“I have,” I say honestly, loving the dirty, blatant way he talks to me. “For some reason, I can’t get enough of you. I believe you just might have ruined me.” He chuckles into my mouth. Only problem is, I’m not really kidding. That thought evaporates as he slides a hand into my panties and brushes his finger over my cleft.
“Nate,” I moan at that furtive caress. Deft fingers sweep my sex, and I put my hands behind me, flatten them on the desk for leverage and lift myself, giving him better access to my body.
“You have been thinking about me,” he says, and dips into my hot core, which is now damp with need.
“I don’t lie,” I murmur. “Honesty is important to me.”
“Good. Then tell me what you’ve been thinking about doing?”
I bite down on my lip as he pushes a thick finger in and out of me, and I can’t even believe how close I am. He adds another finger for a delectably snug fit, and his palm bangs against my swollen cleft, taking me higher and higher. I gasp, and heat centers on my core.
“Nate,” I cry out, and his nostrils widen like he, too, is becoming unhinged.
“You are so damn responsive, Kira, it’s fucking killing me.”
His fingers scissor, and I lift my hips, push against them, and within seconds I’m coming all over his hand. His soft curses reach my ears, and I love the rattled look on his face. I ride out the pleasure, and he keeps his hand in my pants, stroking gently until I stop spasming.
When I can finally talk again, think with any sort of clarity, I answer his question. “I’ve been thinking about how much I want to taste you.”
His fingers still.
“What?”
I reach for the zipper on his pants, drag it down slowly. His breathing changes, grows rough and labored.
“This,” I say and take him into my hands. “I want to taste.”
He briefly pinches his eyes shut, and if I thought he was rattled before, it’s nothing compared to now. “Kira…you don’t have to.”
“It’s what I want, Nate. Wait, don’t you like that?” I know I’m not very experienced, but come on, all men like oral sex, don’t they?
“I…fuck yeah, I like that, but most girls don’t, right?”
I shrug. “I don’t really know. I’ve never done it before. I might not be good at it, but I’d like to try.”
“Jesus, fuck,” he says, and his finger slips from my body. He turns me and leans against my desk as I sink to my knees before him.
“Besides, how is it fair that you get to put your mouth on me, and I don’t get to put mine on you?”
“Not fair at…” His words fall off as I lick his crown, taste his tangy pre-come.
“Mmm,” I moan. His hands grip my head, fist my hair and his hips curl. The tip of his cock slides into my mouth, and I suck him in.
He shifts, settling himself on my desk as I revel in the texture and softness of his skin, the only soft thing about him right now.
From the top of my desk, a strange clicking sound fills the quiet, but my brain can’t register the noise. A second later, Nate is cursing, and as he jumps from the desk, I fall to my ass with an undignified thump. Was I that bad? He turns away, and that’s when I see blood trickling down his very nice rear end.
“What the hell,” he groans, and when I realize what happened, I cover my mouth. He turns back to me. “Are you laughing?”
“No, it’s just I thought I was terrible at oral sex, and that you were pushing me off, but that’s not it at all. You have something…something…”
He reaches behind his body and pulls out the staple that pierced him. “A staple? How the hell…”
“I sometimes play with things when I’m working. I was flicking it open and closed, and I guess I left it open.”