time, kissing my thigh, my knee,
my shin. “You first.”
And with those words, all thoughts of my shift, my customers, and the
tips I was supposed to be earning drift far, far away.
He takes my hand and guides it into my panties, interweaving his
fingers with mine as we stroke into my wetness together.
“You like that, tiger?”
All I can manage is a moan. The press of his fingers intensifies.
“I like it, too,” he growls.
He pulls down the top of my tank top with his free hand, flicks my
nipple with his tongue, the tip of it against my supple skin making
my muscles contract with anticipation. My fingers work back and forth
across my clit, and I’m breathless not only at the speed of the
sensation, the almost heart-stopping goodness throbbing in my center,
but also at the thought of his knowing I’m enjoying this.
I close my eyes, shutting down my visual sense so I can take in
everything else even more—the light smell of his sweat, the
touch of his warm lips on my soft breasts, the sound of the desk as
it rattles against the floor with the movement of our bodies.
Touching myself is not something I would usually do in front of
anyone, and definitely not a guy who’s technically my boss.
But then again, nothing about what’s happening with Ryder is
usual.
“I don’t know how long I can keep this up,” I say,
finally getting to run my free hand through his hair as he moves his
mouth to the underside of my breast, then down my stomach, “if
you keep doing that.”
“Good things come,” he says, “to those who wait.”
He kneels in front of me and kisses my abdomen, my hip bone, my inner
thighs as he pushes my legs apart. Between my legs, he pulls my
panties to the side, darting his tongue across my clit and my
fingers.
Fuck , that feels good.It’s been too long since
anybody tasted me that way.
I moan again, helplessly, letting my head fall back,
anticipating more where that came from, a wave of orgasmic energy
starting in the background of every nerve ending and muscle fiber I
have, beginning to build on itself, like a tsunami gaining strength
in the deep ocean as it comes closer to shore.
But then Ryder pulls away, still on his knees in front of me. Soft
light from outside glows on his face, making him look like an
angel—with a devilish grin.
“Tsk tsk. I told you to wait,” he says, running his
fingers along the seams of my panties, creating little trails of heat
that feel like they’re going to melt me from the outside in.
“You’re a clit tease,” I say. At least, that’s
what I think I say. My ability to perform any regular function has
mostly been replaced with the intoxicating memory of his mouth.
“No,” he says. “I’m just in charge, aren’t
I?” He kisses the back of my wrist on the hand still in my
panties.
“No way,” I say, even though every part of my body is
pleading with me to surrender to him. And why not? I’ve already
surrendered in other ways. I’m working for him essentially for
free. I’m basically in his debt now, too. He’s already
been taking what he wants from me.
But I don’t have to make it easy to give more.
Then again, he doesn’t have to make it easy to resist. And
he’s not.
He slowly pulls my hand from my panties and then gently puts each of
my fingers in his mouth, lingering especially on the ones that I was
just using, tasting me. “Say it,” he says. “Say I’m
in charge.”
YesYesYes , I think as his tongue, firm and agile, wraps
around my fingertips, making every part of my center pulse. But I
can’t bring myself to give him the satisfaction. Yet. “Never,”
I say.
“Say it,” he says, kissing my knees bent over the desk,
my legs dangling uselessly, tense like every other muscle, but
somehow also liquid, contracted but weak from his touch. “I
know you want more of this.” He licks my groin muscles along my
panties, first the left and then the right, long and slow, and the
nearness of his face to my wetness makes
my shin. “You first.”
And with those words, all thoughts of my shift, my customers, and the
tips I was supposed to be earning drift far, far away.
He takes my hand and guides it into my panties, interweaving his
fingers with mine as we stroke into my wetness together.
“You like that, tiger?”
All I can manage is a moan. The press of his fingers intensifies.
“I like it, too,” he growls.
He pulls down the top of my tank top with his free hand, flicks my
nipple with his tongue, the tip of it against my supple skin making
my muscles contract with anticipation. My fingers work back and forth
across my clit, and I’m breathless not only at the speed of the
sensation, the almost heart-stopping goodness throbbing in my center,
but also at the thought of his knowing I’m enjoying this.
I close my eyes, shutting down my visual sense so I can take in
everything else even more—the light smell of his sweat, the
touch of his warm lips on my soft breasts, the sound of the desk as
it rattles against the floor with the movement of our bodies.
Touching myself is not something I would usually do in front of
anyone, and definitely not a guy who’s technically my boss.
But then again, nothing about what’s happening with Ryder is
usual.
“I don’t know how long I can keep this up,” I say,
finally getting to run my free hand through his hair as he moves his
mouth to the underside of my breast, then down my stomach, “if
you keep doing that.”
“Good things come,” he says, “to those who wait.”
He kneels in front of me and kisses my abdomen, my hip bone, my inner
thighs as he pushes my legs apart. Between my legs, he pulls my
panties to the side, darting his tongue across my clit and my
fingers.
Fuck , that feels good.It’s been too long since
anybody tasted me that way.
I moan again, helplessly, letting my head fall back,
anticipating more where that came from, a wave of orgasmic energy
starting in the background of every nerve ending and muscle fiber I
have, beginning to build on itself, like a tsunami gaining strength
in the deep ocean as it comes closer to shore.
But then Ryder pulls away, still on his knees in front of me. Soft
light from outside glows on his face, making him look like an
angel—with a devilish grin.
“Tsk tsk. I told you to wait,” he says, running his
fingers along the seams of my panties, creating little trails of heat
that feel like they’re going to melt me from the outside in.
“You’re a clit tease,” I say. At least, that’s
what I think I say. My ability to perform any regular function has
mostly been replaced with the intoxicating memory of his mouth.
“No,” he says. “I’m just in charge, aren’t
I?” He kisses the back of my wrist on the hand still in my
panties.
“No way,” I say, even though every part of my body is
pleading with me to surrender to him. And why not? I’ve already
surrendered in other ways. I’m working for him essentially for
free. I’m basically in his debt now, too. He’s already
been taking what he wants from me.
But I don’t have to make it easy to give more.
Then again, he doesn’t have to make it easy to resist. And
he’s not.
He slowly pulls my hand from my panties and then gently puts each of
my fingers in his mouth, lingering especially on the ones that I was
just using, tasting me. “Say it,” he says. “Say I’m
in charge.”
YesYesYes , I think as his tongue, firm and agile, wraps
around my fingertips, making every part of my center pulse. But I
can’t bring myself to give him the satisfaction. Yet. “Never,”
I say.
“Say it,” he says, kissing my knees bent over the desk,
my legs dangling uselessly, tense like every other muscle, but
somehow also liquid, contracted but weak from his touch. “I
know you want more of this.” He licks my groin muscles along my
panties, first the left and then the right, long and slow, and the
nearness of his face to my wetness makes
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