Page 4 of My Office Rival

She arched up to me and I ground down against her.

“More,” she murmured. “Please. I need you naked.” Her voice was pleading. Not quite the command I craved, but I hastened to comply.

I stood and pulled off my jacket, undid the remaining buttons on my shirt. My heart hammered in my chest. I shucked the shirt and her eyes grew hotter.

“Slower.”

The edge of command in her voice made me shudder. She didn’t know what she was doing to me. I stilled, my hand at my pants. Just one more brief moment and I would take over, wrest control from her. Being dominant was still enjoyable. I just didn’t crave it the way I loved to sub.

She broke eye contact to strip off her sweater and skirt, leaving her in thigh-high stockings and black underwear that was stark against her pale skin.Oh fuck.She was really hot.

I slowly undid my pants, my hand close, so close to my erection. I wanted to draw the moment out, make us both wait.

“Hurry,” she pleaded. She twined her arms above her head, thrusting her breasts up. I wanted to fall on her like a starving man, but I needed just one more moment on the edge of her control. I wanted her to order me to my knees, to make me give her pleasure. The thought of that nearly made my eyes flutter closed.

I slowly, so slowly, rose, putting on a show for her, letting my abs contract and my hands fist by my sides. My arms strained as I held myself still for her. Her eyes glittered as they roamed over my body.

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CYNTHIA

Jason was fucking hot. Had someone asked me to imagine him in bed, I would have said that he was too robotic to have sex. I could not have predicted this in a million years. His eyes and his massive erection betrayed the fact that he was wild with lust, but he kept himself tightly leashed. I could see his lean frame shuddering with need.How could I unleash him?

“Come here,” I demanded. His eyes went wide. Was I too much? Too needy, too demanding? One second, maybe two, then hemoved.Satisfaction at his reactions filled me.

He pinned me to the bed with one large hand against my stomach. The breath left my chest in an audible rush. His movements were rough, desperate. He forced my legs apart, and I shuddered. My body was humming with lust. It had been long, so long, since I had been with a man. The long hours at the firm, plus my family obligations, meant I had little time to date and even less time to get to know someone well enough to have sex. But my body clearly remembered what to do as Jason kissed his way down my stomach and then up my thigh to where he had spread my legs. His exhale ghosted over my clit. Nerves and excitement flared under my skin.I couldn’t handle this. His intensity, his hot breath on me, so at odds with hisdemeanor. I hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected to need him like this. This should have been boring, or annoying, especially since he was so difficult. Maybe I would have preferred that. Instead, the need between us felt like a living thing, filling my lungs, making it hard to take a breath without also inhalinghim.

“Do you want this? I have to ask.” He paused. “I like it rough. If it’s too much at any point, just tell me to stop.” He trailed a finger down my thigh as he waited for my agreement. His eyes were wild when they met mine. My legs trembled. My chest heaved.

And it was hot as fuck that he asked for permission.

“Yes, make me come.”

He jolted at my words and then licked me, swirling his tongue around my clit. I cried out. “Jason. That’s so good.”

He huffed a laugh against me and kept tonguing me, light swirls, then spearing into me. He spread my thighs even wider and sucked on my clit until I was practically sobbing with the need to come.

“More,” I begged. “I need you inside me.” He met my eyes and my body went taut at the lust I saw blazing in them.

“On your knees like a good girl,” he said roughly.

He flipped me and pressed me into the mattress. The soft fabric abraded my oversensitive nipples, and I shivered at the contact. His palms trailed down my back, smoothing over my ass, dipping back between my thighs. Each caress was tender, sweet, until he gripped my hip with punishing fingers. I heard the rip of a condom wrapper and then felt the press of his cock. Thick, silky, warm. The pressure made me arch my back, until inch by delicious inch he seated himself. I pushed back against his hips, the coarse hair on his legs rubbing against my thighs, and he exhaled a breath.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned.

“Yes,” I hissed.

Those rough fingers on my hip pressed me forward and then dragged me back. He speared a hand into my hair, his fingers as rough on my scalp as they had been on my body. The slight pain sent sparks dancing over me.

“Too much?” he asked roughly.

“More,” I moaned. “More, more.” I needed him like I needed my next breath, and I wasn’t above begging.

He gripped my hip and pulled nearly all the way out before slamming home. I cried out and arched off the bed. “Fuck, yes! Like that.”

A choked sound fell from his lips. “I’m not sure I’ll last. This is too much. You feel really fucking good.”

Thank fuck. He feels it too.Some secret part of me thrilled at the connection. “I don’t care,” I bit out. I pressed back against him, desperate, and he stilled me with a hand on my low back.

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