And she needed to repay him for the time she should have been working.
“Please,” she said breathlessly. “Please suck on my tits, sir.”
He cursed and then his hands were on the back of her thighs, hauling her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles at his back. Grant’s face was already between her breasts, his tongue licking a path up the inside of one and down the inside of the other. Then a nipple was in his mouth and he was sucking, sucking so hard that she swore she’d be bruised tomorrow. But what a souvenir, to have hickeys all over the soft skin of her breasts from Grant’s talented mouth.
“So fucking good,” he murmured against her skin as he moved on to the other nipple, adding teeth and a tongue swirl.
He was thrusting against her, his bare cock rubbing along her bare flesh. She’d worn no panties, which she knew was a risk, but she hadn’t intended to be in public in the club long.
Her arousal slicked his cock between her folds, and Grant raised his head, lips red and wet from his attention to her breasts. “Jesus, you’re not wearing anything under this dress?”
She shook her head.
Grant’s lips curled. “So hungry for this cock, you went bare?”
Her answer was to grind into him, gripping the hair at the base of his neck. Because she was hungry. Starving. She wanted him so bad, she couldn’t even speak. Her hips moved mindlessly, her inner muscles clenching, begging for him to plunge inside of her.
A hand left her ass and then she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. He rolled it on his cock, his other still holding her up. She helped by holding onto his shoulders and waist.
“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you like this. You ready?”
“Fuck me,” she said.
His lips twisted cruelly. He pulled her legs apart farther, and lowered her onto his cock with a grunt.
She was so slick, she sank right onto him with no resistance. She shoved her face into his neck, moaning as he filled her.
“Lean back, Princess. I want to watch these tits while I fuck you against this door.”
His mouth was going to drive her to insanity. She swallowed and pushed back, bracing herself on his shoulders, and let her head rest on the door. His gaze was on her breasts. He flicked the nipple of each one with that long, talented tongue. Then he smiled, and began to thrust.
The door banged on its hinges, the sound unmistakable to anyone walking by what they were doing.
Her large breasts bounced obscenely in Grant’s face and he watched them, licking his lips and occasionally drawing a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting.
At this angle, he hit her clit with every thrust, not enough to come, but enough for her to feel her orgasm building, that telltale prickle in her toes.
“Oh my God.” She arched her back, pushing her breasts into Grant’s face further. She placed a hand on the back of his head, urging him to draw her into his mouth. Which he did eagerly, sucking on her beaded tips.
“Reach down and play with your clit,” he said, pulling back and watching where his cock entered her body.
She ran a hand down over her breasts, down her stomach, and pinched her clit, swirling it with the pad of her middle finger. “I’m close.”
“Yeah? Me, too, Princess.” He was breathing hard, his chest heaving. She realized he was fully clothed, and her dress was merely a strip of fabric under her breasts.
That was all it took, that image of a suited man fucking her mostly naked body, to send her into orbit. She threw her head back and cried out, the orgasm rocketing through her, curling her toes.
Grant continued to thrust, riding out her orgasm, until he too followed her with a whispered, “Princess,” falling from his lips.
She clung to him, not trusting her legs to support her. He slowly let her down, helping her stand on wobbly legs.
He pulled her dress up over her breasts carefully, lovingly, before dropping to his knees.
“What—” she began.
He laid a hand on her stomach, met her eyes, and then licked her soaked skin. The breath left her lungs in a rush as he took his time with her slick folds and inner thighs.
Then he rose and pressed his lips to hers so she tasted herself. “I’ve been waiting to get a taste of you again,” he said softly.
For a moment,