He snorted, incredulous. “You spreading your legs and bending over on the yoga mats down there in my gym is bothering me.”
“Is it?” She knew she sounded a little too hopeful.
“You know it is.” He took a step toward her and she felt her heart stop for a moment as he reached past and pushed a button on the door, locking it. “Now undress.”
She gaped at him, eyes wide.
“I won’t say it again, Katie.” He strode back to his desk, already pulling at his tie. “I’m not going to play games with you. I’m going to give you exactly what you came here for.”
Promises, promises.
She started with her tank, pulling it over her head, and she heard his intake of breath when it left her nude from the waist up-she wasn’t wearing a bra. Tossing it on the leather sofa, she turned her back to him, inching her yoga pants down, taking her panties along with them. Her trainers and socks were still downstairs next to her mat-she’d come upstairs barefoot.
“Now come here.” His voice was low, soft, a little hoarse, and she turned to find his suit coat off, along with his trousers and shoes, his white dress-shirt unbuttoned down the front. He was wearing a pair of navy blue boxers, and they were tented quite nicely. It made her mouth water.
Completely nude, she went to where he was leaning back against the edge of his desk. Any man in his boxers, wearing just a shirt and a pair of black socks, should have looked ridiculous, but he didn’t. He looked sexy as hell, even with the bulge in his boxers. Maybe especially because of it.
His gaze dipped downward, and then back up, his eyes meeting hers. “I have an important meeting in about twenty minutes. Before that, you’re going to do everything I tell you to do. Do you understand?
She nodded, a thrill going through her as he reached inside his boxers, freeing his cock for her view. He had big hands, but his cock made his fist look small as he began to slowly pump it, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Get on your knees.”
She sank before him, knowing just how he’d felt in the showers when he was on his knees before her, ready to worship him. A smile played at the corners of his mouth and he brought a hand to her hair, pulled back into a workout ponytail, yanking the elastic out and letting it spill all around her shoulders.
“Suck it.”
She did, finally, gladly, taking the offering of his cock into her mouth like a gift. He fed it to her, slow and easy, rubbing the head of it against the inside of her cheeks, along her eager tongue, over her wet lips.
“You like sucking cock.” It wasn’t a question but she responded by taking him deeper into her throat, eyes on his, as deep as she could go. Liam groaned when his entire length had disappeared into her mouth, pressing his hips forward, making her gag.
Katie dribbled saliva down her chin, over her breasts, his cock so filling her mouth and throat she could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. He grabbed a handful of her hair, easing back out, and she licked at his length the whole way, using her tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip when it appeared at her lips, thick with her saliva.
“Please,” she begged hoarsely from her knees. “Oh Liam, please…”
“Stand up.”
She rose slowly, dizzy, oxygen-deprived, but she knew he would hang onto her, and he did, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her to him. She wrapped her legs around him, wiggling in his arms, her pussy so hungry for his cock it was seeking it all on its own, Katie’s hips grinding uncontrollably.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair again, pulling her head back so he could graze his teeth down her neck, over her collarbone, walking forward with her toward the closed office door. Katie’s pussy was so wet she felt her juices dripping down her ass and she locked her arms around Liam’s neck as they reached the wall, pressed hard up against it.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled into her ear and she whimpered in response, feeling the weight of him as he pressed her hard to the wall, his cock trapped between them. “And I’m going to come really fucking hard into your hot little cunt.”
Oh god. She dug her heels into his back as if she could force him into her, but the thought was ridiculous. She couldn’t force him to do anything, and she knew it.
“I’m going to come fast and I’m going to come hard,” he whispered, leaning back a little so he could look down and see her breasts, cupping and kneading them, her nipples so eager for attention they hardened immediately under his hands. Katie couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, pulsing between them, still slick from her mouth.
“Look at me,” Liam insisted and she dragged her gaze upward, over the ridged surface of his belly, the broad expanse of his chest, meeting his eyes. They were dark with lust, so dark it almost frightened her. “I’m not going to stop fucking you, Katie. Do you hear me? Even after I come, I’m going to keep fucking you.”
She stared at him in wonder, but didn’t have time to respond because he shifted his hips and drove into her, his aim perfect, sinking deep into the soft, waiting flesh of her pussy. Having Liam inside of her made her want to scream and she bit his shoulder to keep from crying out, knowing that while the door was locked, there were people right on the other side of it.
“Oh fuck.” Liam stopped, buried inside of her, his full weight pressing her to the wall. She couldn’t breathe at all, but she didn’t want to. Instead, she tried to take him in deeper, squeezing the muscles of her pussy around his length.
“Ohhh. Brat!” He groaned, his hands moving down to grip her ass, giving him more leverage. His cock was steel heat and he impaled her, hips driving forward and up, shoving her against the wall. Katie cried out, taking his length, taking his weight, his cock splitting her open again and again. Liam’s breath was hot in her ear, his words even hotter, telling her how good she felt, how beautiful she was, how much he loved her hot, wet, sweet little cunt.
“Ohhh fuck, Kitten, ohhhh your fucking pussy! I’m gonna come so hard!” He growled, his hips pumping faster, harder, driving in deeper than she thought was possible, slamming her so hard against the wall she felt as if the whole building was going to fall down around them.
“Ahhhhh Katie, ohhhhh!” He went up on his toes, thrusting her up the wall as he came, and she felt every hot swell of his cock as he plunged into her tight hole, filling her with fiery hot blasts of cum, so deep in made her belly burn. She clung to him, whimpering against his shoulder, feeling his whole body shuddering with his climax.
She slowly relaxed, nuzzling his neck, kissing his collarbone, his jaw. They both looked up when someone knocked at the door.
“Mr. Quinn?” It was Jenna.
Katie bit her lip, hissing, “Hurry! Put me down!”
“No,” he whispered, her earlobe between his teeth. “I told you I wasn’t going to stop fucking you.”
“The people from Fitness Craze are waiting downstairs for you, sir.”
“Let them wait,” he called, dismissing her.
“Oh Liam,” she whispered, amazed to feel his cock swelling again inside of her. It wasn’t possible-was it? But he was hard again, and he was fucking her, panting and grinding and making her pussy sing with pleasure.
She gasped when he grabbed her ass and swung her around in his arms, carrying her, still fucking her, oh god, lifting her up and down on his length, over toward the window. It was double pane glass-the same glass he’d watched her doing yoga through-and she could see the class still going on, winding up now, everyone relaxing in child’s pose.
“Liam!” she cried but he had her turned around again, fucking her with her back pressed to the window this time instead of the wall. “Will it hold us?”
“I don’t fucking care,” he panted, punishing her pussy with his cock, so hard again it hurt, and she begged him for more, gasping his name. She was so close to coming it was maddening, but she couldn’t quite get there, not like this. Her clit throbbed, needing more direct stimulation, and she shifted her hips, looking for something, anything, to rub up against.
Then Liam had her in his lap, collapsing into the big leather office chair behind him, taking her with him and nestling her into the saddle of his hips, still buried in her flesh. She looked down at him in surprise, but he leaned back, forcing his cock deeper, looking up at her as she straddled him. His hands went to her hips, guiding her on his cock, not up and down but back and forth, a sensation that made her pussy purr.
“Touch yourself,” he told her, hands manipulating her, back and forth, back and forth, pelvis’s grinding. It was easy to reach her clit from this angle and she found it with her fingers, sighing and rubbing, her eyes half-closed with bliss. Liam rocked his hips back, forcing her forward, and captured one of her breasts in his mouth, not just the nipple but the areola too, sucking deeply.
“Oh yes!” she moaned, forgetting about the people on the other side of the door, the people waiting downstairs, the yoga class rolling up their mats and chatting down below. She could see them, but they couldn’t see her. There was no one in the world but Liam, only Liam, and she was his.
“I want you to come.” He licked her nipple, lashing it with his tongue, still grinding her into his lap, rubbing the head of his cock so deep, round and round. “Come all over me, Kitten.”
She cried out, unable to resist his direction, her fingers working furiously between her thighs, her other nipple lost in the hot, wet suck of his mouth. Her orgasm wasn’t a wave or even a tsunami, it was the whole fucking ocean folding in on itself, drowning both of them. She felt it take her, straightening her spine and curling her toes, and even the members down on the floor gathering for Pilates had to have heard her screaming with pleasure, the hot clamp of her pussy on Liam’s cock forcing his own climax.
“Katie!” He groaned and thrust up, his head going back in the chair, and they probably would have tipped over if the desk hadn’t been behind them. He lifted her up with his hips, his cock exploding again like a white hot geyser, the continual, persist tug of her pussy like the moon pulling the tide, unstoppable. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Baby!”
“Yes!” She urged, keeping up the motion all on her own, back and forth, her clit still throbbing as she rocked on top of him, wanting more, more-she couldn’t get enough. Liam groaned, collapsing into the chair, grabbing an armful of hair this time and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue pulling her in.
“Oh sweet, sweet Kitten,” he murmured, fingertips running down her sweaty back. “Now that’s what I call a workout.”
She giggled “Way better than yoga.”