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  The nipple getting his attention tightened almost painfully and I wiggled in his embrace to try and press it more firmly into his mouth. His response was immediate, as he used his teeth to tug on the bud, pulling it and causing me to let out a garbled moan and grip at his muscular shoulders for support. Quite frankly, I was so aroused by this point that he could rip the bra clean off with his teeth and I wouldn’t care.

  After driving me almost insane with need, his hot mouth diverted its attention to my other breast, trailing wet kisses across my chest and leaving goose pimples in his wake as I shivered and trembled with need below his mouth. His free hand traced a path down across my flat abdomen, sending tremors of pleasure radiating across my now overheated skin. His hand gently began to push inside the waistband of my jeans, and then seconds later I let out another cry of pleasure as his fingers trailed through the hair there and then made their first contact with my swollen clit.

  I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was completely out of character for me, but as soon as his fingers found my sensitive clitoris and began their slick, wondrous circling I knew I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. This just felt right, not to mention really, really good. He might be a miserable, nameless bastard, but he certainly knew how to flick my buttons, and right now the sensations ripping through my body were too all-consuming for me to care about anything else.

  Raising his lips to claim mine in another furious kiss, his tongue lashed and lapped at mine as his dextrous fingers went to work on the buttons of my jeans. Doing my best not to be entirely consumed by him, I kissed him back with everything I had, my fingers now clutching at the soft, silky hair at the nape of his neck until I was practically pulling it out in a frenzy. My jeans were undone in a flash, before he pushed his hand back inside my underwear and ran a finger firmly down the slit of skin between my legs. He caught my moan of pleasure with his lips, swallowing it in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his free arm tightened around me possessively and dragged me even closer.

  ‘You’re so fucking wet for me, Allie,’ he murmured hotly in my ear, but there was no point getting embarrassed about it, or trying to deny it, because it was true – and the crazy thing was, his dirty words just seemed to cause even more wetness between my legs.

  Pasting a trail of kisses across my collarbone he began to rise away from me, and my body instantly missed his heat as he stared down at me.

  ‘Take off your jeans,’ he instructed quietly, as he stepped back and removed his jumper and shirt in one fluid tug to reveal that beautiful chest again. A happy sigh left my lips as I soaked up the perfection now standing before me. His hair was ruffled from its journey through his clothing, his face intent and flushed, and his chest was just … simply the most tempting thing I had ever seen in my life – muscular, but not overly so, with that covering of soft, dark hair I wanted to run my hands across.

  Stalling in my need to touch him, I didn’t hesitate to follow his lead as my trembling hands managed to push the material of my jeans down my legs before I kicked them off and they lay on top of his discarded shirt on the floor.

  He gave an approving nod and stepped toward me again as he used his jean clad thigh to wedge himself back between my legs. Pressing his chest to mine, he lowered his mouth to the crook of my neck, where he began kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, and of course, like the virtual slave to him that I was, I tilted my head to give him better access. This was heavenly. Sliding an arm around his neck, I trailed my nails across the solid warmth of his back muscles appreciatively as I let out another strange lusty noise that sounded so alien to me, but seemed to occur with increasingly regularity when this man was around.

  Intent on kissing him, I decided to drag his head up to mine, but as my hands threaded into his hair he straightened up with a purposeful look in his eye that swiftly stopped me in my tracks. Slowly reaching up, he linked his fingers through mine, then pulled our joined hands down until they were pressed on the desk just behind me. Placing one short, swift kiss on my lips he then unlinked his hands from mine and placed them on my hips, pushing me backwards so I was sitting more fully on the edge of the desk, then opened out my thighs before lowering himself to kneel in front of me. There was no time to feel embarrassed about what he was about to do, because no sooner had I realised his intentions, he had parted my knees with his large hands and promptly buried his face between my legs.

  OK, so there was no hesitancy or gentle introductions; he had literally dived between my legs and begun exploring with his mouth as I gasped and writhed under his passionate touch. My head rolled backwards as the warmth of his breath touched my sensitive flesh through the thin material of my panties before I felt his tongue returning to tease me, this time pushing against my opening with strong, warm movements.

  ‘I have to taste you properly,’ he muttered, sounding irritated by the presence of my underwear. Sliding his hands up the inside of my thighs he pushed my legs even further apart, and then with one deft flick of his thumb this magnetic man had pushed aside my knickers and preceded to run his tongue the entire length of my slit. The stretched position of my hips was immediately forgotten as I squeezed my eyes shut from the pleasure, lolled my head, and clenched my lips closed to try and avoid any more embarrassing noises escaping.

  My hands desperately thrashed further behind me to prop up my sagging body as he used his tongue to lap and tease my opening, and then he worked his way higher, circling my sensitive clitoris and causing me to push myself forwards to increase the pressure. His murmur of approval caused ripples of desire to rush across my skin and then, with no warning, he gripped my hips and plunged his tongue inside me.

  This time there was no hiding the yelp of pleasure that escaped my lips as his thumb circled my clit and he thrust his tongue inside me again and again, sending me spiralling towards a dizzying peak so quickly that I could barely keep up. Shifting his position slightly, he moved his tongue to my throbbing clit before thrusting two fingers deep inside me, causing my hips to buck as I cried out below him. This man certainly didn’t lack confidence or ability, that was for sure. Giving me no time to adjust to his thick digits he started a rapid, hard rhythm, curving his fingers so they immediately managed to zero in on my G-spot.

  This man not only looked like a god, and was built like one too, but he was now proving that his skills at pleasing women were also off the charts.

  The combination of tongue, fingers, and his complete control was too much for me to deal with and after just seconds of attention, a tightly coiled spring inside me burst, causing me to spasm against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure swept over me. My head thrashed around and I clenched around his unrelenting fingers as he continued to thrust them into me, scissoring and twisting them to draw out my climax until I was almost sobbing from the intensity of it all.

  Blimey. I was completed sated, and my head, body, and heart were spinning. I’d never climaxed with that intensity before and the knowledge that a complete stranger had been the one to do it made me blush to my core. Not to mention the volume of the noises I’d been making – what was that about? I was usually relatively quiet in bed, so to yell, cry, and groan like an animal was just so unlike me. Mind you, it hadn’t seemed to bother him. In fact, every time I’d moaned or mewled he had upped his efforts even more, so perhaps being a bit vocal had its benefits.

  I felt utterly exhausted in a wholly pleasurable way, and was considering if it would be acceptable to lie back on his desk to rest, when he stood up and leant into my field of vision, his handsome, angular features sending another small shudder of desire through my body. Seeing my sleepy eyes, my mysterious stranger slowly shook his head as a wicked expression emerged on his painfully handsome face.

  ‘I’m not finished with you yet,’ he promised, as he looped his fingers into the waistband of my knickers and swiftly pulled them off my body.

  I was now completely naked and half lying on the desk of an almost total stranger. A flicker o
f shame began to permeate my consciousness, but I immediately forgot the concern as my gaze was drawn to him locating and pulling his zipper down, before stripping off his trousers with swift, precise movements, leaving him stood in just a pair of tight black boxers. Tight black boxers with a very large bulge protruding at the front. Holy shit. I could see so much lovely taut skin and softly defined muscles that I barely knew where to look first. He was just hotness personified.

  My eyes widened and I definitely got an area to focus on in the next second, because he dispensed with his boxers and it became abundantly clear what the cotton had been hiding – this guy’s large build clearly extended to all areas of his anatomy. And I mean all areas. Not only were his thighs broad and muscled, but there was a rather magnificently proportioned manhood nestled between them. Blimey. I think I was actually hyperventilating, my breaths sounding all raspy and breathy as I sat there eagerly awaiting his next move. His eyes were hooded when they briefly flicked to mine as he pulled his wallet from his jeans pocket, dumped the trousers on the floor again, and flicked through it to retrieve a condom.

  Donning the protection, he tossed his wallet aside, leaned over me so I was well and truly caged in by him, and laced a hand through my hair, bringing his lips down to mine. As soon as our mouths collided the fire within me re-ignited, sending fresh heat coursing between my legs and warming the skin of my entire body. Nudging his hips between my legs he tilted me back so I was fully lying on the desk, and then palmed his arousal and positioned it at my opening. As I felt the heat of his erection rub against me I let out a long, breathy gasp, the feeling of his solid tip so amazing that I nearly came from the anticipation of how it would feel buried within me. My expectation was then replaced by the real thing as he began to edge himself inside me.

  Mr Sex God was barely halfway in when he paused, his rough breath hot against my face as he cupped my chin and leant over me with a deep frown, ‘Are you a virgin?’ he questioned, his tone gritty and strained from holding himself back, but his thumb displaying the complete opposite as it gently stroked my cheek.

  Embarrassment flooded through me and my face flushed. ‘No … but it’s been a while ….’ This was the complete truth. I was far from a virgin, having had several partners before, but I’d been so engrossed in work over the past few years that my love life had taken a serious back seat. In fact, the only vaguely masculine thing to have graced my bed in the last four years was my vibrator. ‘I’m OK, it doesn’t hurt.’ Which was a marginal untruth, because he was definitely stretching me, but I was so turned on that there was no way I was going to ask him to stop.

  Nodding, he placed a brief kiss on my jaw. ‘You’re so fucking tight,’ he groaned.

  That’s because you are so big. I thought, but I was completely beyond coherence by this point. As he edged himself in another inch and paused again, I noticed a sheen of sweat building on his brow and began to wonder if I was too tight, so tight that he found it uncomfortable. But as he suddenly pushed himself fully inside me with a lusty growl, I suspected not. ‘God, you feel so good …’ he muttered against my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin and adding to the eroticism of the act.

  Pulling out slowly, I was expecting a similar, slow thrust back in, but he instead gripped my hips, and after staring at me for a second or two, hammered forwards in one almost brutal thrust until he was buried to the hilt.

  ‘Ohmyfuckinggod!’ My gargled words came out in one strangled cry as my body desperately struggled to stretch and accommodate his considerable size and the speed with which he had just impaled me. Thankfully, after a second or so where I had expected to feel pain, I realised that I was more than adequately lubricated from his mouth and my orgasm.

  ‘Are you OK?’ he asked in a growl. Was I? He was flipping huge, and my body already felt full, stretching in places so deep inside me that I didn’t even know they existed. Panting, I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging deep as I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax my straining muscles around his twitching cock.

  ‘Allie? Christ, woman, you’re killing me. Are you OK?’ he barked, his voice so roughened that I pried my eyes open to find a sheen of sweat on his brow and his jaw tense from the strain of holding himself back as his eyes burnt into me.

  Wiggling my hips slightly to accommodate him, I felt my slight discomfort gradually seeping away as the pleasure of his intrusion began to overwhelm me, making my entire being feel lax. Managing to relax the grip of my fingers on his back I stroked his cheek, swallowed hard, and then nodded.

  ‘Yes. God, you feel amazing.’ Giving a curt nod, he then began to move inside me, thankfully slightly slower than last time, allowing my body to fully accept him until I was the one trying for harder movements by raising my hips into each thrust to increase the speed and depth of his penetration.

  Suddenly our breathy, lusty bubble was burst as we were disturbed by a shrill ringing to our right. The mystery man glared across at the ringing phone, banged one of his fists on the desk beside me in irritation, and looked into my eyes intently. His breath was coming just as hard and fast as mine, but instead of continuing, he shook his head as if clearing his mind and pulled out of me so quickly that I winced at the sudden loss. ‘Get dressed. I’ve been expecting this call, I need to take it.’

  With that, he simply stepped back, flicking the condom into a nearby bin as he went, pulled his jeans over his still hard cock, and without even another glance, turned his back to me and picked up the phone.

  Laying there on the desk, still stark naked and spread-legged, I stared at the wide expanse of muscled back in complete shock. How flipping rude was that? Not to mention confusing. He’d seemed so into it until his phone rang that I’d almost describe his lovemaking as generous. The way he’d paused while I adjusted to him had been incredibly thoughtful, poles apart from his grouchy behaviour around the house that I’d witnessed so far. But as soon as the phone had rung he’d snapped straight back to being shut off again.

  Who was on the phone? Was it his girlfriend? Or a wife calling to check up on him? I was flummoxed and still struggling to understand what on earth had just happened, but seeing as he was clearly waiting for me to leave the room I snapped my legs closed, grabbed my clothes, and left without looking back, hurrying to the privacy of the guest room flushed with shame and perilously close to tears.

  Slamming the door, I flung my clothes on the floor and headed straight to the en-suite. I was so desperate to clean away the feeling of smut still lingering on my skin that I flicked the taps on and stumbled straight into the tumbling water without even bothering to wait for it to warm up sufficiently. Immersing myself under the lukewarm water, I grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub furiously at my body in an attempt to clean off any traces of that man that might remain on my skin, all the while cursing myself under my breath. Having sex on a desk with a man I barely knew – what the hell had I been thinking?

  Cleaning between my legs with a frown, I shook my head at my stupidity. Any pleasure I’d had from his talented fingers and my amazing climax had now been tarnished by his appallingly rude behaviour, and I rubbed at my poor abused skin extra hard to try and cleanse myself of the guilt that our encounter had left on me.

  Shaking my head, I climbed from the shower and wrapped myself in a large towel, pulling it tightly around my body like a protective shell. Tucking my chin into my chest I stood for several minutes, dripping and fuming. How could I have allowed myself to be drawn in like that? I was usually sensible where it came to sex, but that bloody man and the lure he had over me was completely unfathomable.

  Glancing up through the open bathroom door I could see it was still snowing heavily, and felt myself crumble inside. So it looked like I’d be stuck at least another day, then. I wasn’t sure I could cope with another twenty-four minutes in the company of Mr Half-Fuck-You-Crazy-And-Then-Demand-You-Leave let alone twenty-four hours.

  Grimacing at my predicament, I realised that I was being overly optimistic if I ex
pected this snow to clear up in a day – it was at least three feet deep in places and still falling. Things could get really awkward between us if we didn’t clear the air soon, and wasn’t that just an understatement. We’d just had sex – albeit unfinished sex – on his desk before he had unceremoniously chucked me out – it didn’t get much more awkward than that.

  Sighing heavily, I began rubbing my damp hair and decided to try and be mature about it. We were both consenting adults, and it was just sex, after all. Admittedly rather mind-blowingly good sex, but still, just sex. Once he was off the phone I would talk to him, try and smooth things out so we could get over this strange connection between us and move to being civil for the next few days while I was stuck here. Nodding my head decisively I piled my hair up inside a small towel and wandered into the bedroom to dress.

  Plus, it would probably be advisable to find out the name of the man who I had just given free rein over my body to, I acknowledged with a self-derisory scowl.

  Over the next twenty minutes I wasted time by brushing and trying to towel dry my hair more thoroughly. I knew I was secretly just trying to delay the inevitable meeting, but my hair did need drying, so I began searching in the drawers and wardrobe in the hopes of finding a hairdryer. After five minutes I concluded there wasn’t one, so the towel would have to do. With the length of my hair, it would take an age to dry. In fact, I’d probably be going to bed with it still wet.

  I hung my dirty and still slightly damp clothes over the radiator and followed through on his earlier order by sorting through the pile of garments that the house owner had left for me. As pissed off as I was with him, I couldn’t help but smile at these options – they were all enormous. But at least they were dry and warm.