Forbidden Desires II

“Yes… that feels so good…”

The way his hands are sliding over my ass, dipping down to tease my thighs and between my legs… where I’m already so wet and desperate for his touch…

“Yeah, I want it… touch me just like that, it feels so….”

I’m on my stomach in bed, the warm pressure of his body pressed against my side as he teases me… moaning into the pillow as my hips roll, seeking his fingers, his tongue… his cock…

I want whatever he’ll give me… I want it all.

Skilled fingers find my pussy, and part my lips, swiping through the wetness to swirl around my clit.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, right there. So good, that feels so good”

My back arches, my whole body begging for his attention.

The sensitive tips of my breasts are thrust forward into the mattress, and the pressure is a tease against my nipples as the weight becomes heavier on top of me…

I’ve wanted this since that night in the hotel. It’s all I can think about. I know it’s wrong but I’m so fucking horny, so desperate…

“Fuck, more, please…”

His fingers fill me, thrusting roughly into me, deep and smooth…

My hips jerk, grinding into the bed and pressing my clit into the heel of the hand that’s toying with me, sending a spark of delicious pleasure straight through my body.

It’s so good… so fucking good

“Oh god, I just need to cum, just… don’t stop..”

One hand between my legs, on my clit and fucking me with one skilled finger… the other slides beneath to grip my breast.

Pinching and teasing… tugging on the sensitive and swollen skin.

“Fuck, my tits are so sensitive… it feels so good. I like it. Don’t stop–”

I rock my hips, trying to grind against the bed… harder. More.

I’ve been fantasizing about fucking him, his hands on my hips as he fucks me hard and fills me up…

But this is so good, so unexpected as he teases and toys with me in my bed like this…

I feel desperate in a way I can’t remember feeling as I hump his hand while he fucks me with his fingers. I’m feral for more, the heat in my blood rising as tingles radiate from the pressure on my clit through my limbs..

Mmm, I could cum like this. I’m close, as long as he doesn’t stop. He knows just what I want, he makes me so —

“Shit. Where— where is it?”

I jerk awake, light from the partially open curtains spilling across my pillow as I reach for my phone, swiping away the alarm.

“What the… was I dreaming?”

I roll over, sprawling across my bed on my back and flinging a hand out to make sure I’m really alone…

I know I should probably feel awkward that I just woke up from a sex dream about the one-night stand I accidentally had with my new co-worker…

But god, I just can’t stop smiling.

It’s hard to feel anything but desperate for him… especially after a dream like that. Ugh, I want nothing more than to stay in bed and make myself cum to the fantasy of his hands all over me again…

But I can’t. I know I need to get up, get to work. Actually, what I need to do is just to forget this ever happened. Forget he happened.

It’s been three weeks since that night at the hotel with the guy. The young guy… the one whose name I don’t even remember. The one who turns out to be a contractor at my office…

Even though it was the best fuck of my life, the hottest and most sensual… I know it can’t happen again.

I’ve done such a good job of avoiding him and everything that reminds me of him–stacking my schedule to be out of the office when he’s there and ducking into empty rooms when I hear the thud of his heavy boots in the halls.

But now, after this dream, I’m imagining him following me into the room… shutting the door and–

“Get it together, you cannot go to work like this.”

Logically, I know that. But the raging horniness that’s replaced all my functional thought seems impervious to logic.

With a sigh, I get ready for work, my music blaring loudly to try to drown out the desperate begging of my body for a man I cannot have.

Somehow, despite the distracting way my morning started, I make it to the office on time and I’m already thinking about the meeting I’ve got in 15 minutes to…

“Absolutely, I saw the email- I’ll get that together today and…”

Shit. He’s here! He’s not supposed to be in the office today. Fuck, the last thing I need today is to see him.

There’s only so fast I can walk in these heels, and I’m just hoping I’ll make it to my office door before he comes around the corner.

This pencil skirt was a terrible choice. I wouldn’t have worn it if I knew I’d practically have to sprint to my office.

I’m so close, my office door is almost in reach, and I stretch forward to turn the handle when-

“Hey there you are, just the woman I’ve been looking for you ”

Shit.

The calming breath doesn’t steady me as much as I hoped, but I paste on my most professional smile and turn to face him anyway.

“Here I am. What can I do for you?”

Even to my own ears, my voice sounds cold and too high to be normal. I’m suddenly grateful we didn’t do much talking that night.

“Ouch. I thought maybe I’d earned more than that tone…”

God, I forgot how charming he really is.

“ I just have a few things to go over with you.”

He makes his way down the corridor until he’s standing in front of me, just a few feet away. Close enough that I can smell his cologne and I have to work harder than I’d like to admit not to lean forward and sniff him… touch his chest…

He leans toward me, and it’s like he can hear my thoughts.

“I tried to call you, a few times… but you never called me back.”

His gaze drops to the exposed line of my throat, then lower, toward the plunging neckline of the shirt I’m wearing beneath my favourite suit blazer.

He leans into me, just a little. But not enough to make it feel dangerous out here in the open.

Suddenly, the hallway feels too small… too warm.

“And when I saw your name on the chain emails that first day, I think I realised why.”

He steps closer still, the space between us shrinking. He can’t seriously think we’re going to— not here.

“Is it because you felt it too? How good we were together?”

I glance around, my eyes darting past him down the hall, and subtly looking over my shoulder. There’s no one around, but I can’t help the panic rising in my chest.

He watches my face, a little amused at my reaction. I can’t think of anything to say that would get me out of this situation. I just nod.

“But I’m too young, or you’re too old for me… it was something like that, right?”

“I’m not really sure which, but you said both quite a lot that night, didn’t you? ”

I can’t think of a single thing to say. My mouth is dry… but my thighs are clenching together to try to stifle the other sensations I’m feeling.

“And imagine how surprised you must have been to realise I work with you.. At least for now… until my next project. It’d be wrong to answer my calls… to return my texts about how often I think about you. The list of reasons we can’t is just too long now, isn’t it? I’m too young… you’re older. We work together… it’s forbidden, isn’t it? So wrong… ”

“We shouldn’t be talking about this here.”

“Hmmm, that’s true. But we do need to talk about it.”

His hot gaze trails down my body, over the curve of my hips and thighs in the tight pencil skirt, down my nylon-clad calves, and right to the stilettos that suddenly feel unsteady, unstable….

When he meets my eyes again, I know what he’s going to say next.

“Then open the door, let’s take this conversation into your office.”

I hesitate. That’s the last thing we should do. But right now, it’s the only thing I want.

“Because the things I need to say to you… do to you… are definitely not fit for the office hallway... ”

The husk of his voice and the need in his eyes leave no doubt about what he wants to talk about.

And I know I shouldn’t open the door, that I can’t be trusted to be alone with him like this…

Not when I want him so much that I can still feel the ghost of his fingers thrusting inside me from my dream…

“Open the door.”

His voice is low, and it raises goosebumps across my skin. When I open my office door, it’s an instinctive response to the command of his request.

“Thank you. Let’s sit.”

“That’s my line. This is my office, and you’re the guest. Let’s sit. ”

“As you wish. It’s… been three weeks since I started working here. Since the night we - ”

“I don’t need a reminder about what we did that night.”

“Okay, well, I think I need an explanation. You were… I thought this was different. What happened? ”

I can’t believe him right now. What happened? He knows what happened! I went home with him and had the best sex of my life, despite my reservations about our age gap…

Only to wake up and discover he’s also my coworker!

But I don’t know how to say that… not really. So I open my mouth, hoping for the best, when he stands abruptly.

“From the look on your face, I know you’re about to feed me another excuse. Another line. Aren’t you? ”

But he doesn’t wait for me to respond.

“What is it this time? Am I still too young? Or is it that we work together? Some kind of power imbalance or… I mean, I know it’s not that you didn’t enjoy it ”

“Because you definitely enjoyed it, didn’t you? I think we can at least admit that”

His confidence grates me and I smirk, not wanting him to know how much he’s getting to me.

“Listen, I know men like you think the world is theirs to take. I’m sure you think it was life-changing for me, that night we had.”

It was, but I won’t let him know that. Not with that arrogant grin he’s wearing as he stands in my office and tries to back me into some corner…

Fuck, why is he so close? Why does he smell so good?

“This isn’t like that and you know it. That night we shared, it was special. It was… important and, look, it was life-changing… For me at least. ”

It sounds like a line, one I would have happily fallen for ten years ago… but… there’s something about him. Can he really be serious?

I’m struck by the vulnerability in his face and surprised when the heat between my thighs seems to become more insistent.

“And if you don’t want it to happen again… if this isn’t… what you want… Just tell me. But I’m going to need to hear you say it. ”

I stand abruptly, needing to feel like we’re on level ground because looking up at him like this is too much.

“It’s wrong! We can’t do this. We work together. ”

“I work for myself, sweetheart. I’m a contractor.”

“And you’re too young.”

“Didn’t stop us last time.”

“And I have a busy day and a full life and I don’t have time to be your fuckbuddy or whatever you think that this is— ”

I’m breathing faster, harder… his every retort ratchets up the heat between us and we’re standing chest to chest now, just inches separating our bodies.

I’m so aware of the heat of him. The scent of him.

This is so wrong… forbidden… I can’t.

“We can’t.””

“Why not?”

“All the reasons I just—”

“Oh, the excuses. I mean, didn’t stop us last time, did it? We can do this. In fact… we can do anything we want. If you want me to… I want to give you everything... ”

I can feel his breath on my neck, and shivers raise along my collarbone as I bite my lip, trying to hold on to my composure as he holds my gaze.

“I have a meeting in 10 minutes.”

My protests are weak, even to my own ears.

“Cancel it.”

“I can’t just—”

“Why not?”

I take another step toward him, until my tits are pressed against his broad chest, and his lips are just a breath away from mine.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

His head angles down, mouth hovering so close to my skin that I feel the brush of his lips with every word he speaks and I know… I already know there’s no stopping this.

“Do you want this? All you have to do is say is no.., and it all stops. I’ll never do anything you don’t want. But don’t let this… don’t give this up. It feels so good… this. Doesn’t it? I know you want me as much as I need you. ”

“Lock the door.””

I turn to my desk, tapping my computer to life, and quickly press the keys required to cancel the meeting.

It’s unprofessional. It’s reckless, stupid, and ridiculous. But I don’t care.

“Did you wear this skirt for me? Were you hoping you’d run into me today?”

He crosses the room, coming up behind me and I can feel the heat of him moments before he touches my hips, palms skimming over the smooth material of the skirt in question.

Any answer I’d have given dies in my throat when his hand finds the zipper and tugs it down smoothly.

My skirt gapes open and he wastes no time shoving up the silk of my top to find bare skin.

I can’t help myself when he touches me.

“Your skin is so soft, so perfect under my hands. I love the way you feel.”

“Especially here…”

His palm settles on my breast, fingers pinching and kneading a nipple through my bra.

“Shh, sh… remember where we are, sweetheart. We shouldn’t be doing this here… so I need you to be nice and quiet for me.”

He steps closer to me and I feel the hard outline of his cock through his pants.

I rock back into him, grinding my ass against his cock without thinking.

“So bad… but you’re too needy to care, aren’t you? You’re going to let me take what I want, aren’t you? Bend you over this desk… and fuck you right here in your office… ”

He punctuates the questions with tweaks of my nipples and I’m writhing against him, already so ready… so wet.

I am going to let him fuck me on this desk. As long as he keeps touching me, I’m going to let him do anything he wants.

I nod, trying not to moan again as he plays with my tits…

“That’s right, you’re going to let me give you what you need. Let’s get this out of the way. ”

He carefully tugs my skirt down my hips, and I make a mental note to thank him later- it’s an expensive skirt.

But when his fingers find their way between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, I forget everything else.

“Fuck, baby. You’re already so hot…and wet for me… soaked through these pretty panties.””

His fingers trace the center of me, from my asshole to my clit and back, increasing his pressure as I grind into his hand.

“Do you like the way I touch you?”

“Yes, fuck.. please…”

“Do you want more, baby? You want me to pull these panties to the side and...”

“Yes.. yes, touch me.”

He pulls my panties to the side with one hand while the other slips away, between our bodies.

I’m desperate for his touch and I rock my hips impatiently until I hear–

Fuck, yes. I nearly salivate at the sound of his zipper as I feel him reach in and take his cock out from behind me.

I turn my head, greedily hoping for a glimpse of his thick, hard dick.

He’s stroking himself, staring at my ass while he slowly palms his length before meeting my eyes and—

“You like what you see?”

“You know I do but I want to like what I feel– Please, I need it”

“Eager now, aren’t you? You want this dick? You want it right here?”

His finger beneath my panties plunges into my dripping pussy and my hand flies to my mouth to muffle the obscene moan I know is coming as he crooks that thick finger and…

I’m so wet, so fucking horny… between the dream last night and how hot it is to be doing this when I know we shouldn’t…

I’m desperate.

“Does it feel good when I fuck you with my fingers? Do you like being bent over your desk like this for me? ”

“Is this what you want? Or is this?”

On the last word, he nudges the head of his cock between my thighs, teasing my ass with it as he continues to finger my pussy.

“Please... Fuck me, please... Fuck. I need you.”

“Fuck, baby, yes. I know you do. I know you need this cock so bad, don’t you?”

“Do you want to leave your panties on? Does that make it hotter for you or should I pull them down so I can–”

“Just fuck me!”

“Shhhhhhh. So impatient, aren’t you?”

He slips his finger out of my pussy, using the slick pad of it to circle my clit. So I don’t go a moment without the dizzying pleasure of his attention.

“Fuck, yes… so good, yes.. please.”

I can feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and my hips rock against him, trying to guide him into me. I can’t wait. I need this. I’m desperate.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you? So desperate for me that you can’t even remember how we have to be quiet.”

“Now I’m going to fill that pretty wet pussy up with this thick cock, think you can keep quiet so we don’t get caught fucking in your office?”

“Yes. Please.”

“You need it, I know you need it… you like how I’m filling you up, slow like this? You feel so fucking good…”

“More, yes… like that… don’t stop.”

“You like the way I fill you up, baby? How does it feel when I’m fucking you like this?”

“Your hips are perfect… the way your ass bounces and… fuck, your hair spilling out like that while I fuck you…”

“So good, it feels so good.”

“Yeah, you do baby. So good. The way you feel is fucking perfect. Fuck… so good baby, yes, grind on my cock”

The roll and tease of his hips makes me dizzy with pleasure. I don’t think when I drop my hand between my legs and start playing with my clit.

“Oh shit, baby, touching yourself. Yes, baby, play with that needy little clit for me while I fuck you.”

“So good, so good… you’re perfect.”

It’s so hard to be quiet, my fingers flying over my clit while his hips bounce off my ass…

“It’s so much better… so good. So hot like this…”

“Yes, fuck, yes, don’t stop.”

His pace picks up, the brutal way he’s fucking me is only driving me higher, closer. I’m so fucking desperate

“God, yes, Yes.. just like that.”

“You feel so good… just right.. Like that, yes… yes, oh yes…”

“The way your ass looks when I… fuck, so good, don’t stop… that’s it!”

“Oh baby, yes… you’re going to make me cum… I need to cum, to fill that sweet pussy up… ”

“Yes, don’t stop…!”

“I’m so close, baby, but I can’t stop. I need to cum, and I need you to cum too. Can you cum for me, baby?”

“So close… I’m so close, yes. Yes… Cum for me, please… make me cum!”

“I’m gonna make you cum, I’ll give you what you need. Are you ready? I’m so close, I can’t- I need to…”

“Yes, so close... I’m gonna…”

I feel him pulse inside me and I–

He kneads my hips as he rocks slower then stops moving…

Still breathing hard from the force of our shared orgasm and I close my eyes, trying to steady my pulse.

“Wow… ”

“Yeah….”

“You alright? Here, use the desk and I’ll–”

He pulls out of me, and I want to whimper out loud as he kneels to grab my skirt and help me dress again.

Once my clothes are on, I lean against the desk, my hands sprawled out, my fingers digging slightly into the grain.

I can’t believe we did this. And I kind of can’t wait to do it again.

“You’re going to look at me, baby? ”

I take a deep breath and turn to face him, and immediately he pulls me into his arms, embracing me so tightly that I can almost feel all the doubts being squeezed out of me.

Fuck, why does he have to be so—

When I turn to look up at him, I can’t help myself, I have to feel his lips on mine again. I drape my arms around his neck and his arms wrap tighter around me.

I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into… but I kind of hope it never ends.