The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

Fire. My skin was on fire.

Her hand pressed flat against my abs and my entire body locked up, every muscle pulling taut under her touch.

Cornflower blue eyes moved hungrily over my chest, my tattoos, dragging down to where my sweatpants sat at my hips.

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her negligee doing absolutely nothing to hide that sexy, gorgeous figure underneath. My body pushed forward. I needed more of her hands. More of her touch. Her nipples were hard and straining against the thin fabric.

"Abigail? What do you want?"

"I- uhm... I had a question about visiting the factory," She whispered breathlessly, licking that succulent bottom lip.

My hand covered hers against my stomach. Her breath quickened and my cock lurched even harder, tenting painfully in my pants.

"Oh," She looked down, her lips parted.

I took her face in my hand, tilting it up. She stayed forward, towards me, tempting me with her heady jasmine scent and the soft pants leaving her lips.

My head angled toward hers and I could feel the warmth of her mouth. Every single reason why this was a catastrophic idea evaporated completely from my head.

Stop this madness. She’s off limits.

I stepped back, sucking air through my teeth and took her hand off my stomach.

"Good night, Miss Kellerman,"

The connecting door slammed close between us. Fuck me, I groaned, dropping my palm against the wood, inhaling the scent of her that clung to the air around me.

That was so close. My cock throbbed painfully, pulsing and pushing against my pants and with a low hiss I reached down to give my boner a squeeze.

Anything to ease this pressure, this madness.

Then why on earth was I still standing by the door? A low hum came through the gaps in the connecting door. It was so faint I thought I had imagined it.

My spine went rigid and I flexed my hand, curling it into a fist.

There it was again. That low vibration. A soft sigh followed after it and my dick couldn’t have been more happier than it was right now.

Was that a vibrator? Was she using ... God, what the fuck was she doing behind that door?

I bit into my fist, pushing away from the door with all my strength. My muscles were so fucking tense, they could bounce anything off it.

A soft moan filtered in through the door. I knew that sound, I had pulled that sound out of her plump lips with my own hands in my own damned office. The memory of it hit me so hard my vision blurred.

Abigail would be wet. She was on the other side of that wall, soaked and aching, and I knew exactly how she felt because I had been inside her, I knew how tight, hot and perfect she was around my cock, how she sounded when she was close to cumming, how those pretty eyes would roll heavenward as she came, screaming my name.

"Finn," she moaned.

"Fuck this!" I bellowed, my palm hitting the handle. I yanked the door open and stormed in.

The room was dim, the bedside lamp throwing amber gold across the sheets. My sexy assistant was in the center of the bed with her negligee pushed up around her hips and the vibrator pressed against her soaked cunt.

Her back was arched, her head tipped back, lips parted as she writhed against the bed.

She heard me storm towards the bed and her eyes flew open.

"Don’t stop," I ordered, my voice thick and raspy.

She held my eyes and pressed the vibrator back against her cunt while I stood at the foot of the bed and watched her.

Her thighs fell open wider, the negligee bunched at her waist. She was glistening, her pretty pink pussy was flushed and swollen and dripping. Her free hand fisted in the sheets while her hips chased the sensation in slow grinding circles.

She held my gaze the entire time, those blue eyes dark and heavy-lidded, watching me watch her.

My cock was so hard it was agony, straining, aching, the memory of being inside her the first time crashing through me. How tight that scorching pussy gripped my cock greedily, how perfectly she had taken every inch, riding my cock to ruin.

"Finn," She moaned, shuddering. "I’m cumming,"

Her thighs clamped together, pussy clenching and quivering through her orgasm while she cried out. I watched every second of it, starving for her, my jaw so tight it ached.

The bed dipped as I climbed and pulled her thighs apart. She gasped in surprise, her eyes glazing over.

She was still cumming. I reached down and pulled the vibrator away. I ran two fingers slowly through her folds, feeling how drenched she was, how swollen, coating my fingers in her slickness. Her hips jerked upward with a desperate little whimper.

I brought my fingers to her lips.

Her mouth opened and she sucked them clean, tongue curling around my fingers while her eyes were on mine.

With a growl I pumped the fingers in her mouth. She made little choking sounds, spit spilling down the corner of her mouth. Fuck, I’d love to see her lips wrapped around my cock. I never would have guessed that my proper, always ready assistant could be this slutty.

I moved closer, breathing hard, watching her chest heave as she slurped on my fingers. Her thighs were still spread out and trembling, showing off that slick cunt.

"Are there condoms in your drawer?"

Her breath caught, her dark hair whipping around her face as she nodded eagerly. "Yes,"

"Good," I whispered, leaning down to kiss her, the hunger rushing through my veins only driving me insane.

Precum spilled from my throbbing cock against my pants and with a ragged groan, I pulled away to whisper. "I’m going to fuck you, Abigail Kellerman. I don’t do soft, I don’t do gentle. "I don’t stop until I’m satisfied...and I’m never easily satisfied."