I tighten my grip, picking up my pace. “You like the way I fuck you, Maddie?”
Then I hear it, a soft gasp from behind me. My head snaps to the door to find Maddie standing there, cheeks flushed and breasts heaving under her t-shirt. Her eyes lock onto mine, and the silky gray is replaced by a deep velvety tone.
My hand starts moving again, squeezing at the root, eyes fixed on her beautiful face, watching her every reaction. Her gaze drops, and the thought that I should stop breezes through my head.
Deep down, I know I should. This is beyond unprofessional. Just the fact that I was masturbating on the job to begin with isn’t great. Thinking about my asset while doing it? Solid dark gray area. Having her stand there and look at me with those Egyptian eyes filled with velvety lust? I should probably hand in my resignation tomorrow.
“The door was open,” she hurries to explain without me asking, gaze still glued to my erection. “I thought you were running the water or something. I wanted to hang my towel.”
I just keep stroking myself, enjoying the way her pupils grow wider and her thighs press together as her eyes follow the motion of my hand. When the tip of her little pink tongue darts out to lick the corner of her lip with a soft moan, the last of my self-restraint is thrown out the window.
She is mine.
* * *
Maddie
I didn’t mean to walk in on Sawyer, but I couldn’t walk away.
He was already hard when I went into the washroom, his chiseled body like a canvas of black, white, and red. Through the steam, I can make out the howling wolf that the tips of my fingers smoothed over less than a week ago.
The memory of Sawyer’s weight on me is still fresh in my head, on my skin. The feel of his lips claiming mine before mapping my body and leaving a sizzling sensation everywhere they touched.
That’s when I notice he’s going for my soap. I’m about to protest, that shit is not only expensive, but I also don’t know when I’ll have a chance to buy more. Before I manage to get a word out, though, his fist closes over his cock, his eyes flutter shut, and a smile plays on his lips as he touches himself in an almost teasing manner, murmuring as he goes.
It isn’t until my thighs press together that I notice my panties are soaking wet. Am I getting all hot and bothered by my well-endowed, hot as sin, tattooed handler jerking off with my overpriced boutique shower gel?
Yes, I most definitely am.
I would blame it on a dry spell, but that would be a blatant lie. You’d be surprised how easy it is to find a good lay in the tech-nerd world. But Sawyer, he’s something else entirely. Pure male, pure sex, stirring an animalistic need to fuck until I can’t remember anybody else was ever inside me.
“You feel so good.”
All I can think about is hearing him say those words for me as I take that engorged length into my mouth and suck him until he roars my name.
“You like the way I fuck you, Maddie?” I feel my already pounding heart double in speed, and my panties are definitely going to the trash. Possibly my yoga pants as well when he starts thrusting into his fist, picturing me standing there, probably taking me from behind.
I can’t stop the gasp that leaves my lip when a jolt of awareness pulses through my body.
Sawyer opens his eyes to look straight at me, his dark gaze meeting mine, and a half-grin spreads across his face, making the sharp lines of his jaw soften somehow, the taunting air around him reminding me of the Sawyer I was rapidly falling for last year.
His fist starts slowly moving again, drawing my gaze down. I’m fascinated by how he smoothly runs his thumb over the tip and then around the shaft down to the base. I’m on the verge of begging him to touch my body that expertly as well.
“The door was open.” I don’t know why I feel the need to fill the silence. I can’t even tear my eyes away from his cock.Why am I speaking?“I thought you were running the water or something. I wanted to hang my towel.”
His stare just turns amused as he keeps pumping slowly, focusing on the base now, almost as if showing me what he’d like me to do.
I imagine the feeling of his hips slowly rolling as I take him into my mouth. My tongue wets my lip at the thought, and something about that pushes Sawyer over the edge. The next thing I know, there’s a growl and Sawyer’s on me, pulling me against his body, his tongue pushing through my lips, hot and demanding.
I’m lifted off the floor, placed on the sink, and he’s pulling at the elastic band of my yoga pants with urgency. I close my hand over the base of his cock, mimicking his grip, and Sawyer lets out a choked sound of pleasure before swearing up a storm at my choice of garments.
I hold his broad shoulder with one hand and lean on the sink with the other, lifting my ass to help him.
His eyes lock onto mine. There’s an intensity to them, that deep blue gaze tugging on my insides, causing them to clench. I lose focus, hand slipping off the sink, and Sawyer catches me, pulling me into the safety of his embrace, my body shaking with burning need as his heaving chest rubs against my hard nipples through my shirt.
“I’ve got you, Madeline.” His lips brush my neck as he speaks in a murmur, “I won’t let you fall.”
I hum and kiss his temple. “I know. I trust you.”