Author: Leonaria (Adress Witheld)
One night at a club can change everything. (MF, oral, anal)
"Distracted?" He whispered in her ear.
"A little." She whispered back.
"Just a little…going to have to work on that." She felt his grin against her ear before he bit down on the lobe, making her yelp in surprise and sending a jolt of electricity through her body, jumpstarting the barely smoldering heat that feeling him against her had started. His hand traced across the top of her skirt, raising goose bumps on her skin, as his hips moved in time with hers, the leather of his pants brushing against her bare legs, the short skirt rising up in the back as they moved.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, as his breath burned against her cheek. His hand at her hip slid down her thigh, brushing under the hem of her skirt and up the bare skin, raising the back of the skirt even higher, as the leather straining at his groin brushed against the almost bare skin of her ass. This time the moan wasn’t a whisper as she pressed back against him.
"mmmmm….I think I need to see you in my office…" he whispered, and then he was gone, the soft fabric of her skirt dropping back down as he pulled away. She whimpered as she turned and watched him push through the crowd on the dance floor, the leather pants clinging to his ass as he moved. She watched mesmerized for a moment before moving to follow him.
She pushed the curtain that hid the service door aside and took a deep breath as it closed, muffling the music from the club a little, her body still throbbing to the beat of the music, as she felt it pounding up through the floor. His office door was open and she slipped inside. She glanced around but he wasn’t at the desk. She heard the door close behind her and felt his hands on her waist, urging her to turn around.
She looked up at him as she turned to face him. He didn’t say a word, just slipped one hand up from her waist, slipping teasingly over the crop halter she was wearing, she knew he could feel the taunt nipple under his hand but he didn’t even pause. She leaned against his hand as he cupped her cheek, then eased his fingers into her hair and gripped, hard, pulling her head back. She didn’t whimper this time, just moaned as the sharp pain sent a thrill through her. He leaned in, his breath hot on her throat as he licked the column, her knees nearly buckling as he found the sensitive spot under her jaw.
"Trouble standing…" He whispered.
"A little."
"Good…" She felt the pressure on her hair and dropped to her knees. Her hands moved to unfasten his pants as she licked her lips.
"Not yet." He said, grabbing her wrist with his free hand. She looked up at him confused. He sat down on the sofa behind him, not losing his grip on her hair or wrist. "Let me get comfortable." He yanked on her wrist, and she scooted closer on her knees. He guided her hand back to the fastenings and nodded.
Her fingers fumbled , trembling, and she wondered if she’d even be able to get him in her mouth before she climaxed, just the thought of him pounding deep in her throat had her thong soaked with her own juices. He tightened his hand in her hair and she looked up at him. He guided her head to his groin and she moaned as she slipped her lips around his tip…her tongue licking the small bead of moisture from the tip before, savoring it just a second before she eased her lips down his shaft, taking him deep in her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her mouth before adjusting to allow him to slip down her throat. He let her get comfortable, barely before his hips started moving, and she closed her eyes, just wanting to savor the sensations through her body, the hot smooth skin against her lips and tongue, ridged by veins, feeling him moving faster in and out of her throat, hitting the back of her mouth as he thrust deep. She couldn’t stop the moans as her free hand slipped under the loose fabric of her skirt. He growled and she opened her eyes and glanced up.
His hand tightened in her hair and she reluctantly slipped her lips from around him.
"I can’t see with that skirt on." He growled.
She stood up and reached back to unfasten the waist, he motioned her to turn around, she did, and fumbled with the button before unzipping the skirt slowly and wiggling her hips to help ease it down and drop to the floor.
"Better." He whispered. As her fingers slipped under the green lace of the thong, she heard the creak of the sofa behind her as his fingers slipped around her wrists. "Leave it."
She turned and looked at him and slipped back to her knees, mouth watering at the sight of him, the V of skin where his pants rested open surrounding him making her want to lick every inch. As she slipped her lips around him again, his fingers slipped back into her hair, gripping hard, his moan music to her ears. This time he didn’t let her adjust, his hips grinding, forcing himself deep down her throat, her lips tight against his base as he pounded down her throat. Her fingers moved tentatively under her thong and this time he didn’t stop her as she brushed her fingers over her clit before sliding two inside herself, the pounding of the music from the club matching his thrusts down her throat and her thumb grinding over her clit as her fingers moved in and out. She didn’t know if she’d last long, she could feel the climax building quickly. She moaned as his fingers tightened in her hair her body hitting the breaking point with the pain as her throat tightened around him as her body rode the wave of the climax.
He didn’t stop pounding down her throat, her moans just making his hips move faster and with more force. Every once in a while he’d pull back enough for her to get a taste of his pre-cum on her tongue before thrusting deep in her throat again. He’d pause, gripping her hair and not letting her move, his breathing ragged. He thrust deep, her lips pressed against his base and she was sure he was going to explode but he didn’t. She moaned in disappointment and anticipation as his hips moved again, sliding him almost fully out of her mouth.
"mmmm as good as that feels…that’s not what I want." He growled, pulling completely out of her mouth. "And now that you’re good and wet…" She glanced up and saw his grin. He grabbed her hair tight, pulling her to her feet as he stood. She felt his other hand grab her hip, pressing her against him and she moaned.
He guided her over to the desk and turned her around, pulling her back against him, his arousal pressing against her ass, and she whimpered. He slipped his hand under her thong, as the other hand slipped from her hair and down her back pressing her, urging her to bend over the desk. That hand rested at the small of her back while the other fingers slid along her slick folds, feeling just how wet she was, brushing carelessly over her clit, making her buck as they moved, and she felt his low chuckle.
"Not yet." He said…as he slipped his hand from under her thong and back, along the thin lace at her hip, down her ass cheek and then slipped a finger under, pushing the thin lace aside as she felt him probing, sliding easily inside her as her body bucked again at the sensation.
"mmm nice and wet" he moaned, as his hips moved slowly, grinding against hers, the edge of the desk cutting into her thighs making her whimper a bit with the pain as her body pushed to another crashing climax. He stopped, and she whimpered as he slowly pulled out, she pounded her head against the desk in frustration. He was killing her. She felt his fingers probing her and she moaned again. Yes, he was killing her, slowly but surely, she was going to die from frustration as his fingers pushed her to the limit again, and then stopped. She moaned as they slipped out, slowly stroking back over her asshole as she gasped.
She felt him pressing against that small opening and relaxed, whimpering a little as she stretched to accommodate him, the pain nearly pushing her over a threshold again as he eased in.
"I’ve been watching that ass all night and now I’m going to fuck it and there’s nothing you can do to stop me." He growled as he pressed deeper into her, her body stretching to allow him, the pain just hitting the pleasure threshold as her body exploded. He held still, as she clenched involuntarily around him as her body climaxed again. "Damn that feels good." He moaned as she relaxed again, letting him slide fully inside her.
She took a deep breath, as her body adjusted, the sensation of him filling her up driving her to insanity as she whimpered and tried to move, but his hand on her back held her still, his fingers pressing down, and she knew she’d have bruises but she didn’t care. Her body wanted him to move, to stay still, to do anything at all to push her back over that brink.
And then he did, move, pulling all the way back till just his head was inside her and then pushing deep into her again, bringing tears to her eyes with the pain and pleasure. He grabbed her wrist with his free hand and guided it between her thighs.
"You want it...work for it." He growled as he pulled back again. "I’m fucking your ass, if you want to cum, you’re going to have to help." She moved quickly to comply her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it. She moaned and bucked under him and she felt him moving, grinding deep into her and then pulling out slowly again. She didn’t know how much longer she could take this torture, her body was so close to climax but he was dragging it out, every time she got close he’d pull back again and hold still until she was whimpering and moaning and crying with each breath.
"I want to hear it, honey." He growled.
"GOD Sugar, please fuck my ass, please pound me till I can’t walk, please fuck me till you cum deep in my ass." She screamed, afraid that they’d hear her out in the club over the pounding music but she just didn’t care at this point she wanted him to fuck her NOW!!!
"Now that was sweet." He laughed as his hips moved, setting a pounding rhythm that her fingers quickly matched on her clit and had her cumming hard. She screamed, not even knowing what she articulated but knowing it had him growling and pounding her ass harder. "That’s it, cum for me baby." He growled and she did again.
He just kept pounding and she just kept cumming, her body not even giving her a breath between orgasms as she leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the desk and just screamed. She cried out when he stopped, head resting just inside her asshole and she whimpered.
"Not yet. I want you to come down a bit, I want you to feel me when I cum inside of you." He growled. "I want you to beg for it, I want you to know who’s fucking you." He moaned as he leaned over her. Her breathing was ragged and she whimpered as his free hand slipped over hers between her thighs, forcing her fingers to stop against her sensitive clit.
She whimpered softly as she felt him move again, this time his breathing ragged as his hips started pounding against her. She groaned as he moved, her body wanting to absorb him, keep him deep inside her forever. She felt his movements become less controlled, and his fingers pushed her hand aside as he started stroking her clit himself. Her body shuddered again as she started to go over the edge, the feel of him thickening in her ass as he reached his climax putting her over the edge, leaving the blood pounding in her ears along with his roar as he collapsed against her back. She moaned her body not ready to accept reality as she realized the pounding wasn’t just in her ears.
"JUST A DAMNED MINUTE" He roared and she realized there was someone pounding on the office door. She groaned as he slipped out of her. She leaned over the desk not able to move yet as he dropped her skirt on the desk next to her limp hand.
"Get decent, honey." He whispered. "I’m not done with you by a long shot."
She moaned, but pushed herself up off of the desk and then, with trembling hands turned around and slipped the skirt over her head and down to her waist. She didn’t have the strength to try to step into it at the moment. She tried to fasten it behind her back, but just didn’t have the coordination. His fingers trembled as he helped, and he griped her elbow as he guided her to the sofa to sit down. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to straighten it as he turned and unlocked the door.