“The party,” she reminded softly, gasping when he cupped her pussy through her costume.
“We both need to take the edge off. You know we can’t go back in there like this.”
“You mean a Quickie?”
Shane slipped his tongue into her ear, and she shuddered violently, creaming. “I promise you’ll come more than once,” he said gruffly, his fingertips rubbing at her clit.
“Oh!” Against her will, her hips rocked into his hand.
“What’s this room right here?” he asked, nudging her toward the nearest door.
“M-my home office.”
“Perfect.” He steered her in that direction.
“It’s not,” she protested, as the hand between her legs withdrew to turn the knob. He urged her in, then kicked the door gently closed behind them. “There’s no lock.”
“Maybe someone will come in,” he purred. “Maybe one of your friends out there will get to see me banging you. Would you like that?”
“Shane!” Abby spun to face him, stepping backward in quick retreat. The image his words brought to mind made her pant. The fantasy of having sex so hot it was unstoppable, even under threat of discovery, had been with her a long time. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Aren’t you more curious about what’s about to get into you?” He stepped closer. Predatory. Intent.
She swallowed hard. As he came to a halt before her, she reached out with one hand and steadied herself with the back of her desk chair. He was so close, she could feel the heat from his skin.
“Tell me the truth, Abby.” He cupped her face in both hands. “Am I really not your type? Do you not want me?”
This was it. The Moment. Take it or leave it. Walk out of here with a wet pussy, aching nipples, and her heart. Or stumble out with a dopey grin and the surety of heartache.
Her eyes closed on a deep breath.
“I want,” she whispered, then she melted as he kissed her with such tenderness she could hardly stand it. After his zero-to-sixty pounce of just a few minutes before, the leisurely mating of firm lips and deep, stroking tongue caught her completely off guard.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said, his words swallowed by her open mouth. “We’ll have to improvise.”
No way. She wanted all of him. Now that she was decided, she wanted every hot, thick inch she’d felt against her lower back.
“It’s okay.” Abby turned away to open her desk drawer, a movement that caused her computer to come out of sleep mode and light up the room with a soft blue glow.
He looked over her shoulder at the array of condoms and whistled.
“One of the gals at work just had a bachelorette party,” she explained. “I hot-glued these to lollipop sticks as favors.” She withdrew a Magnum and set it on the desk.
“Is it my lucky night or what?” His tone was filled with warm amusement as his hands caught her waistband. He lowered to a crouch, tugging her pants to the floor.
She stiffened in shock.
“Step out and spread your legs.”
“You’re going too fast!”
“You said we’re in a hurry,” he reminded in a dark-as-sin voice. He lifted her right leg and tugged its foot free of both shoe and pants cuff. “If we’re not, recant and we’ll take our time in a more suitable venue.”
A swell of laughter from the living room, which shared a wall with her office, decided her. “Hurry!”
“That’s what I thought.”
Standing, Shane turned her to face away from him and mantled her body with his own, cupping her exposed pussy with a possessive grip. He parted her, then stroked through her slickness. “Good, you’re hot and wet.” Two fingers slipped inside her, and Abby leaned heavily into the desk to stay upright. “You sure I can’t change your mind, Abby? We can sneak out and go to my place.”
“I’m having a party!” But her voice lacked the conviction it had earlier.
“Later, then. I want you spread out on my bed so I can ride you long and slow.” Shane finger-fucked her pussy with deep, expert strokes. The feel of his hand rubbing rhythmically against her sensitive inner thighs made her wetter.
“Shane…” Her nails dug into her mousepad.
“Hang on.” He slid his fingers free, pausing a moment to rub her clit in slow, seductive circles before he took care of the logistics. She heard the tear of a condom wrapper, followed by the sounds of latex stretching. Then one hand was exerting downward pressure on her back, the other was positioning the head of his cock to take her.
“Here you go,” he murmured, bending his knees and pressing up into her.
“Hurry.” She felt so empty she ached with it, her pussy spasming in tormented impatience. “Please…hurry.”
Shane made a little soothing sound as she writhed. “Hold still, baby, and I’ll fill you.”
Abby gripped her desk for dear life as she realized how damn big he was. In her semi-bent over position he was almost unbearably huge. She whimpered.
“Easy,” he crooned, stroking the straining length of her spine. He lifted one of her legs and urged her to rest it sideways on the desktop so that she was spread wide. “You’re tight, and I’m so hard my dick aches, but I’ll fit. Just relax.”
As he continued to slide into her, forcing her swollen tissues to part with the fat tip of his cock, she began to shake with anticipation and heady lust.
Shane stilled, then reached around her, taking control of her mouse. She watched in confusion, wondering what he was doing, then a moment later an image of them appeared on her monitor.
She gasped.
He plucked her camera off the shelf and set it on the desk, then he flicked on the under-shelf light. Instantly an up-close-and-personal view of his long, thick cock breaching her pussy was there on her twenty-inch flat screen. The lips of her sex were dark pink and glistening with her arousal, the skin stretched tight to accommodate his size.
“Oh!” Abby sucked in a breath as one her darkest fantasies came to life before her eyes. She licked dry lips as she watched another inch of delicious dick slide into her.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his lips to her ear, his hands reaching around to pull down her top and cup her aching breasts. “It turns you on to watch. You just got twice as hot and twice as wet.”
He began rocking into her again, slow and easy, advancing and retreating, satisfying her desire to videotape sex to watch later. She’d never done it. The thought of losing a tape like that terrified her. But this…this wasn’t being recorded, and it was having the same effect.
Shane’s fingers tugged on her nipples in time with his heated thrusts. The flared head of his cock rubbed a sensitive spot deep inside her, and she climaxed with a soft cry, her pussy rippling along as much of him as she’d managed to take.
She felt him shudder behind her with a low curse. “You’re going to make me come,” he growled, his fingers tightening to a pinch.
“Go ahead,” she suggested, her voice slurred with pleasure.
“Not until I’m balls deep in you. I want to feel you do that again, but with my dick all the way inside.”
“Okay.” Abby giggled. Like she was going to say no to that.
He grunted softly as another thick inch sank home. “If I make it in you without coming first, I deserve a damn medal.”
“I don’t have any of those,” she said in a dreamy voice, her heavy-lidded eyes riveted to her monitor. “How about a blow job instead?”
Shane’s hips jerked forward, shoving him deeper into her. “Jesus, Abby!”
“I’d really like that,” she murmured. “You’re so big. I think sucking your cock could make me orgasm.”
“Damn it.” One hand dropped to her hip, holding her in place as he fucked upward in fierce digs, pumping high and hard and deep, making her cry out with every lunge. Then he was in her to the hilt, a thick, throbbing presence, and she was melting.