“Keep moaning for me, baby girl,” he ordered. “I want to hear how good you feel.”
“It’s kind of embarrassing,” I whispered.
He stood, bending over me, the hardness beneath the front of his pants pressing against my bare pussy. “Fuck that. You feel how hard you make me?”
I nodded, whimpering as he ground his covered erection against my clit. God, how good would it feel if he opened his pants and pressed his length against me? My hips bucked involuntarily and I clenched my fists, grinding my clit up against him.
“Make me come, please,” I whispered.
A flicker of hesitation crossed his face and then it was gone as his fingers circled my throat gently. He shoved his groin against me, the seam of his pants pressing into my clit as he moved his hips. Wetness pooled as blood rushed to my head. Why did it feel so good to have him hold me by the throat?
“Ask like you mean it,” he breathed.
“Please,” I begged. “Make me come.”
His lips parted and he dropped to his knees once more, swearing under his breath as he pushed his head between my thighs. His tongue was hot and relentless, lapping at my clit, driving me higher and higher. Sharp need burst in my hips as another orgasm sparked deep inside and my hands flew up, burying in his hair to hold him steady.
He growled, his tongue flicking over my clit as his mouth sucked gently at it. Wetness, probably a mix of my arousal and his saliva, dripped down my ass and wet the table beneath me. My stomach shook, a tremor moving through my hips as my lower back arched. God, I was close, so close I could taste it.
Without changing his pace, his hand slid up beneath my sweater and bra and closed around the soft skin of my breast. The contact of his fingers around my nipple, teasing the sensitive bud, sent me over the edge.
With a hoarse cry they could probably hear out in the hall, I came hard against Viktor’s mouth. He made a harsh, almost guttural, sound in his throat and pushed his tongue against my clit. At some point, I had melted completely in his hands and he was holding me up off the desk as his tongue dragged over my entrance. Gathering my arousal on his tongue, cleaning it from the inside of my thighs as he had before.
“Viktor,” I breathed.
“Do you think you can be a good girl now? Or do I need to make you come one more time?” The corner of his mouth turned up, that smirk playing around his lips.
“I can…be good,” I managed, wincing at the thought of finishing again while I was so sensitive.
He took my upper arms and pulled me into a seated position. His big hand came up and cradled my chin between his fingers and thumb, turning my face up to his. When our mouths touched, his lips and tongue moving against mine, he tasted of me. Sweet with a hint of almost citrus tang.
“Open for me. Taste yourself on my tongue, baby girl,” he breathed. “God, I could live off what’s between your legs.”
I obeyed, letting him fuck my mouth with his tongue. His hand moved down, curling around my throat, holding me steady. Holding me close. My God, he knew exactly what to do to make my heartbeat drop to my pussy. Barely realizing what I was doing, I took his free hand and pushed it between my legs, pressing the heel of his palm against my clit. He withdrew his tongue, swore softly in Russian, and bit down on my lower lip.
Pain spiked through me, lacing my pleasure and sending a fine, sweet high through my body. I gripped at him frantically, twisting my fingers into his dress shirt, pulling him close. My hips moved, the need for another orgasm welling inside, overtaking any rational thought.
He pulled his hands free, shoving them up under my sweater and pulling it off. “Strip for me, baby girl, show me those pretty tits.”
I hesitated for a moment. My ex had told me once that my breasts were too small and they didn’t turn him on. It had made me deeply insecure about my bra size for a long time. When I looked up and met Viktor’s gaze, his glittering, pale eyes raking over me, a bit of hair falling over his forehead, I knew he didn’t have that problem. This man wanted to see my body, no reservations.
“Undress me,” I whispered.
He reached around me with one hand and unfastened my bra and it fell into my lap, baring my breasts. My nipples hardened as he gazed down at them, his lips parting. His chest rose sharply and he reached out, skimming his fingertips over my nipples. A jolt of arousal moved through me at the contact and I bit back a moan. Then he pressed against me, bending my body back over his forearm. His mouth fell to my right breast, hot and eager, his tongue lapping against my nipple. Pleasure blossomed between my thighs and I jerked my hips, whimpering as he nipped at the sensitive peaks.
“I—I want to come again,” I breathed.
He pushed two fingers between my thighs, gathering the wetness there and working my clit in slow, circular strokes. His mouth worked my breast, raking my nipple gently between his teeth. The combination sent pleasure rippling through me and I came, arcing and gasping as another orgasm tore through my hips.
“Come for me just like that,” he said hoarsely. “Be a good girl and make a mess all over my fingers.”
I writhed in his arms, riding out the last ebbs of pleasure against his fingers. As my orgasm dissipated, he drew back and heat rose in my face as our gazes met. With his eyes locked on mine, he put his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.
“So you can be good, you just need treated right,” he said, pulling me up.
He’d wiped every rational thought from my mind. I stared up at him, the realization of what we’d done settling in. My God, I was naked on his desk and he’d put his mouth between my thighs and brought me the kind of pleasure I’d only imagined existed. My fingers dug into his forearms as I tried to force myself back to reality and slow the racing of my heart.
“I—I need to go,” I whispered.