I swept my entire forearm across the table, brushing all twelve cards and the deck that had been resting nearby onto the floor.
Forest’s dark mood broke like a crack in the clouds as he looked up at me in alarm. I met his eyes. Then his expression resolved into something dark once more, but more desirous than furious.
He knew my game. Now to see if he wanted to play. I held his gaze. I was done teasing.
He rose sleekly out of his chair and perched on the desk next to my chair. His index finger reached out to hold my chin.
He slowly pushed my face up and moved in closer until our lips were close but not quite meeting. “Is this what you wanted?” His voice was a low rumble.
I nodded slowly, entranced. The tension – which I’d created – was killing me by now. I leaned in for a kiss, and he pulled his head back. My mouth fell open in surprise.
He smirked. “Are you used to getting what you want?”
I licked my lips. “I very much like it when I get what I want.”
“So?”
“So. Give it to me.”
His expression was more serious, like he was concentrating hard, except his pupils were dilated and he was staring at my lips like they were a puzzle he had to solve. He leaned in, and pressed his lips against mine tantalizingly softly.
I stood up, pressing back against his lips with my own, the wild animal raging against his restraint. Our lips parted; our tongues met. Slowly, I lured out his lust from its covered hiding place.
I pushed him slightly back on the desk with one hand on his chest. The other arm I threw over his shoulder, so I could climb onto the desk, one leg on either side of his hips, my crotch against his stomach.
His hands came around to hold me by my ass cheeks, and I pushed my braids back over my shoulders so there would be no interruptions as I leaned in to taste his lips once more, feel the brush of his five-o-clock-shadow stubble against my smooth skin, let our tongues meet and then part.
My head started to swim with the rush of it. I pulled away, breathing heavily.
He squeezed the plentiful flesh at my hips, the love handles some men would try to shame me for. Then he moved one hand to my chest, where the shirt was askew and revealing of more cleavage than was professional, and stroked the exposed flesh just lightly with his precise fingers. “Sit back in your chair.”
I was confused. “You want to – continue the reading?”
He shook his head. “In the chair. Please.”
So polite even when he was commanding. Somehow, the tone of his politeness drove me wild. I longed to undo his veneer of manners and see him wild, spent. I saw it there, lurking beneath the surface.
I complied. What else could I do? I sat in my chair as if I were about to resume our meeting. Forest climbed under the desk as if he were about to begin gathering up the fallen cards.
Then I felt it. The warm shuddering of his breath on my thighs. Like before, but closer this time. Then his hands slid up my outer thighs and paused.
I waited, gasping. I was sure I’d soaked through my panties and my suit pants by now. I was going to have to dry my clothes off under a hand dryer before I could return home to my family –
Ohmygod.
One of his hands started working open the zip on my pants while the other teased my pussy through the layers of fabric. I was unable to hold in my moans, and I didn’t want to, either.
“Fuck.” Forest’s voice had gone raspy as he pulled my pants down to my knees. “You smell incredible.”
“I taste even better.” I threaded my hand under the desk and into his hair, which was ruffled from our kiss. It was soft and thick.
He released me from my pants, continuing to tease me through the lace of my dripping panties. Then he discarded those, too, and I pulled him in lightly by his hair. He was all too keen to be drawn in.
The tip of his tongue traced my innermost thighs. I gasped and shook. Every second felt like the most exquisite torture, waiting for the moment he would –
Ohgod ohmyfuckinggod –
Histongueon my lips and my clit, lightly at first and then faster and harder, lapping at my core.