The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

I told myself it was the jet lag that made me so fucking impulsive.

My hands dropped down to fix my belt quickly before reaching to help her adjust her top. She had pushed her skirt down but her tits looked like they would pop out of those tops and her face was flushed from her orgasm a few minutes ago.

She looked divine. My cock ached painfully against my pants. I should have taken her home instead of jumping her like some brute in the elevator but Christ, the minute I had seen her, jumping her was the one of many things I could think about.

"Ready?" I murmured and she nodded, swiping her hair around her face to cover the sexy fuck me look she was sporting.

I hit the hold button off just as the doors opened and four decorators piled in with their equipment cases groaning and chatting with exhaustion.

"We hope you like your new office Mr Wolfe," a guy in his twenties grinned at me. "The curtains I installed are pretty sick. Your PA saw them, right?"

"Right," She grinned at him. "I don’t think sick is a word my boss would use though."

"You’re right, I must be speaking a foreign tongue to him or some shit like that. Are you going home? Maybe you could grab a bite with us?"

No, no she would not, I almost barked and it unsettled me. Who cared if some kid wanted to grab a bite with her?

"I would love to, but duty calls."

He laughed, nodding eagerly like some fucking lizard. The urge to pull her against me and kiss her hard before him just so he knew she was mine was strong but I shoved it aside. I would not lose my mind over a woman. I had enough of that with Victoria already.

The elevator descended and I closed my eyes, inhaling her jasmine scent and under it was the warm, sweet, scent of her pussy hanging in the enclosed space.

I should have talked to her first.

I had planned for that really. We would talk about what this meant for us. If we were to have any relationship it couldn’t be anything more than sex.

And it couldn’t be public. It could never be public. This was dangerous, I fucking knew that. Blending work with personal relationships had to be a recipe for disaster if it wasn’t properly managed.

I would make sure that it would be properly managed.

Yeah, eating her out in the elevator wasn’t a good start though.

I would fix that. We would talk properly over dinner maybe, set some terms, establish what this was and wasn’t and what boundaries we needed to set.

The elevator doors dinged open and the decorators filed out with their equipment waving us good bye until it was just us in the lobby.

"I have to get my bag," She smiled, her eyes lighting up with a faint blush staining her cheeks. "And lock up the office."

"I’ll be in the car."

"Okay," she murmured in that sexy husky voice that drove my dick even harder.

James straightened when he saw me approach my exclusive parking space in the parking lot moving to open the back door.

"James, you can go," I held out my hand. "I’ll drive myself home today."

"Sure thing, Boss," he replied, placing the keys in my palm without another word.

I made a mental note to add to his bonus. He was very obedient. If it were Connor, my face scrunched up in annoyance at the thought. Connor would have asked so many fucking questions, I would have had to threaten to fire him.

I got into the driver seat, waiting in the quiet parking lot with my hands on the wheel. My cock was still hard and the intoxicating taste of her pussy was still on my lips.

The passenger door opened a few minutes later.

"Hi," She beamed at me as she dropped into the seat, her bag hitting the dashboard. Her hair was slightly windswept from the gentle breeze whipping outside.

Immediately she closed the door, she reached across to press her lips to mine.

I kissed her back because I was apparently constitutionally incapable of not kissing Abigail Kellerman when she put those succulent lips on mine. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

She pulled back, her blue eyes heavy lidded with pleasure as she gazed up at me. Her hands slid from my jaw down my chest to my thighs.

"We should talk, Abigail," I rasped.

"Mm." Her fingers found my belt.

"About what this is. What the terms are. At work specifically, there are-" Her hand wrapped around my cock through my trousers and my jaw tightened. "There are boundaries we need to..."

She got my cock out of my trousers, spat on her palm then wrapped her hand around my bare shaft and licked the tip slowly, just the tip.

My head dropped back against the head rest. Her tongue circled the slit, collecting the bead of precum gathered there as the dirty slut looked up at me through her lashes.

"I’m listening, Mr Wolfe."

Dammit. My hand found the headrest, gripping it tightly.

"At work." I gritted it out, her fist stroking up and down my turgid throbbing shaft. "We’ll maintain complete professionalism. Boss and employee, nothing-" Her lips closed over the head and my eyes nearly shut in a fucking seizure.

She took me deeper. The wet heat of her mouth swallowed me and her tongue dragged up the underside of my shaft on the way back.

I groaned, hissing as she took me deeper in her throat, stroking the inches her mouth couldn’t reach with her hands while she greedily slurped on my cock.

Her skirt had ridden up. Her ass jutted out of it in the passenger seat, round and bare and so fucking plump.

I reached out to smack it and she moaned around my cock.

The vibration shot up my cock, making me leak more precum that my little slut greedily lapped up.

I spanked her again, harder, my fingers finding her underwear. I wrenched it sharply against her pussy and she whimpered, sucking my cock faster and noisily.

Thank fuck for tinted glasses.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her up. Her lips were swollen, wet, her eyes dark and blown with desire.

"Backseat," I growled. "Now."