32. Orion

32

ORION

E mber writhed in the darkness as I pinned her against the wall. Her body was a fucking treasure I couldn’t explore fast enough. Her ass, her chest, her neck, her lips. It was all so tempting I couldn’t make up my mind on where to spend my focus.

So I didn’t.

I roamed her with wild hunger, kissing her mouth deeply as I clawed off more of her clothes—her blouse, her bra, her tiny little thong. I cupped the satisfying weight of her breast in one hand, relishing the hard point of her hardened nipple before taking it into my mouth and circling the sensitive nub with my tongue.

But there was one place I didn’t yet touch. Even as I ran a hand up her inner thigh and felt the radiating heat of her arousal mere inches from my fingers, I didn’t indulge.

Not yet.

I really did want her to beg me. The only question was whether my own self control could hold long enough to win the battle of wills.

I kissed from her lips to her neck, taking her earlobe between my lips and sucking softly as I smiled. With my face still beside her ear, I lowered my voice to a whisper.

“Beg for it, Miss Hartwell. Tell me what you want, and you’ll have it.”

“Mmm,” she breathed, arching her back perfectly and pressing her naked body against me.

I wanted to feel her skin on my own. She was fumbling blindly at my buttons, tie, and belt, but making little progress. I helped her along, stripping out of my tie, shirt, slacks, and finally my underwear.

She instantly reached down and gripped my erection, her hand feeling impossibly small against the swollen size of it.

I groaned with weeks and weeks of pent up relief as she gripped tighter and began pumping her fist up and down. “Do you like that?” she breathed.

“Yes,” I admitted, hands still heavy on her own body but avoiding her pussy out of a sheer stubborn desire to hear her ask. I wanted to hear the words on her lips, to know how she would turn the phrase. Would she simply say she needed my touch? Would she tell me she wanted my fingers in her pussy? Would she ask for my cock, begging me to fill her until it hurt?

I groaned as the pace of her pumping hand increased. She pulled me closer, angling my cock toward her body as if she was trying to press it between her legs for the friction.

I inched back. “I want to…” I paused, gritting my teeth against the mounting wall of pleasure threatening to blind me to all reason and sense. “I want to hear you ask for it.”

“What if I just make you come in my hands?” she asked, breathing hard as she reached down her other hand and gripped me with both, pumping up and down my shaft. She lowered her head over me and spit on the head of my cock, spreading the slick warmth of her saliva over me and increasing the intensity of the pleasure.

“Fuck,” I growled, slapping one palm to the wall above her head as I leaned forward. I didn’t want to come yet. I didn’t want to spend my arousal so easily and so wastefully. I wanted to be inside her.

I saw Ember’s playful grin in the darkness. I watched the shape of her heavy breasts shaking with the force of her movements as she fucked my cock with her hands, spitting on the tip again to increase the lubrication.

I planted my other palm on the wall, leaning forward and watching with awe as she lowered herself to her knees and pumped. She brought her mouth toward the tip of my cock, angling me and staring up into my eyes as her lips parted.

I watched her bring her tongue toward the head of my cock and then pause just before contact. She stopped moving her hands and looked up, hands still draped over my length. “Maybe you should show me what begging sounds like, Mr. Foster. I might be able to do it better if I had an example to work with.”

This. Fucking. Woman.

Despite myself, a smile formed on my lips. “I want to feel your tongue on my cock, Ember.”

“Hmm,” she said, licking her lips and lowering her eyes to my girth. “You’re right. It is kind of hot to hear you say it like that. Maybe you could give me a more extreme example, though? I feel like that was just asking nicely, not begging.”

I gritted my teeth. A minute ago, I was almost certain I could win the battle of wills. Now? I didn’t see why it mattered. So what if a few words were all that I needed to finally feel that perfect mouth of hers wrapped around my cock?

“I need you to suck my cock, Ember. I want to feel the heat of your mouth on me. I want your tongue. I want to look at you when you sit at your desk and know what I’ve done with that defiant mouth of yours.”

She bit her lip, raised her eyes to meet mine, and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered before opening her mouth and taking me inside her lips.

I let my head fall back as the silky warmth of her tongue met the sensitive tip of my cock. She closed her lips around me, pulling her head back and forth as her tongue began to swirl, flicking and circling me until every muscle in my body was tensed.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. “That’s good. That’s so good.” I pulled her by the back of her head, urging myself deeper in her mouth as I began to pump my hips. She gripped me with both hands, bobbing up and down.

“Enough,” I said, stepping back suddenly for fear that I was about to fill her mouth with come. But Ember crawled forward, one hand gripping my ass as she pulled me back toward her mouth.

I was too shocked to react as she sucked harder and moved faster, moaning so I could feel the vibration of her voice through my shaft. I fell forward, catching myself on the wall as my balls tightened and an orgasm ripped through me like a goddamn nuclear bomb.

My cock pulsed against her lips again and again but she made no sign of slowing or stopping, even when the sensitivity became almost too much.

She sucked me dry, finishing with one long, teasing lick from base to tip and a playful kiss. I watched her swallow and then run a thumb across her lip before licking it dry without her eyes ever leaving mine.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I was suddenly struck by the fear that I was in over my head. I wasn’t ready for this woman. I wasn’t ready to taste this and then pretend it hadn’t meant anything.

“How was that?” she asked as she stood.

“Incredible,” I said. “But if you think that gets you out of begging, you’re sorely mistaken.”

The way Ember’s eyebrows shot up in surprise was immensely satisfying.

I ran my thumb down her jaw and brought it to her lip, savoring the warm softness of her mouth. “Beg me.”

Something defiant sparked in her eyes as she stood a little straighter. The shadow of a smile played across her mouth. “Nah,” she said. “I’m good. I think I’ll go back to my desk now, if that’s alright.”

I stared in disbelief as Ember actually tried to shuffle past me. I caught her arm, spinning her to face me and pressing her back against the door. I kissed her hard and deep, loving the way she let out a soft moan of relief.

And then I pressed my hand between her legs to feel the slick warmth there. I circled her relentlessly. I didn’t take it slow.

I didn’t ease into things or tease her.

I pressed exactly where I knew she was most sensitive and showed no mercy.

“Wh-what happened—to,” Ember gasped between words, hardly able to stand upright as my fingers worked their magic. “Begging? I didn’t—even,” she groaned, leaning forward and biting my shoulder hard as her thighs pressed in tight around my hand.

“Even I have my limits,” I said. “Now be quiet and come for me. First,” I said, sliding my middle and ring finger inside her as I kept my thumb on her clit. “You’re going to come all over my hand. And then I’ll allow you to come on my cock.”

“Didn’t you, ah ,” she paused, biting her lip. “Already? You still want…”

Did she really think just because she sucked me off that my desire would be sated? It was almost cute. “I’m not even close to being done with you, Ember. Now be a good girl and give me your orgasm. I want it… now ,” I said, increasing my pace as I curled my fingers inside her.

To my mild surprise, she tensed all over, body freezing and then spasming for a few moments. She melted into me, breathing hard and sweating all over. “God,” she gasped.

I had my doubts that she climaxed so quickly during our email exchanges, but now I saw it was true. Had it even been a minute with my fingers before she came?

I didn’t think so.

I held my fingers inside her, savoring every twitch of her walls as she leaned against me, breaths hot on my bare skin. She kissed my shoulder after a minute. “Wow,” she gasped.

My phone chimed from my pants, which were piled on the ground behind us. I hesitated, then bent to pick it out and glance at the screen.

“You’re checking your phone now? Am I boring you?” Ember asked.

“Hardly,” I said. “But I want to make sure nobody is about to come searching for us. I would prefer not to be found… like this.”

“Fair enough,” Ember said, crossing her arms over her breasts as she waited in the near darkness.

It was an email from Roman.

Mr. Foster,

Davenport dropped by unexpectedly. He’s sitting in your office right now and says he can wait until you’re finished with that call you said you had to take. We didn’t know what to do, so we just let him in.

Sorry, Sir, but I think he’s not going to leave until you speak with him.

Best,

Roman

“God dammit,” I sighed. “Davenport is going to drive me fucking insane.”

“What is it?” Ember asked, inching closer until her bare breast pressed against my arm.

“See for yourself,” I said, tilting the phone toward her.

Her eyes went wide and she looked up suddenly at me. “We need to get in there.”

“Agreed,” I said. “Get dressed.”

“Duh,” Ember said as she was already picking up various articles of clothing that were scattered across the small space.

Within a minute, we were both dressed again. I flicked on the light and grinned. “Your hair… it needs some work.” I reached my hands up and did my best to smooth down the stray hairs that had broken free of her ponytail. Ember endured my clumsy attempts for a moment before pulling out her ponytail, bending forward, and easily gathering her hair again before tying it into a fresh ponytail.

“Good as new. Somehow, you still look perfectly normal. I guess I didn’t rough you up enough this time.”

This time.

“So…” Ember said, hesitating with a hand on the door. “Does this mean you’re not going to send me your nightly emails anymore?”

“That will depend.”

“On?”

“Whether I need to know you’re finger fucking yourself on a particular night. And now I imagine I’ll have the option to take the real thing if I choose.”

“Did you just call me a thing?” she asked, grinning halfway.

“You know what I meant.”

“That you’re planning to distract me with nightly booty calls instead of simple, civilized requests to masturbate?”

I cleared my throat. “Those aren’t the words I would choose. But… essentially. Yes.”

“Alright,” she said easily. She reached up and gave my tie a quick series of tugs and pulls, presumably to straighten it. She ran her palms down my lapels, and then…

She cupped my cock through my slacks, gave it a squeeze, and bit her lip as she looked up at me. “So I’ll meet you in your office, then?”

“Not necessary,” I said.

“You are terrible with Davenport on your own. You need me in there.”

“Fine. But I’m not agreeing to that because of what we just did. I’m only agreeing because it makes sense.”

Ember rolled her eyes. “I get it, Orion. We’re just playing around, and you’re not going to give me special treats at work. We already established that, so relax.”

I nodded and tried not to read into the look on her face. It was a look that said she understood the score, but maybe she was having her own doubts about it after the last few minutes.

I wished I could say she was alone in that.

“See you in my office,” I said, pushing open the door and rushing out of the small closet.