Page 52 of Between the Lines
“Tell me… what you think about.”
I grip the arms of my chair.
“You’re treading on dangerous territory.”
She steps forward, edging around my desk. My cock thickens behind my zipper.
“Maybe I want to,” she says. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about you an insane amount too. Maybe I’ve been tracing the marks your lips left, hoping they’d stay there longer. Maybe I’m dying to find out if my thoughts are the same as yours.”
Her index finger trails along the edge of my desk before she’s fully standing in front of me.
“Maybe I just want to know that I’m not alone.”
I press my toe over the line.
I scoot my chair out from beneath the desk so she can see the evidence of what five minutes in my office talking about what we can’t have has done to me.
She gasps. And not only that, but that sweet sound and the parting of her lips lets that trapped moan escape. It tastes faintly of the last time I had her, but there’s a twinge of desperation. My cock had pressed to her for only a fraction of a moment before we’d been interrupted, and this sounds like her wanting to pick up right where we left off.
“Did I do that?”
She steps between my parted legs, and grips onto the arms of my chair, our hands meeting in a flame that will surely burn the cheap rubber.
“Mhm,” I manage, sliding my hand over the top of hers, squeezing just enough to test the waters, just enough for her to gasp, for her lips to part, and for her to start sinking to the floor between my legs. “You sure did, sweetheart.”
She drops to her knees and my vision goes black before I bully it into clarity so I can imprint this image into forever. Her wide eyes stay trained on my distended zipper, her breath now close enough that I can feel the shallow warmth over my cock. She blinks up at me in this wide eyed innocence that makes me want to stop right here and gather her into my arms instead. But then, her grip slips from the arms of the chair. When her manicure dents my khaki thighs, I catch a groan in my throat.
“I want to be good for you, Nathan,” she pleads. “Tell me how.”
My next words come out thick.
“Why don’t you be a good girl and suck what you did?”
She bats her lashes andlicks her lipsand I’m about to bust my load before she’s even started.
Every sound is amplified. The clanking of my belt buckle as she unlatches it, rips the leather through the loops, and lets it fall aimlessly to the floor. Her nails clinking against the button of my slacks. The low zip. Her breath stuttering as it catches on my dick. Our mingled breaths, struggling to take in air as I sit up to help her tug my pants and briefs down beneath my ass so she can finally take me all the way out.
The moan that doesn’t so much escape as it does rip free when Claire finally,finallytouches me. She runs the backs of those maroon nails up and down the length of my shaft and I grunt, squeezing the arms of my chair before the beast in me has to grip her bicep instead. She blinks up at me again, licks those lips again, and I can’t help myself.
My hand looks like a bear paw over the back of hers, but the moment I wrap both of us around my length, it makes it that much hotter.
“I know you asked me to, but I really don’t think I should tell you how often I think about you.”
I squeeze the back of her hand at the base and pull up. Her chest hitches in a shallow breath.
“Please.I want to know.”
I wonder for a moment if the end of that sentence was supposed to bethat someone wants me. Instead, I simply indulge her.
“I can’t stop, Claire. I’ve had you…” She squeezes the tip, then lets me,lets me, glide us back down to the base. “Everywhere. In every way. You shouldn’t…”
“You’re so big, Nathan. Holy shit,” she moans,moans, and then lathes her tongue over the tip of me. Keeping her eyes on mine. I’veeither struck gold, or I’m in another one of my fever dreams, and at this point I don’t care. “Keep going. Tell me, Nathan.”
My breathing picks up, and I grip the back of her head with my other hand to keep her right where she is.
“You’ve been wrapped up in my sheets, all spread out for me. I eat your sweet pussy until your thighs can’t stop shaking.”
This earns me another lick.