His Desire

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Standing in line at the café, trying to decide what to order. All other thoughts from the last twenty-four hours are swirling around in my mind. I don’t know which takes up more room in my mind: what Brian did or what happened between me and Thomas. No, I need to remind myself he is possibly my future father-in-law. Apart from his salt and pepper hair, give it, it's more salt than pepper. He doesn't appear to be acting or looking like a 60-year-old man. Or, a thought popped into my head.

“Excuse me, miss, what do you want to order?”

I don’t know what to order, I can’t even sort through my jumbled thoughts. My mouth spoke before my head caught up, “Two coffees of your today's specials.”

Two, Brian didn’t want any. Who will I give this to? I turn and see Brian standing last in the line, he is talking on the phone. I wave to him. He barely reciprocates the wave, but he nods.

The barista calls for my attention as she hands me my two coffee cups. They are in a small stand, which makes them easier to carry. I decided to leave the café, not to wait for Brian. I walk back to the office building with hurried steps. I want to get there before Brian. I step out of the elevator and look at my two coffees, and then at the closed double doors with the golden name plaque, Thomas Sullivan, CEO.

A bad idea forms, and I act on it before I have a chance to think it through. I hold the coffee in my hand and push open Thomas's office door. He looks away from his computer, eyeing me up and down and up again. His eyes feel like they are undressing me. I was breathing heavily and feeling a blush all over my body. I sauntered to his desk and put the coffee down. “I thought you wanted coffee.”

Tome smiles at me and caresses my fingers softly, “Do you think I need two cups?” In addition, a smirk appeared. My giggle came out of nowhere. I try to reply, “Kind of stupid, right, but I wanted one too.”

“Now I get it, you wanted coffee and you know I wanted one too and thought you would sit here and have it.”

“Mr. Sullivan…”

I don’t know what I was about to say. My thoughts were cut off by him taking hold of my hand. He held it in his hand and squeezed it hard, and suddenly pulled me so I landed in his lap. I hear voices outside his office. Damn, I now remember I didn’t close his office door.

He looks at me with guilt. Why guilt? I don’t get to debate this further before being shoved down his legs and between them and under his desk. His hand stroked my head, that’s between his knees. My hands are on his thighs, and I look at my right hand, which is the color of a tomato after the hard squeezing he did. It hurts. I sit under his desk, hiding out of nowhere. A paper coffee cup is placed on the floor. I hear him sipping his coffee, and someone's steps are getting near.

“Dad, are we alright with those contracts? I know we need to start building.” He sounded bored, annoyed. I put my hands over my mouth. It's my boyfriend and I am sitting on his father’s desk, between his father's legs. Tom takes my hands and places them on his thighs, and holds them firmly as he makes me caress him. Tom replies to Brian, but I can’t focus on their conversation. He pushes me further between his legs, my face is now only four inches from his groin and zipper. He continues to talk to Brian as if nothing unusual is happening. It’s too much of a temptation, I caress up and down his legs and quietly only his zipper. To my surprise, he has nothing on under his pants. I see his d**k and all shiny piercings, it’s like they are inviting me. I try my luck and blow a warm breath on his d**k, and he loves it. He becomes stiff right away. I feel how Tom gets tense in every muscle.

Brian walks away and closes the door with a bang. Tom shoots back his office chair and looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “What did you want, the coffee or a play time?”

He looks serious, and I feel like a bad child getting reprimanded in front of the class. Then his mischievous smile appears. The smile I saw when I shared his bed.

“Come. I know we shouldn’t, but damn, I want to. I don't have the time to prepare your p***y for my cook, but let me feel your lips around it.”

He doesn’t let me reply; he pops a little pill in his mouth and kisses me. I get it in my mouth and feel what it does. Make more salvia, BJ pills are what I used to call them. His d**k is quite big, I kiss it and feel the tablet doing its job. I am drooling over his d**k, and I massage his nuts and start to take him in my mouth. “Cupecake, this is the last time. We can’t do this again. f**k, your mouth is so good with those pretty pink lips.”

I let him set the pace and work himself past my comfort level in my mouth. I feel like one could see his d**k if you looked at my throat. He works himself deeper and deeper and f*****g my mouth harder and harder. I can’t breathe, and tears stream down my cheeks. I struggle to breathe through my nose. It surprises me how much I like it. This is the first time any man has used me like this. Drool streaming down over my jaw and tears at my cheeks. Two more rough thrusts and he comes down my throat. I swallow every drop. As he pulled out, I smiled and then left a feather-light kiss on the top of his d**k. I never knew I loved piercings. Damn, his piercings are hot as sin.

I stand and lean against his desk, taking a sip from his coffee. A moan escapes my lips. That was a yummy coffee. I almost dropped the coffee out of surprise. His hand is on my p***y.

“I wanted to see how wet it made you to have my cook down your throat. Cupcake, since this is our lasttime. I want one last time in this pussy.”

I look at him under my lashes as seductively as I can as I place my ass on his desk. His smile is to die for. He stands and drops his pants, which are at his ankles. His d**k is standing tall with his shiny metal. I can’t wait to feel. Unknowingly, I lick my lips. Then bites my lower lip, I taste blood, and his lips cover mine. He swallows my moans when his lips leave mine. I am panting as he mercilessly pushes his d**k in me to the hilt. He left me breathless and gasping for air. He is fuckling mouthwateringly good. He moves out in slow motion and pounds into me hard. f*****g like he hates me. He in my p***y to the hilt and whispered in my ear, “You like it rough.” Not a question, a statement. He knows what I want.

I am sprawled out on his desk, papers flying everywhere as he thrusts in and out of me. He knows what I want to say, his annoyed response. “I don’t f*****g care about papers. All I care about is pounding this sweet pussy.”

I can’t help but moan loudly and scream his name as we come together. A loud bang made me realize I just pushed his laptop to the floor. I softly knocked on the door of his secretary, asking if he was okay. “Yeah, fine, just frustrated.” He smiles like the Cheshire cat, “I know I can’t have this p***y again, but cupcake, it is mine.” His possessiveness is a turn-on, and I squeeze his d**k, which makes him grin. He knows he was right.

He stands to get dressed, and the look I get tells me of sadness—a loss. I am fixing my outfit, and he takes my hand gently. His eyes are full of concern. “I have taken you raw twice.” Not a question, facts. I don’t know what to say. “Angelica, if you get pregnant, you better tell me. For 4½ years, Brian never succeeded, so I know it would be mine.”

I am stunned. Shocked, I never even thought about it. I only nod and hurry out of his office with my head down.