on the desk, I touched my clit, dipping down to gather some of my essence, swirling it around. Biting my lip, I held back my own moan and looked at Atticus.
His eyes were locked on my hand, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. As I plunged my fingers in, he covered his mouth to suppress a moan. His eyes flicked up to me, liquid heat licking every inch of my body.
“Is there anything else? I have something that needs attention in my office.”
Smirking, I kept up my pace, my own eyes falling closed as I started to find my own release again. A strangled groan had me opening my eyes, finding Atticus still on the phone. His free hand rubbed the very prominent erection in his pants, and his eyes promised me retribution when he was free. Figuring I had a limited window of control, I slid off the desk, pushing his chair back. Squatting down, I finished unzipping his pants and pulled out his length. Atticus sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as I wrapped my hand around him.
That seductive power raced through me, and I licked his tip, spreading the drop of precum over my tongue. Stroking him, I sucked down, working my hand and mouth together. I’d hated giving my ex blowjobs and hadn’t ever been good at them. But expanding my sexual horizons like I had recently, I’d discovered my passion for bringing my guys to their knees. I still felt amateurish in my blowjob abilities, but the sounds Atticus made encouraged me, and I sucked, hollowing my cheeks as I took him as far as I could.
Looking up, I found his eyes on fire as he stared at me, his mouth tense. There was so much emotion in his eyes, ranging from desire, respect, and devotion. When I licked the tip, taking him into my mouth again, I saw the moment his switch flipped.
“We’ll finish this later,” he barked, tossing the phone onto the desk, the case clattering against the surface as it slid. I didn’t stop, knowing whatever those numbers had been for were about to be revealed. I’d finally pushed Atticus to his breaking point, and I smiled smugly as I sucked him.
In one movement, he stood and pulled me up, his cock falling from my mouth as it slapped against him. He twirled me around, slamming me down onto the desk, and sheathed himself in me. I didn’t have time to moan as he started pounding into me at an unrelenting pace. My hips slammed into the edge of the desk, and I knew there would be bruises there later. The knowledge that I’d tipped the put-together Atticus over the edge made me not care, though.
Grabbing the edge of the desk in front of me, I tilted my head back to take in his face. Atticus’ head was thrown back as he thrust himself in and out of me. His fingers dug into my skin, the sound of slapping skin accompanying our moans and the creak of the desk. I watched his face, entranced with how blissed out he looked to be in me, and it pushed me to see what else I could glean from Atticus.
Pushing back against him, I lifted my body off the desk, twisting my head to look at him more fully. He stopped when he felt me move, looking down at me as I smirked at him.
“We’ll see how long that smirk lasts, Lore, when I’m dolling out your punishments in a minute.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I think you’re the one who’s all talk, Attie. Now, fuck me like you mean it.”
Lifting off the desk completely, I wrapped my arm around his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. “Show me I’m yours,” I whispered, kissing him. He growled but took my kiss, battling my tongue for dominance. His pace started again, and he moved one hand around in front to pinch my clit as he pounded into me. My legs shook, my walls clamping around him as my orgasm built. He dropped me down to the desk, fucking me with such vigor, I knew I wouldn’t be walking right later.
A moment later, my orgasm detonated, and I broke into a million pieces. Atticus roared out his own release, and just as I started to come down, his hand struck against my butt cheek, somehow sending me into a third orgasm. When I came to, he had me cradled in his arms, nuzzling my neck with his nose, peppering me with kisses.
“Sorry if I distracted you from your call,” I mumbled around a yawn.
“What did I tell you, Bellezza? Don’t lie to me.”
I opened my eyes, a smile pulling at my lips. “Fine, you’re right. I enjoyed disrupting it very much. I think I should do it more often.”
“Hmm, we’ll see.”
Giggling, I cupped his cheek, pulling his face to my lips. “Thank you for knowing what I needed.”
“I see you, Bellezza. No thanks needed. I’ll always push you and remind you when you go off course.”
“I know.”
He smiled, kissing my nose. “Go take a bubble bath. You’re gonna want a soak.”